The First Cut is the Deepest...

My youngest sister is in love....he..he....I think it is about time she falls in love with someone...or may be what I am trying to say ..she should give chance to someone before it is toooooo late...he.he.Anyway, since she is the youngest and everybody loves her so much..so everybody seems to be quite worried about her Mr Right. Is the Mr Right is truly "right" for her?..."Right" in many ways actually...religious background...education..social status... attitude...and many more...I think it is normal to have a longer list for the youngest in the family...he..he..

Anyway, hopefully she will take our "concern" in her lovelife in a positive way...we love you and really worry that somebody will hurt you in your journey of finding your Mr Right...well..dear.."the first cut is the deepest"...

Old Friends...

Recently, God give me the opportunity to meet few of my old friends.I haven't met some of them for more than 20 years.They were the one who shared my happiness and sorrow during my schooldays. We grew up together in one of the boarding schools .Now most of them have become somebody in their selected fields.Somehow I feel proud to have friends like them. But again , life is not always rossy for everybody.So to my old friends, the following poem (which I came accross in the internet) is dedicated to all of you.


Potrait of a Friend

I can't give solutions to all life's problems,doubts,or fears.
But I can listen to you,and together we will search for answers.
I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys,triumphs,sucesses,and happiness are not mine;yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make,nor to judge;
I can only support you,encourage you,and help you when you ask.
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,from your values,from me.
I can only pray for you,talk to you and wait for you.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change,room to grow,room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.

PRU-12

Salam to all Malaysian out there...hope I am not that late to write about our PRU...Well..at last the PM declared the "date"..Of course after going through so many speculation ...this coming 8th of March will turn out to be another "hari ini dalam sejarah" for us Malaysian...

The big question is... have we make up our mind?he...he... bet not an easy task right..I still remember when I was young my father used to drive me around my home area to see the political parties put up their flags....somehow I did enjoy seeing the scenery ....the colourful flags and the posters just make my kampung more lively...he..he..

As I grow older, I come to understand that election means more than having colourful flags and posters...election is the time where we Malaysian should exercise our power...power to choose the leaders /government that we want....

So, my last words to all Malaysian " tepuk kepala...decide nak pangkah yang mana"...

So many things to do..so little time

So many things to do in so little time...(Joker cakap tu dalam Batman kan..that's why I phased his handsome photo..ha..ha)

I have been pretty busy lately...My husband and I just secured scholarships to further our studies..itulah..muda..muda..tak nak belajor..dah tua baru sibuk nak belajor...

Alhamdulillah for the scholarships except now we are petty busy finding the university as we are offered to go to NZ..the country that never appear in my dream...I always have the impression that NZ has more sheeps than people living there...ha..ha..may be this is the punishment from God...

Yesterday I received a frustrated e-mailed..we cannot bring our Indonesian maid to NZ..come on I have three children with me...and both of us are going to crack our head there...please let me bring my maid....(screaming deep inside me)..BUT looks like nothing much we can do about it..

And tanpa disangka I received an e-mailed from Syah ..giving few e-mailed add of his friends in NZ..Syah ..thanks to you...we really appreciate that... I have e-mailed one of his friends asking about childcare facilities there..hope to get some info...no doubt NZ has among the best childcare facility...that is not the issue..the main concern... mampu ke nak bayar...ha..ha..

To all my friends and family ..thanks for all your supports and for all the good tips on starting my journey...One of my close friends said "buat la PhD ngan penuh gaya"....aduh...macam mana ni...belum start dah serabut.....ha..ha..

Alhamdulillah...

Last friday my eldest son completed his foundation Quran(the last Iqra' series) lesson and started to read the Quran. The ustaz has requested us to buat a small "kenduri" for that purpose. We end up making pulut kuning and distributed the pulut to the neighbours. Looking back, at his age I already "khatam" the Quran .

Of course he is not the one to be blamed.My husband and I decided to teach him Quran by ourselves. We cannot send him to any Quran class bcoz our office is far away from home . We usually reached home around 6.30 pm. Almost all the Quran class start around 2.30 pm. So nobody available to send him to the class. He started his Iqra 1 at the age of seven. As time passed by,we realised that,this is not an effective method (too many constraints).

Alhamdulillah , this year we found this ustaz who is willing to come to our house to teach the Quran to our sons 3 days a week. So now things are more organised. Hopefully my two heroes will grab the skill of reading the Quran faster.Not to forget .Thank you to my mom for helping in the preparation of the pulut kuning and the chicken curry....