2173 more days

                             When the above number is displayed, its sole purpose is to be a reminder to me that I have only 2173 days to be part of a huge organisation in Malaysia, at least directly, that is.

Oh what has happened to 2014?

No posts at all....

When I started blogging (some) seven years ago, my energy was 120 per cent of what I have now.

Today, wisdom is certainly on my side... but energy-wise....I need determination (to begin with) and lots of love from my family members and friends to enhance my 'power', if that is what it is called...

Tomorrow is another school day (no adjectives added).

There will be an important programme carried out by the Discipline Unit starting at 8 am. I can't be too sure what the turn-out will be like. Just hope that every thing will run smoothly and after this my task is to prepare the door gifts for the teachers who will be present until the end of the session. Erm, having said that, where do I keep the ribbons?

I meant to do something other than blogging. But hey who can guess what is my next course of action tonight? I would love to continue with my reading of articles, or 'surat-surat amaran' (which must be signed) or the translation of the holy Quran. However, at this moment I can't help taking a glimpse of my blog which has seen better days. Then the beautiful moments of being able to write every week suddenly came alive!

I shall give it a try seriously.

I Am Good

My boy is coming back after a year of intensive study at a college. When I visited him about a week ago, I was reminded not to come early. "Take your time, mum." said he.

In contrast, my friend's daughter, who is also expected to join her family soon; has reminded her mum to be at the gate (of the college) one minute before her exams are due to be over.

God! It's either because he is not a girl...hence, he possesses a different set of hormones; or he knows how I dislike driving very fast, I only reach 140km/h; or worse still, to him- coming back home is a nightmare!

No, no, no. He's my boy... home is the place he wants to be.... and mum is the best chef...hehehe..

Shhh! Listen....

Talk about labelling people....

No, I hate it when people label others ....yes, you bet... I don't get any pleasure listening to someone babbling about how irritating another person is. At the same time, I'm easily bored by praises about others whom a person has just known for a few days, or worse still- a few seconds. I believe that we must reserve the good comments only to the deserving ones... and don't blurt it out too soon...

Having said that, recently, I was rudely awakened from my comfort zone. I was partly to be blamed but I find it a blessing in disguise. One person confronted me with a misconception of how I deal with people... as I was listening to this person's 'frank' comments about me, I realised that the battle was already half-won because I was able to 'pause' and actually listen to this person.

Moral of the story, be positive. Secondly, learn to forgive others (every night) and finally, listen more , and people will listen to us.

The Ill, The Old and The Shaky

Ever heard of labelling?

When people are ignorant, they tend to label others at the slightest mistake made by the latter.

This could be prompted by the lack of genuine information about the different cultures or perhaps this is the result of improper behaviour of a certain group of people which (unknowingly) has brought about a distorted picture of their true way of life.

Sadly, some people choose to sneer at the act of others without understanding the underlying reason for it.

Having said that, it's not for me to blame these people. The fault actually lies in the lackadaisical attitude of everyone involved in projecting (or rather, not projecting) the true image of the believers of our (respective) religion. But, hey, is it not safer to take some time to reflect on an incident before making any comments? Give it some due consideration before 'flashing' your potentially hurtful remarks?

In retrospect, this reminder is surprisingly what I wish to write today despite being ill and shaky at this very moment, not to mention the other one, the.....

Just A Transit

In 1986, on my way back to the Oz country, I met an old friend of mine at the Changi Airport during a transit. I was glad to meet him as we were classmates (in fact, my first classmate) during our matriculation years. The following year, we went separate ways until our class farewell party which was held at one of our friends' house. There, I realised that we were, in fact, still good friends.

Today, after 25 years, I must admit that memories of my younger days keep flashing sporadically.

Faces of friends and my former students could greet me unexpectedly, both in reality and rarely, in my dreams. Though I wish I could be 'warmer', I simply can't spend much time with them anymore.

It's bedtime now, good nite. I told you, it's a transit before I am alive again tomorrow.

Free At Last

Being an adult gives me the freedom to make my own decisions.

Yes, I am free to decide whether to cook chicken or fish, to sleep or to read an article, to watch tv or to mark my students' books, or whether to take a walk or to clean my bathroom..............phew, none of these sounds appealing to you, right?

But, that is it! I am free!

Nevertheless, I must shoulder a number of responsibilities along with this joyous freedom.....

Having said that, I am glad my parents had pushed me enough (when I was much younger) so that I would deserve this freedom now. Thank you............

2011

Welcome 2011. I thank God for allowing me another new year to explore.....

So far, 2011 has been an eventful year.

Apart from making a lot of mistakes (to err is human), I have been given the opportunity to look at life from another window. This time, I am one of the players in the drama of life.

Secondly, my interests have been re-ignited, believe it or not? Where have they been all these years?

Love-Hate Relationship

I wish I could just leave my medicine aside...........

There are times I wish I knew how to make my own tonic, which can do miracles.

But I should be grateful that I am still strong and alive. Working at home and at the work place.

More importantly, I am with my loved ones, especially during this holiday.....

Maheranhz Identity

Hey man! I had even forgotten my own identity.......

Mark my words.... I should never neglect my true penchant for writing and sharing .... even though I am quite occupied with marking my students' exam scripts.

The last 36 hours have unveiled a series of unpredictable events........

Such as, my golden moments messaging with my friends (hi! remember the fried maggie?)..... my encounter with some bewildering people (and this morning I managed to smile at them)....... and that so-called painstaking effort to keep my cool amidst the stares and 'actually-what-is-happening-at-your-place?' looks which could be quite disconcerting.

But, it's no excuse to my long silence...I admit it.

24 June 2010

That was the last time I had my post done and ready for sharing.... (how I miss the authentic feeling of sharing).

As though roused from a deep slumber, I decided to take a peek at my own blog... hehehe...

Actually, within these 3 months, a number of incidents have proven to be a series of bitter/sweet lessons to me. Come on, I am not THAT naive to claim that every thing is new to me. No, no! they are not all new..... some are even deja vu!

My cat had quite an addition to her family. This time she managed to raise 4 cute kittens...well, until two days ago when the number was drastically shrunk to two. Why so? One of them was last seen dead at the roadside. Another one? Gone..... missing. But one thing for sure..... it was not involved in any of the latest crimes in Malaysia.

I miss my children who are studying in the other states. But I know, the ones who are with me need my attention as much as they rightfully deserve.

On the outward, one may seem quite cold, but deep down, she is indeed caring!

Being Proactive

I do not know whether it is clear that being proactive can hurt.

Yes, it signifies a promising productivity............. a rapid development and perhaps a quicker results.

Having said that, (and having done that), now I realised (and I feel the need for repentance)...that being proactive is applicable only when it is done without having to do it at the expense of others.

Slow down, get the instructions right and work out a strategy by optimizing the time, energy and capital available at our disposal. We are dealing with human beings who need to be treated with dignity.

How I have grown a little bit wiser!

Arghie

Two years ago I wrote about my house being a rendezvous to some stray dogs and cats (not to mention the bees, birds and monkeys).

For the past week, I noticed that a dog has been occupying my parking space at my work place.... of course, we are sharing it as it will slowly creep under my car..... (actually) it has such a limited height to accommodate such a big dog.

But since sharing is caring, I just let the dog enjoy its space.

Shall see you again tomorrow, Arghie!

A Better Head

While nurturing a better heart, I came across a number of incidents which require me to have a better 'head'....

and so, shall be it!

By the way, my mission is accomplished as the thick pile of answer scripts have disappeared from my house! I started marking the exam paper a month ago...... and hence, there is a very good reason for a pompous celebration tonight!

When I Don't Love You Anymore

Dejavu.........

It's the same sort of feelings felt before.......... which would always change my determination.

I don't hate you. Just that.........

........my love is re-engineered towards a better 'horse-power'.

No offence, please. I just don't love you anymore.

Reading Makes A ..............

My penchant for books has not faded.

Yesterday, after coming back from a bookstore in KL, my heart was pounding fast..... exuberantly, I got all the household chores done as soon as possible as my mind was very focused on one thing......... the books which I had just bought.

So, relentlessly (despite the rather extraordinarily quiet night), I spent the entire peaceful night reading a book.......... from cover to cover.

It was simply enlightening ..........

Yellow

I like yellow.

I like black too!

And green..............

Plus I can't differentiate the colour of the clothes worn by others. They all look the same, to me.

But I still like yellow.

Passwords

Help!

I have tonnes of passwords to manage and to remember!

Helpppppppppppppppp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maggi Mee

Sometimes I feel like eating the Maggi noodles. This food or rather 'poison' was forbidden in my family as I was growing up. Thanks to my parents.

However, in order to survive (especially during my varsity years) I had to resort to this noodles. When I had to go for field trips (which would mean a few days away from home) with my lecturer and course-mates, I had to face the hardships of reality ( hunger pangs hit me too hard for me to hold on to my principles of abstaining myself from taking this 'poison').

So, that was before.

Now, I am free to decide when to have it. Mmm, perhaps tonight!