Friday February 24th 2006
Bahrain
Another friday weekend here. Been a while since I wrote anything.Last wednesday night it suddenly rained, not a heavy one but still ..rain... which is not normal here. It is almost never rain in Bahrain.It continued to rain till thursday morning.Maybe it is a good omen.
Anyway ... today... it is a year since my dear brother left us so suddenly. I really missed him a lot.Al fatihah.Semuga Allah mencuri rahmat keatas rohnya dan ditempatkan ditempat orang yang beriman.Eversince that fateful day, I have been trying to recall all and everything that I could remember about him. Thats all that I have right now. Memories. Only memories.The last image that I had of him was when he was waving goodbye, when I was leaving the house to come back to Bahrain. He was standing the verandah with my mother that evening.Little that I know that was the last time that I would see his face. If I only knew...!!!
The first memory of him that I remember was when he was helping me to ride my bicycle... He was like a father figure to me eversince my father died when I was 10 yrs old.I owe it to him for all that I have right now.
Friday, February 24, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006
THE EPITOME OF EVIL
THE EPITOME OF EVIL
Evil ways appear in many forms and shapes.Here we have a pretty face that triggers the male testosterone.
When she first joined us as a colleague, we were quite excited at having another asean face and were looking forward to sharing some traditional thai recipes. Most of us love thai spicy food...
It all started quite nicely in the first couple of days before it turned out to be nightmares for most of us.She was "extremely" sociable. To the extent it became questionable.As the days progressed it came to light her true self.It became the battle of power.A colleague resigned because of her. And another died.
And yours truly have the benefits of having her as a housemate.
The first incident was her playing her musics overly loud.I didnt complain. But she did ask if her music is disturbing us. There are four of us in the apartment.So I said it is up to the discretion of an individual...respecting everyone as an adult to be able to determine the comfort level of everyone, without disturbing one's space and rights.I was still trying to be cordial.
Another housemate found a kitten by the road side and took him home. She asked me if she could keep the kitten in her room.Being a cat lover I said yes...and I ended being the "godmother" to the cat...and sometimes...cat-sitting too. But I dont mind..since I love cats.
Then the "bathroom" story surfaced.
We have to share the bathroom and she thought the bathroom cleanses itself. And again yours truly have to bear the burden of cleaning the bathroom every weekend...Then she complained that one bathroom is not enough..when she feels the need to use the bathroom.So I took the way out and let her use the bathroom alone and I use the smaller bathroom.She told me to take out my washing machine... and she put in her washing machine in the bathroom.
Next is the dog story...
She went back to her homecountry for a vacation and came back with a dog. Without having the courtesy of asking if she can keep a dog in her room, knowing very well that some people in the apartment are Muslims. I was livid. Then the cold war began.It is a small dog... I dont care what breed it is...still a dog.She now conquers the apartment with her ways and means.A nice clean apartment has now turned to be like a back alley one room flat. Litters... mess...and you dont feel like coming into the apartment.Going home time is a chore for me, since I have to pass by her room. I stopped using the pantry since thats where she washes her plates and stuffs. The other Muslim girl seemed to have zipped her lips and closed both eyes and deafened her ears... since they are buddies.
I have brought this matter up to the bosses's attention but they seemed not to care. They are not sensitive to the needs of the staff. They failed to acknowledge that this is a Muslim country and they know that dog is forbidden in a Muslim household.
How do you talk to an ignorant individual ?
So... I am fighting this battle alone.
Only God knows what is in my heart. I pray He would show the way. I have suffered because of this and everyday is day full of hatred and it is not helping me at all.
She wants to have everything her way..and what she wants she gets. And she must have whatever benefits that someone else has eventhough she is not entitled to it.
Another colleague asked me to be patience and channeled my energy to something more useful. Let go of all the hatred.Well..he can say that..because he is not staying with a "dog" in his apartment. He can do everything and move freely without feeling "waswas"...
My friends...
Please give me some ideas and advice... what to do in this situation.I have a limitation here... I do not wish to move out of the apartment since I cannot afford to stay at another place.This apartment is provided by the employer and I am have been staying there the longest.
I feel like she is an intruder and having no courtesy and respect for the others.
So... where does respect and tolerance begins...?
Do you need to respect someones space...
Do you need to tolerate someones actions...
And where does your "rights" begins... ???
Evil ways appear in many forms and shapes.Here we have a pretty face that triggers the male testosterone.
When she first joined us as a colleague, we were quite excited at having another asean face and were looking forward to sharing some traditional thai recipes. Most of us love thai spicy food...
It all started quite nicely in the first couple of days before it turned out to be nightmares for most of us.She was "extremely" sociable. To the extent it became questionable.As the days progressed it came to light her true self.It became the battle of power.A colleague resigned because of her. And another died.
And yours truly have the benefits of having her as a housemate.
The first incident was her playing her musics overly loud.I didnt complain. But she did ask if her music is disturbing us. There are four of us in the apartment.So I said it is up to the discretion of an individual...respecting everyone as an adult to be able to determine the comfort level of everyone, without disturbing one's space and rights.I was still trying to be cordial.
Another housemate found a kitten by the road side and took him home. She asked me if she could keep the kitten in her room.Being a cat lover I said yes...and I ended being the "godmother" to the cat...and sometimes...cat-sitting too. But I dont mind..since I love cats.
Then the "bathroom" story surfaced.
We have to share the bathroom and she thought the bathroom cleanses itself. And again yours truly have to bear the burden of cleaning the bathroom every weekend...Then she complained that one bathroom is not enough..when she feels the need to use the bathroom.So I took the way out and let her use the bathroom alone and I use the smaller bathroom.She told me to take out my washing machine... and she put in her washing machine in the bathroom.
Next is the dog story...
She went back to her homecountry for a vacation and came back with a dog. Without having the courtesy of asking if she can keep a dog in her room, knowing very well that some people in the apartment are Muslims. I was livid. Then the cold war began.It is a small dog... I dont care what breed it is...still a dog.She now conquers the apartment with her ways and means.A nice clean apartment has now turned to be like a back alley one room flat. Litters... mess...and you dont feel like coming into the apartment.Going home time is a chore for me, since I have to pass by her room. I stopped using the pantry since thats where she washes her plates and stuffs. The other Muslim girl seemed to have zipped her lips and closed both eyes and deafened her ears... since they are buddies.
I have brought this matter up to the bosses's attention but they seemed not to care. They are not sensitive to the needs of the staff. They failed to acknowledge that this is a Muslim country and they know that dog is forbidden in a Muslim household.
How do you talk to an ignorant individual ?
So... I am fighting this battle alone.
Only God knows what is in my heart. I pray He would show the way. I have suffered because of this and everyday is day full of hatred and it is not helping me at all.
She wants to have everything her way..and what she wants she gets. And she must have whatever benefits that someone else has eventhough she is not entitled to it.
Another colleague asked me to be patience and channeled my energy to something more useful. Let go of all the hatred.Well..he can say that..because he is not staying with a "dog" in his apartment. He can do everything and move freely without feeling "waswas"...
My friends...
Please give me some ideas and advice... what to do in this situation.I have a limitation here... I do not wish to move out of the apartment since I cannot afford to stay at another place.This apartment is provided by the employer and I am have been staying there the longest.
I feel like she is an intruder and having no courtesy and respect for the others.
So... where does respect and tolerance begins...?
Do you need to respect someones space...
Do you need to tolerate someones actions...
And where does your "rights" begins... ???
Sunday, January 01, 2006
The first day of 2006
January The First 2006
Sunday
Its the first day of another new year.
We went for breakfast at the Crown Plaza this morning.
Just the eight of us.
Was supposed to attend the gathering at level five last night but
just didnt feel like going.
So I had a quiet evening to reminisce.
Sunday
Its the first day of another new year.
We went for breakfast at the Crown Plaza this morning.
Just the eight of us.
Was supposed to attend the gathering at level five last night but
just didnt feel like going.
So I had a quiet evening to reminisce.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
December 14th 2005
Seven days ago I started this blog. And only today I got the time to write again.
Been a busy week.
Am doing the event for the Endurance Race... the first of its kind in Bahrain.
And this is the first opportunity to be in the BIC too.
It was a nice feeling to be standing on the track. I imagine all the roars and speeds that
has passed this way over and over.
And this afternoon for the first time in my life I was watching the Formula BMW World Final car race.
Although it was only a practice run, I could feel the adrenalin flowing.
The sound of the engines are deafening. And to see the speed they are going is
like every seconds is a matter of life and death. Its a split second decision...
precision... and how good one is in handling situation. And they said that the race
track is safer than ordinary roads and highways.
They are very young drivers, a Michael Schumacer in the making.
Today we were supposed to hang all the banners and branding...and more branding all over.
The boys were tired but it seems they were enjoying themselves too on the track.
Well tomorrow will be another long day at the Endurance Village. Hope we'll see some fine horses. Its really a toll on the horses... such a long run...like a marathon.
And I wonder if they ever knew whats going on... apart from being urged to run and go faster
and faster in such extreme conditions.
But they are really such fine horses... top of the cream. They are very strong.
I pray for them.
Seven days ago I started this blog. And only today I got the time to write again.
Been a busy week.
Am doing the event for the Endurance Race... the first of its kind in Bahrain.
And this is the first opportunity to be in the BIC too.
It was a nice feeling to be standing on the track. I imagine all the roars and speeds that
has passed this way over and over.
And this afternoon for the first time in my life I was watching the Formula BMW World Final car race.
Although it was only a practice run, I could feel the adrenalin flowing.
The sound of the engines are deafening. And to see the speed they are going is
like every seconds is a matter of life and death. Its a split second decision...
precision... and how good one is in handling situation. And they said that the race
track is safer than ordinary roads and highways.
They are very young drivers, a Michael Schumacer in the making.
Today we were supposed to hang all the banners and branding...and more branding all over.
The boys were tired but it seems they were enjoying themselves too on the track.
Well tomorrow will be another long day at the Endurance Village. Hope we'll see some fine horses. Its really a toll on the horses... such a long run...like a marathon.
And I wonder if they ever knew whats going on... apart from being urged to run and go faster
and faster in such extreme conditions.
But they are really such fine horses... top of the cream. They are very strong.
I pray for them.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
MY SPECIAL DAY.......
December 7th 2005
Wednesday
Just like any other day... and only I know it is special to me.
So here is to health...wealth...and happiness...
May all the dreams come true.......!
Wednesday
Just like any other day... and only I know it is special to me.
So here is to health...wealth...and happiness...
May all the dreams come true.......!
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