Found this in one of the many newsletters that I received, today...
Joy is in release, so thankfully received,
Joy is in sorry, so sweetly mourned and grieved,
Joy is to be found, you find it through yearning,
Joy is in coming and going, waiting and watching, living and learning.
Norris Chumley
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Play Space Solutions that Work: Creative Nurseries and Toddler Rooms
Helpful ideas for creative and decorative ways to organize your baby's nursery and your toddler's play room.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Raya 2008 - The Journey Back to Kampung
I went back to my husband's mom's kampung in Pasir Mas, Kelantan, for Raya this year. Well, we went back there too last year but I didn't enjoy it then as much as I did this year. My boys were very small then - barely a year, and they were sick too. So, we had a pretty rough time. Sick children during festive period?? That is not something that one would like to have.
Now, this year was different. We travelled back to kampung by car (last year by train). We left early on Monday morning (29 Sept), "to avoid the jams at the bottlenecks", my hubby said. We started our journey from my in-laws' house at 0630 hrs. Not many cars yet. We passed Bentong roughly at about half-past 7. Had an argument in the car about the videocam. *sigh*...
Our first stop was at a surau somewhere in Raub, Pahang (I think), to feed Asyraff and bath him. He seemed to enjoy his time there. Aimar, his twin, was still sleeping. Probably tired because he woke up early that morning - so called bangun sahur lah! Done with the feeding and bathing, we packed and made a move. About an hour later we stopped again - at a mosque somewhere (I'm sorry I don't seem to be able to recall the name of the place) after Raub - this time for Aimar to be fed and bathed.
Now, this one stop was not as good as the earlier one. To tell you the truth, the mosque was big and nice on the outside but it was really dirty once you go near the toilets. Goshhh!! The smell!!! And the rubbish! I just cannot believe that some people would just leave their children's napkins like that! Yes, I can understand that it is not easy when we have children travelling on the road, but couldn't they just use their little brains and dispose their baby's diapers properly??? It was a very ugly sight the way they threw the rubbish. OK. OK. Maybe because it was early Monday morning, and the rubbish truck has yet to reach the place to clear them but still??!! GROSS!
Anyway, so we quickly fed Aimar and bathed him. Poor him, he was bitten by the ants while taking his bath at the tap near the rubbish bin (that was the only possible location for us to bath him anyway - the toilets were twice as dirty and they stink! Errghh! ). We continued on with our journey and we reached Gua Musang at about 1330 hrs where we stopped to feed the boys and give them time to do some stretching. We made a brief stop between Gua Musang and Kuala Krai to switch driver. I tell you, I was scared the whole time I was behind the wheel because of the way the other drivers drive their cars and also because of the long and winding road. Goodness! Most of the drivers drove their cars like mad men! No wonder accidents happen!
We switched again not far from Kuala Krai, and we reached Pasir Mas at about 1600 hrs. Ahhhhh....! What a relief...! We dropped by Che Su's stall just to give her a little surprise visit before going to Mek's house. It was an amazing sight - the jams, the number of people going around doing their last minute shopping, but the one thing that excite me was the festive feeling in the air... I felt like a child again...
Now, this year was different. We travelled back to kampung by car (last year by train). We left early on Monday morning (29 Sept), "to avoid the jams at the bottlenecks", my hubby said. We started our journey from my in-laws' house at 0630 hrs. Not many cars yet. We passed Bentong roughly at about half-past 7. Had an argument in the car about the videocam. *sigh*...
Our first stop was at a surau somewhere in Raub, Pahang (I think), to feed Asyraff and bath him. He seemed to enjoy his time there. Aimar, his twin, was still sleeping. Probably tired because he woke up early that morning - so called bangun sahur lah! Done with the feeding and bathing, we packed and made a move. About an hour later we stopped again - at a mosque somewhere (I'm sorry I don't seem to be able to recall the name of the place) after Raub - this time for Aimar to be fed and bathed.
Now, this one stop was not as good as the earlier one. To tell you the truth, the mosque was big and nice on the outside but it was really dirty once you go near the toilets. Goshhh!! The smell!!! And the rubbish! I just cannot believe that some people would just leave their children's napkins like that! Yes, I can understand that it is not easy when we have children travelling on the road, but couldn't they just use their little brains and dispose their baby's diapers properly??? It was a very ugly sight the way they threw the rubbish. OK. OK. Maybe because it was early Monday morning, and the rubbish truck has yet to reach the place to clear them but still??!! GROSS!
Anyway, so we quickly fed Aimar and bathed him. Poor him, he was bitten by the ants while taking his bath at the tap near the rubbish bin (that was the only possible location for us to bath him anyway - the toilets were twice as dirty and they stink! Errghh! ). We continued on with our journey and we reached Gua Musang at about 1330 hrs where we stopped to feed the boys and give them time to do some stretching. We made a brief stop between Gua Musang and Kuala Krai to switch driver. I tell you, I was scared the whole time I was behind the wheel because of the way the other drivers drive their cars and also because of the long and winding road. Goodness! Most of the drivers drove their cars like mad men! No wonder accidents happen!
We switched again not far from Kuala Krai, and we reached Pasir Mas at about 1600 hrs. Ahhhhh....! What a relief...! We dropped by Che Su's stall just to give her a little surprise visit before going to Mek's house. It was an amazing sight - the jams, the number of people going around doing their last minute shopping, but the one thing that excite me was the festive feeling in the air... I felt like a child again...
Thursday, September 25, 2008
My sister... Ethaq, and her passion for dancing...
I had a chance to watch the KL Hornbill Festival recently. It was organised by the Persatuan Warisan Sarawak KL, and the festival was the association's first project/attempt to showcase the culture of the many tribes of Sarawak. It was interesting I must say... And they did a good job in organising it despite the lack of resources in terms of manpower and funding.
But what I really want to write here is something else. I want to write about my sister... My second youngest sister - Ethaq.
I went to the event because my sister was involved in it. Ethaq has always loved dancing. She has been dancing since she was very small - in primary school. I've watched her danced many times and in various places, but it was different that day - during the festival. I intially thought it, "oh well, it's just another show that she's involved in". But what happened was the opposite. Those two nights were amazing, to me.
When I saw her coming out from the backstage with the rest of the dancers, my heart jumped! I thought, "Is that Ethaq?"... She looked very different. I mean, really different. No wonder I didn't notice her when she was on stage during the mock 'miring' session. She was seated right there at the front and I didn't noticed it! Even Ras didn't!
She danced the Iban dance, Bisaya dance, and the Melanau dance. She was very graceful. Demure. At one point, I even had tears in my eyes... I had tears not because I was sad... I had tears because I was overwhelmed with the feeling of pride of her. Watching her on stage was... I don't really know how to describe it explicitly, really. I was proud watching her doing something that I know she was so passionate about. I was proud that she was on stage performing the dances. On top of all, I was proud that one of those lovely young ladies on stage was my sister!
I went to both nights of the festival. I waited with anticipation for her to come out and dance. Never had I felt that way before. Never. Everytime she came on stage, my heart skipped a beat. She was lovely! (But she looked a little thinner than she used too. Must be because of the many nights of practice and rehearsals). I called my parents on the first nite hoping to tell them how proud I was with my sister. I wanted to tell my father to propose for a workshop on Bisaya traditional dance and music. To find ways to educate and train the youngsters on the Bisaya culture. Unfortunately, I didn't get to do it because my father won't talk to me... *Sigh* That's another story for another day...
Anyway, back to my sister. Since that night I have noticed that Ethaq has grown. She has grown to a beautiful young lady. I remember how she was when she was a little girl. She was funny. There were some funny incidents which all of us (my siblings and I) used to tease her about. Aahhh... Ethaq... No matter how quiet she can be, she can be really funny at times...
I guess we tend to take things for granted until that one fine moment hit us in the head and we realise that we have missed enjoying some of those parts in life that have passed us by. We won't know it until it happens. I didn't know it until it hit me last weekend.
I love my sister. She wasn't perfect. But I still love her. Quietly, and deep down in my heart, I am thankful to God that I have her as sister... I won't change it. Not in another lifetime...
But what I really want to write here is something else. I want to write about my sister... My second youngest sister - Ethaq.
I went to the event because my sister was involved in it. Ethaq has always loved dancing. She has been dancing since she was very small - in primary school. I've watched her danced many times and in various places, but it was different that day - during the festival. I intially thought it, "oh well, it's just another show that she's involved in". But what happened was the opposite. Those two nights were amazing, to me.
When I saw her coming out from the backstage with the rest of the dancers, my heart jumped! I thought, "Is that Ethaq?"... She looked very different. I mean, really different. No wonder I didn't notice her when she was on stage during the mock 'miring' session. She was seated right there at the front and I didn't noticed it! Even Ras didn't!
She danced the Iban dance, Bisaya dance, and the Melanau dance. She was very graceful. Demure. At one point, I even had tears in my eyes... I had tears not because I was sad... I had tears because I was overwhelmed with the feeling of pride of her. Watching her on stage was... I don't really know how to describe it explicitly, really. I was proud watching her doing something that I know she was so passionate about. I was proud that she was on stage performing the dances. On top of all, I was proud that one of those lovely young ladies on stage was my sister!
I went to both nights of the festival. I waited with anticipation for her to come out and dance. Never had I felt that way before. Never. Everytime she came on stage, my heart skipped a beat. She was lovely! (But she looked a little thinner than she used too. Must be because of the many nights of practice and rehearsals). I called my parents on the first nite hoping to tell them how proud I was with my sister. I wanted to tell my father to propose for a workshop on Bisaya traditional dance and music. To find ways to educate and train the youngsters on the Bisaya culture. Unfortunately, I didn't get to do it because my father won't talk to me... *Sigh* That's another story for another day...
Anyway, back to my sister. Since that night I have noticed that Ethaq has grown. She has grown to a beautiful young lady. I remember how she was when she was a little girl. She was funny. There were some funny incidents which all of us (my siblings and I) used to tease her about. Aahhh... Ethaq... No matter how quiet she can be, she can be really funny at times...
I guess we tend to take things for granted until that one fine moment hit us in the head and we realise that we have missed enjoying some of those parts in life that have passed us by. We won't know it until it happens. I didn't know it until it hit me last weekend.
I love my sister. She wasn't perfect. But I still love her. Quietly, and deep down in my heart, I am thankful to God that I have her as sister... I won't change it. Not in another lifetime...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Precious...
Life is... Precious... At the moment, I have my thoughts on the lives of the people around me. I was in Ipoh yesterday for my husband's family member's funeral. He had just passed away in the morning due to health complications. Two days ago, I heard a news that a family member of a friend died due to someone's evilish act (she was murdered mercilessly). Barely a month ago and even until today, I have a close relative still being held as hostage by some idiotics in Africa. All these had made me thinking... "What is happening to the world today?..."
When I was at the graveyard in Ipoh yesterday, I saw a small tomb, probably of a baby or a child. I had a sudden gush of weird feeling in me - I missed my sons. You know that feeling? A feeling when somehow one day, out of the blue, you just remembered something or someone and it felt so strong that it makes you cry or angry or something? I had that 'moment' yesterday...
I suddenly missed them and it was so strong that I almost cried. I told Ras and he asked why, I said I don't know. Since that moment, I prayed hard that they would be protected from harm, and that we would have a safe journey back home, and I could then kiss them good night. Thank God... I did. They were not asleep yet when we arrived, so I got to play with them for a while before putting them to bed. Asyraff... Aimar... The apples of my eyes... The jewels of my heart...
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Moving house, Merdeka, Ramadhan... Pheww..!
It has been quite a busy week for me last week. First, we moved to our new house. Thank God, finally... It was a long wait, really. The house was ready with CF some time late last year, but we had been postponing the move due to... You know... Many things need to be prepared. Money is of course, on top of the many reasons. But heyyy... Now I've moved in, and it was lovely! =) We officially moved in on Saturday, 30 August. Right on time for the Merdeka Day. Sunday morning, we had a chance to take a stroll at the playground with the boys. Lovely, lovely sight! They too seem to be really happy with the new house. It is bigger than the apartment, and they can freely move around at the car porch. We allocated one room as their playroom (one which I've always wanted for a longggggg time). We had the kitchen cabinet done in WHITE!! I loved it! And I also have an oven now. I finally can practice my baking skills! Well, not that I am THAT good, but I guess enough to satisfy my own appetite.
So, all in all, I am satisfied. Finally, a nice house (to me), big area for the boys to play, and my own kitchen... I couldn't ask for more... That was one part of the many events that I had last week.
Next, the Merdeka Day. As I have mentioned in my previous posts, I didn't actually feel the 'merdeka' mood around me this year. NOT AT ALL. Na'a. None. ZERO. I mean, I know that most of the people knew that it was coming but because many of us were too engrossed with something else that many of us forgotten about it. All I hear everyday was election, ACA nabbed somebody or some people, people shot dead, gangsters shot dead, robbery here, robbery there, and the most irritating news ever - the politics in Malaysia! I know, I have to thank the news people for keeping us updated on the current 'happenings' around town, but the kind of news that I read everyday just made me sick most of the times!
So, back to the Merdeka Day... I didn't get to watch the parade this year because we didn't have the antenna / ASTRO installed yet (can you believe how much we rely on ASTRO nowadays?? tsk tsk tsk..). We had one old antenna from our old TV, and that was what we used. As you can guess, the reception was really bad. I could barely see the face of the people on TV let alone hear the sound. So we turned it off. Peace...
We went to my in-laws' house in the evening for 'kenduri doa selamat'. We left their house just a a few minutes after midnight, and as we moved away from the house, I looked out the car's window hoping to see some fireworks. None. Totally quiet... Hmm... Something new, I thought to myself. I sort of knew that there won't be any fireworks - someone told me - but I was just thinking that may be they would change their mind and prepare one. None. What a quiet merdeka it had been... A sombre one.
Then, came Ramadhan... We had sahur at our new home. Very different feeling. Different but of course, nice. Aimar woke up very early and 'joined' us for sahur. Funny... He was babbling throughout sahur as if asking us what were we doing up and eat so early. Asyraff? He was still fast asleep.
I am happy, and thankful that I didn't encounter much problem although we had been busy working around the house unpacking our stuff. I didn't feel hungry, not towards the end of the day, that is... I must say, I had a very good start. Alhamdullilah...
Today, is the 3rd day of puasa. I am already running out of idea what to cook for sahur. I mean, it's hard to simply eat that early, but we have to. So, one way to help the process of swallowing food at that early hour is the right menu that can entice the appetite. *sigh*... So far, I have not heard any complaints. Hehehe... So, think hard on the menu when the complaints start coming in... Wish me luck!
So, all in all, I am satisfied. Finally, a nice house (to me), big area for the boys to play, and my own kitchen... I couldn't ask for more... That was one part of the many events that I had last week.
Next, the Merdeka Day. As I have mentioned in my previous posts, I didn't actually feel the 'merdeka' mood around me this year. NOT AT ALL. Na'a. None. ZERO. I mean, I know that most of the people knew that it was coming but because many of us were too engrossed with something else that many of us forgotten about it. All I hear everyday was election, ACA nabbed somebody or some people, people shot dead, gangsters shot dead, robbery here, robbery there, and the most irritating news ever - the politics in Malaysia! I know, I have to thank the news people for keeping us updated on the current 'happenings' around town, but the kind of news that I read everyday just made me sick most of the times!
So, back to the Merdeka Day... I didn't get to watch the parade this year because we didn't have the antenna / ASTRO installed yet (can you believe how much we rely on ASTRO nowadays?? tsk tsk tsk..). We had one old antenna from our old TV, and that was what we used. As you can guess, the reception was really bad. I could barely see the face of the people on TV let alone hear the sound. So we turned it off. Peace...
We went to my in-laws' house in the evening for 'kenduri doa selamat'. We left their house just a a few minutes after midnight, and as we moved away from the house, I looked out the car's window hoping to see some fireworks. None. Totally quiet... Hmm... Something new, I thought to myself. I sort of knew that there won't be any fireworks - someone told me - but I was just thinking that may be they would change their mind and prepare one. None. What a quiet merdeka it had been... A sombre one.
Then, came Ramadhan... We had sahur at our new home. Very different feeling. Different but of course, nice. Aimar woke up very early and 'joined' us for sahur. Funny... He was babbling throughout sahur as if asking us what were we doing up and eat so early. Asyraff? He was still fast asleep.
I am happy, and thankful that I didn't encounter much problem although we had been busy working around the house unpacking our stuff. I didn't feel hungry, not towards the end of the day, that is... I must say, I had a very good start. Alhamdullilah...
Today, is the 3rd day of puasa. I am already running out of idea what to cook for sahur. I mean, it's hard to simply eat that early, but we have to. So, one way to help the process of swallowing food at that early hour is the right menu that can entice the appetite. *sigh*... So far, I have not heard any complaints. Hehehe... So, think hard on the menu when the complaints start coming in... Wish me luck!
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Mixed Emotions... And fate? Guess not...
I was happy yesterday. I was happy yesterday because I managed to help someone achieve something. I was thrilled when I was told that it all materialised because of my help - because of my "one simple instruction", he said. Oh, how happy I was yesterday when I heard that I made a difference to some people's lives! I think it was one of my best moments in life. I went home with a very happy feeling. I was still feeling happy early this morning when I woke up.
But then, the good feeling didn't last long. Someone screwed my mood early in the morning and really screwed my day! Errghh!! If I could pull the head of that someone, I would! I hate having people screwing my day very early in the morning.
I can get upset easily, yes, that I admit. But the level of my 'upset-ness' depends on how severe the screw-up is. Well, who doesn't? Today, it was between medium-to-high. To me, what happened this morning was just plain stupid! And I clearly don't understand why!
When I asked for the explanation, all I get was, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to. My mind just went blank, I don't know how to answer." Bull-*%^#!! All Isaid thereafter was, "Yea, that explains a lot."
You know, I don't like people who say something in front of me, and say another thing behind. It hurts. And I don't like people treating me like I'm dumb, or stupid, when I know that I am not. I may not be a Phd holder, or scored 25A1s in school, or hold a high-rank position in a company, but I do know a thing or two about life. I do know how to be courteous to people. I do know that it is bad to hurt people's feelings, or lie to people. It is well known, even a toddler can understand that.
Ahhh... I get frustrated with life sometimes. At times, I feel that life is just plain unfair. I tried the method of blaming it to fate, but then again, fate is fate... What happened to me this morning WAS CLEARLY NOT FATE. That I know.
But then, the good feeling didn't last long. Someone screwed my mood early in the morning and really screwed my day! Errghh!! If I could pull the head of that someone, I would! I hate having people screwing my day very early in the morning.
I can get upset easily, yes, that I admit. But the level of my 'upset-ness' depends on how severe the screw-up is. Well, who doesn't? Today, it was between medium-to-high. To me, what happened this morning was just plain stupid! And I clearly don't understand why!
When I asked for the explanation, all I get was, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to. My mind just went blank, I don't know how to answer." Bull-*%^#!! All Isaid thereafter was, "Yea, that explains a lot."
You know, I don't like people who say something in front of me, and say another thing behind. It hurts. And I don't like people treating me like I'm dumb, or stupid, when I know that I am not. I may not be a Phd holder, or scored 25A1s in school, or hold a high-rank position in a company, but I do know a thing or two about life. I do know how to be courteous to people. I do know that it is bad to hurt people's feelings, or lie to people. It is well known, even a toddler can understand that.
Ahhh... I get frustrated with life sometimes. At times, I feel that life is just plain unfair. I tried the method of blaming it to fate, but then again, fate is fate... What happened to me this morning WAS CLEARLY NOT FATE. That I know.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Here In My Home - by Malaysian Artistes for Unity
Here is the video clip of the song I have mentioned in my previous entry. It's fun to watch. Trust me. Enjoy it! =)
To the guys who wrote the song, made the video, performed the song, acted in the video, a BIG HUG to all of you. I LOVE IT!
To the guys who wrote the song, made the video, performed the song, acted in the video, a BIG HUG to all of you. I LOVE IT!
I love Malaysia!
I am feeling... kind of different today. I mean, different than the normal days. I myself don't know why. I don't think it's because of the weather (fyi, it's kind of cloudy at this particular moment). Nor do I think it's because of the incidents during the weekends (ergghh... Don't ask what happened...).
I woke up pretty late this morning. I know it's a working day, but somehow I just couldn't leave my bed. The weather was nice this morning. After a long while blinking and staring at the ceiling, I decided to get up and get ready for work. The traffic was grrreatt! Probably because it's a school holiday, so I managed to reach my office within half hour.
I did my usual routines - I put down my bags, switch on my PC, change my shoes to bedroom slippers (yes, bedroom slippers, they're very comfortable and I love it!), make myself a cup of Nescafe 3-in-1 Hi-Calcium, sit down comfortably in front of my PC, check my emails and online newspaper while sipping my morning coffee with a pack of Jacob's Hi-Fibre Crackers as breakfast (don't question my diet!).
Now, the one special thing that happened to me today was, I bumped into this one video clip sent by a friend through You Tube. It is by the Malaysian Artistes For Unity, a song called "Here In My Home". It has a very catchy tune... Nice lyrics. Towards the end of the song, I felt a rush of blood through my veins... That's when I started to notice the things around me, how I woke up this morning, my two beautiful boys, my life, and I thought, "I am lucky I am a Malaysian and I AM HERE!!"... And I decided I should write about it.
I know the situation in Malaysia currently isn't as good as it used to be. We hear all kinds of news everyday on the tube, news on political parties fighting each other, prominent figures being investigated by ACA, babies being dumped in a manhole, murders and accidents everywhere... Many of us think that it is not safe / not fun / not good to be in Malaysia nowadays. Some thought of migrating. I, too, thought of migrating once. I popped the thought to Ras. But after a while, I thought, I don't think I can be what / who I am if it is not because of this country. It has shaped me to be who I am today.
I am not perfect, but I am not a bad person either (at least I don't kill or cause troubles to other people). I may not be rich, but I am living a comfortable life here. I have a job. I still have my family, although we live far apart, but at least I can just buy an airplane ticket and go home any time I want to without even worrying about visa and stuff.
But the one thing that really strike me is the unity among the Malaysians. I am truly amazed by it actually. it is not easy to foster, let alone maintain, such a strong bond between all the races in Malaysia. Our forefathers started it. They fought for it. Of course, it wasn't a smooth ride. It wasn't a smooth transition. The people then experienced a lot of chaos along the way to freedom, to unity. But they eventually learned to bury their differences, and agree on one thing - FREEDOM and UNITY. If they can do it then, why can't we today? Many of our forefathers didn't go to school then. Many didn't earn a degree, Masters, or Phd. But they know one thing that is best for them - that is to unite for peace and freedom for the country they love.
I have on my PC the song "Here In My Home" playing while I am writing this. I have tears in my eyes. I feel melancholy...
Anyway, I just want to say, "I love Malaysia!!". I don't care what people think. I love my country. So here, in the spirit of Merdeka, I would like to share with you this song, Here In My Home, performed by our very own Malaysian Artistes. I should say they did a very, very good job with the song and the video clip. Thank you guys!!! A job very well done and delivered! Mmmmuuahhh!! =)
For PEACE and UNITY!!! Malaysia Merdeka!
(I managed to download the video clip from www.malaysianartistesforunity.info. Please, help to spread the word around. Let's get together and support the cause for Malaysian Unity. Oh, and fyi, I don't get paid for this, in case you're wondering why am I so into this. It's just because I love this country so much I can't bear the thought of losing it...)
I woke up pretty late this morning. I know it's a working day, but somehow I just couldn't leave my bed. The weather was nice this morning. After a long while blinking and staring at the ceiling, I decided to get up and get ready for work. The traffic was grrreatt! Probably because it's a school holiday, so I managed to reach my office within half hour.
I did my usual routines - I put down my bags, switch on my PC, change my shoes to bedroom slippers (yes, bedroom slippers, they're very comfortable and I love it!), make myself a cup of Nescafe 3-in-1 Hi-Calcium, sit down comfortably in front of my PC, check my emails and online newspaper while sipping my morning coffee with a pack of Jacob's Hi-Fibre Crackers as breakfast (don't question my diet!).
Now, the one special thing that happened to me today was, I bumped into this one video clip sent by a friend through You Tube. It is by the Malaysian Artistes For Unity, a song called "Here In My Home". It has a very catchy tune... Nice lyrics. Towards the end of the song, I felt a rush of blood through my veins... That's when I started to notice the things around me, how I woke up this morning, my two beautiful boys, my life, and I thought, "I am lucky I am a Malaysian and I AM HERE!!"... And I decided I should write about it.
I know the situation in Malaysia currently isn't as good as it used to be. We hear all kinds of news everyday on the tube, news on political parties fighting each other, prominent figures being investigated by ACA, babies being dumped in a manhole, murders and accidents everywhere... Many of us think that it is not safe / not fun / not good to be in Malaysia nowadays. Some thought of migrating. I, too, thought of migrating once. I popped the thought to Ras. But after a while, I thought, I don't think I can be what / who I am if it is not because of this country. It has shaped me to be who I am today.
I am not perfect, but I am not a bad person either (at least I don't kill or cause troubles to other people). I may not be rich, but I am living a comfortable life here. I have a job. I still have my family, although we live far apart, but at least I can just buy an airplane ticket and go home any time I want to without even worrying about visa and stuff.
But the one thing that really strike me is the unity among the Malaysians. I am truly amazed by it actually. it is not easy to foster, let alone maintain, such a strong bond between all the races in Malaysia. Our forefathers started it. They fought for it. Of course, it wasn't a smooth ride. It wasn't a smooth transition. The people then experienced a lot of chaos along the way to freedom, to unity. But they eventually learned to bury their differences, and agree on one thing - FREEDOM and UNITY. If they can do it then, why can't we today? Many of our forefathers didn't go to school then. Many didn't earn a degree, Masters, or Phd. But they know one thing that is best for them - that is to unite for peace and freedom for the country they love.
I have on my PC the song "Here In My Home" playing while I am writing this. I have tears in my eyes. I feel melancholy...
Anyway, I just want to say, "I love Malaysia!!". I don't care what people think. I love my country. So here, in the spirit of Merdeka, I would like to share with you this song, Here In My Home, performed by our very own Malaysian Artistes. I should say they did a very, very good job with the song and the video clip. Thank you guys!!! A job very well done and delivered! Mmmmuuahhh!! =)
For PEACE and UNITY!!! Malaysia Merdeka!
(I managed to download the video clip from www.malaysianartistesforunity.info. Please, help to spread the word around. Let's get together and support the cause for Malaysian Unity. Oh, and fyi, I don't get paid for this, in case you're wondering why am I so into this. It's just because I love this country so much I can't bear the thought of losing it...)
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Ahhh... Life...
I decided to try blogging today... Don't ask me why I suddenly want to try it, I just don't have the answer. Well, I have plenty of reasons I guess, but for once, today, I have finally decided to try blogging! Phewww...
I am not too sure how long will I be able to keep this though... Tried once before, but it went down the drain after a couple of months, simply because I thought I wasn't good enough. So I stopped. I continued the conventional way of recording my thoughts and feelings - the diary. I have been writing in a diary for years now - it started out when I was still in primary school. I was a rebelious kind of girl. So, whenever I get upset, I will usually vent out my anger or frustrations in writing... It helped a lot I think.
I have stopped writing in a diary for quite some time now. Of course, occassionally I still do write. Well, sometimes I write on a piece of paper, sometimes I type it out on my laptop - just to get things out of my chest. After a while I thought, I should just try to blog. Which I did - TODAY! =)
Ahhhhh... What a relief, finally.... =D
I am not too sure how long will I be able to keep this though... Tried once before, but it went down the drain after a couple of months, simply because I thought I wasn't good enough. So I stopped. I continued the conventional way of recording my thoughts and feelings - the diary. I have been writing in a diary for years now - it started out when I was still in primary school. I was a rebelious kind of girl. So, whenever I get upset, I will usually vent out my anger or frustrations in writing... It helped a lot I think.
I have stopped writing in a diary for quite some time now. Of course, occassionally I still do write. Well, sometimes I write on a piece of paper, sometimes I type it out on my laptop - just to get things out of my chest. After a while I thought, I should just try to blog. Which I did - TODAY! =)
Ahhhhh... What a relief, finally.... =D
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