Tuesday, December 16, 2008


KCW and CKL, my two Chinese bosses in a company I worked in in the 90s said to me one day, "When a problem happens, ask yourself how you contributed to the problem". Probably not original an advice, but funny how you tend to learn faster when confronted with the most dire of situations. In this case for me, I was not up to scratch in dealing with a client.

Using your resources to address any problem from the inside-out is less taxing, not to mention the value it brings to one's basic attitude.


Heard in one of the sermons by a cool, black Muslim in the U.S.:

"It is better to admit that you are weak and therefore you have to subscribe to and use bribery in your dealings than to making excuses, like, `everyone's doing it, I'm forced to do it as well', `its how the game is played', `if I don't do it, I won't get the contract'...and so forth and so on".

Bribery, usury are hideous and should be avoided. Period. God willing. God help us all.


I stumbled upon Halal Tube some months back and have been following some of the speakers quite regularly. It is actually quite intriguing to listen to these Muslim reverts and many a times, I feel so very embarrassed at myself, that I was born a Muslim but am getting `taught' about my religion from people who have embraced Islam only as adults.

Whilst I find that there had been much compromises in delivering the true teachings of Islam by most scholars in this country (unfortunately, due to political reasons), the champions of Islam in the Western countries like the United States do not cut corners, are very cut and dry albeit not in a condescending way and are so cool.

I suspect if I wanted my teenage children to start getting deeper into the religion (as they should, sigh!), they will find these Western speakers highly inspirational. After all, everything Western is so cool to them.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

No. 3, Block F, Jalan Fryers, Perumahan Keretapi Tanah Melayu, Ipoh, Perak.

I wonder if any of the active Hindraf members is my friend, ... from yesteryears? 7 out of 10 of us kids growing up in the Railway Quarters in the 60s/70s are Indians, therefore, basically I had more Indian friends than I did Malay ones.

My dad sent me to Tarcisian Convent where Indians and Chinese made up 90% of each class. I wonder if any of the Chinese who are insisting on vernacular education these days is one of my friends then?!

For the longest time I felt really felt bad that my race, the Malays are purportedly discriminating my friends who are the Chinese and Indians. Now, I'm not sure anymore. Could it be that these friends of mine are doing injustice to themselves?!!

Orang Melayu Kedah kata, "Tak dak penyakit, nak cari penyakit". I say, "Janganlah penyakit di cari ambik".



My last posting was on June 4th...sigh...then I resolve to actually make time to update my blog, for the sake of my children. No excuses, just plain don't know how to grab this bull by the horns on this one.

All the same, funny the husband is starting to complain about my being too glued to the computer, albeit reading other blogs - some of them are so good. I like The Scribe, Che Det, of course, The Malay Male when he's not his crass self, Penarik Beca when he is his rude self, Zubli's, Husin Lempoyang...

I will be well and truly a blogger once I've decided that I am not doing it other than to seek satisfaction for me, myself, I and God. Hope that will not be long coming, God willing.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008


With the birth of each of my six children, my life gets better - rezeki dari Allah as the Muslims would say it. Iyaz is number five and Iyaz realises that he needs to start praying cos for one, Bapak will insist that he did and he will get first-hand scolding from Bapak but he also realises that Allah is taking stock on whether he is being a good boy or not. At seven, he very much believes in Allah and that Allah is All Seeing, All Knowing - I pray that Iyaz and all his siblings remember that fact all throughout their lives - Mak will not be with you guys forever to remind you.

Iyaz celebrated his seventh birthday with his younger brother and five of his many cousins. His cousins were looking forward to sharing the blowing of the candles bit but that did not take place. It took a while for me to explain to the imps that celebrating birthdays is not Islamic, however you see it. I just only discovered this through a ceramah recently.

It actually makes sense i.e. not blowing candles -- why would you want to make a celebration out of blowing your life away?! After all, the sure sign of death for us all is in the passing of time...as time moves on, we are closer to take the calling from our Maker. So, celebrate a birthday if you are very sure that you are ready to meet Allah, otherwise, take it easy with the birthday celebrations.

Waallahu'alam. I thank God Iyaz understood.

Monday, April 28, 2008


No, the mee arang is not black in colour. Mee arang is an Achenese hawker dish cooked with coal - people have been known to insist that anything cooked with coal tastes better. My son Harris and I decided to try Mee Arang that one day when we were waiting for my husband to show up from work. It is quite unique, at least to me, as it is rather different from the mee goreng Mamak that I'm used to. Try it for yourself, I'm scared that I will not be able to do the dish justice by trying to describe it here.

The second time we decided to have the Mee Arang at the shop at the corner in Paya Jaras (near the Pasar Malam), a Pakcik, in his late eighties joined us as the table. He was not eating, he was just resting after a shopping spree at the Pasar Malam. We exchanged smiles but did not say anything - he smiled back and I immediately thought of Iyaz, our seven year old who is starting to loose his milk teeth, so sweet and innocent was the smile, straight from the heart. When our mee arang came, my husband did the usual "Makan, Pakcik...". Pakcik replied with the usual, "Sila, sila...", then, he launched off and did not stop talking for about an hour.

He spoke of his travels all over Malaysia, his experiences, his acquired wisdom throughout his life, his children, his grandchilden, his recent cataract operation and his multi-racial friends. We were in the mood, so he had our undivided attention. [I'm tired, I'll continue later...]