A few days ago, I finally made it to the phone and call on an old friend,and a former schoolmate. It was a welcome surprise to both of us and had a lot of catching ups to do. How time has passed us and lots of things had gone by. Through her I managed to hear some good news, happy news and sad news as well. Good and happy news to learn that everyone in our batch had done well for themselves and making a niche in the corporate world, both in Malaysia and overseas. But sadly and shocking to know that some good friends had passed away and at such a young age.
That phone call was like magic, that supplied me with the latest info and a ticket to join their online groups. Its so nice to be able to trace your friends from school days time. Reminds me of the movie "To Sir With Love". Reminiscing of all the good times that we had in our boarding school. That was the best part of my life.
I asked her if theres still anybody "single" amongst us, she said YES ! Gee so I am not alone like a freak, not having a "Director" or somebody with a tittle as a hubby.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
In the news today
What a surprise to read this in gulfnews today.
"No market for prostitution in Bahrain, official says"
According to the news an officer denied there was a market for prostitution in Bahrain.
I couldnt help myself but to smile on this.
We knew ... everybody knew ... the stories and what is happening in town.
Some people chose not to acknowledge it, but we can hear and see.
Just go down to one of the night spots,sit back and observe the scenes.
I wonder if there is a country in the world that is free of prostitution at all.
"No market for prostitution in Bahrain, official says"
According to the news an officer denied there was a market for prostitution in Bahrain.
I couldnt help myself but to smile on this.
We knew ... everybody knew ... the stories and what is happening in town.
Some people chose not to acknowledge it, but we can hear and see.
Just go down to one of the night spots,sit back and observe the scenes.
I wonder if there is a country in the world that is free of prostitution at all.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Love
Love
Like a river
Will cut a new path
Whenever it meets an obstacle
Love
Like a river
Flows ...
Leaving sands behind
Like a river
Will cut a new path
Whenever it meets an obstacle
Love
Like a river
Flows ...
Leaving sands behind
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Do we still celebrate the New Year ?
Do we still celebrate New Year ? Not anymore.
Gone were the days when we waited for the clock to strike 12 at midnight.
Gone were the days of having a New Year's Eve feast and parties.
Gone were the days of putting up decorations and traditional rites to bring in the New Year.
I could still remember a friend who told me to get twelve numbers of different fruits and arrange them in a big bowl for good luck. Another would hang a bunch of grapes at the door.
Gone too are the sms on the mobile phones.
It was a very quiet evening for us. No fuss. Infact it went almost unnoticed. Just like another day in our lives. No particular significance.
I guess, time has changed. I have changed. Migrated.
Looking back things have turned around almost 360 since the past two years. Lots of water has gone under the bridge. Nothing lasts forever, but the earth and the skies.
Nobody cares nor talk about new year resolutions anymore. For we dont need the beginning of a new year to make new resolutions.
"Time" certainly had healed a few scratches. And in time, all would be gone with the wind.
For those that had touched my life, some have gone forever into nothingness, some had "Rest in Peace" in the shoe boxes, but a few had remain dear in my heart.
Happy New Year to everyone...!
Gone were the days when we waited for the clock to strike 12 at midnight.
Gone were the days of having a New Year's Eve feast and parties.
Gone were the days of putting up decorations and traditional rites to bring in the New Year.
I could still remember a friend who told me to get twelve numbers of different fruits and arrange them in a big bowl for good luck. Another would hang a bunch of grapes at the door.
Gone too are the sms on the mobile phones.
It was a very quiet evening for us. No fuss. Infact it went almost unnoticed. Just like another day in our lives. No particular significance.
I guess, time has changed. I have changed. Migrated.
Looking back things have turned around almost 360 since the past two years. Lots of water has gone under the bridge. Nothing lasts forever, but the earth and the skies.
Nobody cares nor talk about new year resolutions anymore. For we dont need the beginning of a new year to make new resolutions.
"Time" certainly had healed a few scratches. And in time, all would be gone with the wind.
For those that had touched my life, some have gone forever into nothingness, some had "Rest in Peace" in the shoe boxes, but a few had remain dear in my heart.
Happy New Year to everyone...!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Maal Hijrah - 1 Muharram 1430
First day of the Muslim New Year.
As usual it was celebrated with saying a prayer for the coming year. Hopefully it will be a year full of Blessings.
Wonder what Allah has in store for us all. One thing for sure, things are not looking too bright. Although we have to remain positive and think of that whatever happens, it happens for a reason(s)
Weatherwise, the weather has been gloomy since morning. But it is slightly better than the heat for the past week which was so dry. Its time to have that wonderful cup of tea.
As usual it was celebrated with saying a prayer for the coming year. Hopefully it will be a year full of Blessings.
Wonder what Allah has in store for us all. One thing for sure, things are not looking too bright. Although we have to remain positive and think of that whatever happens, it happens for a reason(s)
Weatherwise, the weather has been gloomy since morning. But it is slightly better than the heat for the past week which was so dry. Its time to have that wonderful cup of tea.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Remembering my dear Mother .......
Been three weeks since my mother passed away. I missed her tremendously. Its like theres a kind of emptiness within me, within the house. Every spots reminded me of her, her bedroom, her chair, places where she used to sit, right down to every little things. My regret is that I was not able to spend more time with her, even from the time I was growing up. In the early days I was off to a boarding school when I was thirteen yrs old, then to college, and then to an away working life. The only time spent with her during those times were school holidays,monthly visits and vacations. Its only since March last year that I decided to come home and stay with her.I am glad that fate has played a hand and that I was able to be with her till her last days. Or I wouldnt have forgiven myself for being so selfish.
Looking back, at how difficult it must have been for her, being a single parent after my father passed away. She did the best she could in her own way. And I couldnt thank her enough. Nothing in this world would measure up to all her hard work and sacrifices. Its only when I started working that I managed to ease away her burden.
But I still wish that I would have done for more her. I feel as if I havent thanked nor repay her enough. Although everybody knew that she was happy when I finally came home to stay. Thats the only consolation that I have, that I was able to care for her personally towards the end.
What I have now is only memories to treasure. Snippets of life, like a reel of films playing in my head.
Her presence will always stay in my heart and in my prayer every single day.
Looking back, at how difficult it must have been for her, being a single parent after my father passed away. She did the best she could in her own way. And I couldnt thank her enough. Nothing in this world would measure up to all her hard work and sacrifices. Its only when I started working that I managed to ease away her burden.
But I still wish that I would have done for more her. I feel as if I havent thanked nor repay her enough. Although everybody knew that she was happy when I finally came home to stay. Thats the only consolation that I have, that I was able to care for her personally towards the end.
What I have now is only memories to treasure. Snippets of life, like a reel of films playing in my head.
Her presence will always stay in my heart and in my prayer every single day.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Of a dream and renewed hope
Reading an article in the gulf news recently has given me a huge inspiration to my dying dreams. A middle aged grandmother made her teenaged dream of owning a harley came true. That after much hardships that she has gone through before she came to Abu Dhabi. Finally she got her dream machine and having a good life in Abu Dhabi.
We just will not know where the road takes us nor what it has in store at the end. Inspired. Inspired. Never lose hope.
Most of us dream, few of us pursue them and very few of us make them a reality.
Ramadhan came and gone. Eid was celebrated on a modest scale. There was simply not enough hours in a day to finish all the chores. No matter how I tried to schedule my hours, it seems endless. Everything screeming for attention at the same time.
The whole month was chaotic, in trying to prepare for iftar and reap the Blessings of Ramadhan. Our only hope is that we would see another Ramadhan.
Now that the holiday season is over, it is time to get back on the road again. Mend the fence and take care of my garden which has been abandoned for the whole of last month. Hopefully the mulberry tree will be fruits soon. All the seedlings that I planted would sprout hopefully, the orchids continue to bloom, and all the plants remains green.
Yesterday we were blessed with another four kittens. Mother and child(s) are doing great. Till she gets pregnant again.
Its now time too to enjoy the Raya cookies, they seem to taste better after the Eid.
It rained this evening, so it is a bit cool tonight.
With nice cup of hot tea for companion.
Now ... would there be a harley for me ?
We just will not know where the road takes us nor what it has in store at the end. Inspired. Inspired. Never lose hope.
Most of us dream, few of us pursue them and very few of us make them a reality.
Ramadhan came and gone. Eid was celebrated on a modest scale. There was simply not enough hours in a day to finish all the chores. No matter how I tried to schedule my hours, it seems endless. Everything screeming for attention at the same time.
The whole month was chaotic, in trying to prepare for iftar and reap the Blessings of Ramadhan. Our only hope is that we would see another Ramadhan.
Now that the holiday season is over, it is time to get back on the road again. Mend the fence and take care of my garden which has been abandoned for the whole of last month. Hopefully the mulberry tree will be fruits soon. All the seedlings that I planted would sprout hopefully, the orchids continue to bloom, and all the plants remains green.
Yesterday we were blessed with another four kittens. Mother and child(s) are doing great. Till she gets pregnant again.
Its now time too to enjoy the Raya cookies, they seem to taste better after the Eid.
It rained this evening, so it is a bit cool tonight.
With nice cup of hot tea for companion.
Now ... would there be a harley for me ?
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