So that I don't forget...

Yesterday, I went on a not-so-impulsive purchase. My two self-elected "personal shoppers" were there to entice and "poison" me. As I already had plans to make such purchase in not-so-near future, I don't blame them. Entirely.

As usual, after the payment was completed, the guilt started to creep in. The elated feeling last but only a little while...

And this morning, in the train, I was humbled. I couldn't stop myself from shedding few tears of humility and remorse. I thought about how much God has given me and yet I lamented and complained. There and then I felt small and insignificant. And I thanked Him for all that He's bestowed upon me. And it was all because a boy and his brother. I put the note here to remind me again in the future whenever I stray and start to forget.

I was about to sit down after the previous person who occupied the seat got off the train. That was when I saw a little boy about four or five years old started to sit crossed-leg on the LRT floor near the door. I signaled to his elder brother who was standing behind him to take the seat. The little boy was a bit frightened and refused to sit down. Only when the brother sat down, did he do the same. Both of them were wearing worn-out clothing, and forgive me God, but they emit a certain musky scent. That was when I started to feel this indescribable feeling and my eyes started to water. Here are two under-privileged boys, and it kept flowing back to me how the night before I just spent a huge sum of money that would mean a lot more to them. I couldn't get passed the feeling. I talked to the brother, to ease the feeling that started to consume me. How selfish I was. They are on their way to Jelatek to send the little brother to school. He finished school already although I didn't ask which level he completed. He look fairly young. He said now he's working. Preparing frozen food. The little boy had two pieces of 20 sen and a piece of 10 sen in his palm. He was playing with the coins and dropped one of the 20 sen piece. I told him to keep it in his pocket. He slowly took out his metal pencil box from his small school bag and arrange the coins nicely in it. I thought to myself, can 50 sen be enough for duit belanja these days? It was enough for me back then in the 80s. But now? I told him to study well and got off the train feeling I could do more than just living my life. Maybe one day, when I've achieved that, I'll share it with you. So help me Lord, for I want to do this.

Thank you God for saying "Hello" to me today.

Well, well. For a change this morning during the train ride. Another youngish couple. This time, both of them are standing. And, non stop PDA (Public Display of Affection). The guy was continuously stealing pecking moments, for lack of better word/phrase. He was whispering at her ear, she laughed, he kissed her fingers. Everything nice, eh? They were still at it when I got off the train.

People still look and steal on and off glances. But most of them had this "enough-already" expression on their faces. Ha ha ha... Anyway, loving gestures are nice and all. But, there's always a but eh? I shall stop here. Nothing is always what it seems.

Ah-nee-ways... why should there be a need for different races for their own masjeeds? Chinese Muslims in Ipoh are requesting permission to build their own masjeed because they cannot understand sermons in Malay. Hmm... While it is not wrong to have another masjeed, but separation because of race is not something I agree.

I blame the Malays for this. You know why? Because Malays are so consumed with themselves that they want other people to adapt and understand them better instead of them doing their part in bringing people closer together. There, I've said it.

It's sad you know. Who are Malays anyway? We are a mixture of different cultures and races too. So, why are we so big headed and think we are better than anyone else? Haih... these statements are purely emotional. Forgive me for digressing.

Coming back to the race based masjeed. I understand sermons need to be understood. And to be clearer, it's just natural for sermons to be delivered in the native tounge of the people. I understand that. But, couldn't there be a middle ground for everyone to sit down together and understand together? What is wrong with having bi-lingual sermons? Or multi-lingual even? Have two or three people sitting together at the front delivering the sermon together, and whichever part that someone cannot understand, it could be translated or explained there and then. Isn't that a chance to learn new language even?

Imams and Bilals could be from other races as well. They do not need to be exclusively Malays. So, what's wrong with having these educated people sitting together delivering the word of God together? If we are serious about learning the religion, we should also be serious in learning together, getting pass the skin colour and heritage. Islam is universal. So, what part of the word "universal" that we don't get?

We already have a lot of inter-racial marriage. Let's not divide the people in the masjeeds where we are communicating directly with the creator. Let's have P.D.A. amongst the brothers and amongst the sisters regardless which race they come from.

Teater Musikal: Topeng Topeng

Semalam Capal Perak bawak Jade pegi tengok teater. Masa dia ajak, Jade agak konfius sebab dia bukanlah peminat seni-seni macam nih. Tak caya, tanya dia, sebab nanti dia kata dia adalah seorang yang shallow. Ha ha ha... So, Jade pun rasa terharu sebab dia terfikir nak bawak Jade pegi. So, happy la kan.

Anyway, Topeng Topeng is a production by Stefani - Sanggar Teater Fauziah Nawi. Ia sedang dipentaskan di Stor Teater DBP. Tiket berharga RM10, RM20 dan RM30. Setiap hari pada 8:30 malam sehinggalah 30 April ini. Jadi, pergilah tengok dan support industri seni kita, okay! (Ini adalah free publicity from LooneyPuff)

For more information, please visit Topeng Topeng @ akulahrawana.blogspot.com.

Note to Capal Perak: Thank you. I had a lovely night. :-p

I wonder, what's going on...?

This morning on the train, I stood in front of a young couple. Well, they would be around my age, or younger. Since I'm quite old already eh? Anyway, the man was nicely build, strong arms, tall, the working out type. The lady was petite, tastefully dressed, not bad looking at all. Both were working professional I suppose. The man looked tough and unfriendly, while the lady seemed timid, sitting very close to the man, plastered to his side. She whispers slowly, lovingly(?) to the man while he asked her to repeat a couple of times and nodded away. She said "I love you" just before he got up, he just said, "Ok" and walked out the train.

One thing that bothered me though, still bothers me. The lady has bruises on her upper arm. Finger and thumb marks.

The bruises could easily be there after you know, a rough you-know-what, in the heat of passion. He he he... But, can't seem to shake away the uneasiness. An elder lady sitting beside her kept on looking at her arm, and the girl standing beside be also could not help but looked on and looked away several times.

I guess it bothered us, it will always bother us seeing bruises on another woman, but we could never get the nerve to ask or say something.

I don't know people. I feel a bit grim about the while situation, but what can we do eh? IF she was in an abusive relationship, she needs to get help, she needs to find the courage to get out of it. No woman, no one for that matter, deserve to be treated badly.

If it was just mark from urmmm... a loving coupling on the rough side (he he he), well, I don't know what to say. Don't mark me where people might see? :-p

I hope my speculations are wrong. I really hope so.

SOCIAL SERVICE: STOP ABUSE ON WOMEN. STOP ABUSE ON CHILDREN. STOP ABUSE ON ANIMALS. STOP ABUSE ON MEN(?).

Is he your boyfriend?

Me: You don't have a boyfriend, you have an affair.
Anon: Really? What's the difference? Blog about it.

Don't get Anon wrong. She's just in a complicated relationship that span 10 years of on contact and off contact. The so called boyfriend was her boyfriend until something "tragically confusing" happened. Anyway, here they are after 10 over years.

So, when is it an affair and when is it a relationship you ask? I'm going to make it short and simple. Because it doesn't deserve a long explanation. You're just stubborn, Anon. :-p

He is an affair when you have specific timing to call or meet. He is an affair when he cannot get away when you need him the most. He is an affair when the reason he could not be there is because his commitment to his other half. He is an affair, when clearly nothing short of tears could result from your contact with him. He is an affair because officially he belongs to someone else!

He is a boyfriend (okay, pardon me if I go overboard with this... hehehe) when his is the last voice that you hear before you go to bed and most probably the first that you hear when you wake up. He is there whenever you need him and however you need him. He is your shoulder to cry on and the reason your day gets better. He is the voice of reason that makes you face reality and the dream you float with on your cloud nine (hah! Amik ko! hahaha). He is a boyfriend because officially he belongs to you!

How do you end the affair then? No calls. No contacts. No SMS. No IMs. No MMS. Delete without reading anything from him and nothing from you to him. Nil. Zit. Fin! Tears are allowed once a while within the first month. Go out with other people. And DO NOT COMPARE! Take time to smell the rose (and other manly cologne besides his!). Bottom line, you have to take the first step to severe the tie. Do not prolong the pain and misery. If a guy is the reason you cry your unhappiness, he is a guy that is not worth your time to waste on. Trust me on this.

A Poem About Our Girlfriends

I receive a beautiful post... and would like to share it with my sistas out there.

A POEM ABOUT OUR GIRLFRIENDS
Someone will always be prettier.
Someone will always be smarter.
Some of their houses will be bigger.
Some will drive a better car.
Their children will do better in school.
And their husband will fix more things around the house.
So let it go, and love you and your circumstances.
Think about it!
The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart.
And the most highly favored
woman on your job may be unable to have children.
And the richest woman you know,
she's got the car, the house, the clothes~~~~
might be lonely.
And the word says, "If I have not Love, I am nothing."
So, again, love you.
Love who you are.
Look in the mirror in the morning and smile and say,
"I am too Blessed to be Stressed and too Anointed, to be Disappointed!"
"Winners make things happen ~~ Losers let things happen."

Be "Blessed" Ladies~~~~~
and pass this on to encourage another woman.

"To the world you might be one person,
but to the one person you just sent this to,
it could mean so much."
SEND THIS TO YOUR FAVORITE WOMEN ~~
I JUST DID !

"Never regret anything that made you smile"

Similar but not quite the same

I traveled by LRT from the Gombak station today...

8 years ago, it was easy to get parking spot at the station.
Today, you are graced with luck if you get one after 8am.

8 years ago, there were no queues going into the train.
Today, the line stretched almost end-to-end of the platform.

8 years ago, there was one vacant green patch near Damai Station.
Today, it's still there. Vacant.

8 years ago, after rushing to the exit gate, people take time to walk to their destination.
Today, they rush all the way.

8 years ago, the transit bus schedule is unpredictable.
Today, it still is.

8 years ago a 4 year old is happily running around at 4 pm.
Today, they are in school. Learning something valuable, according to the parents.

8 years ago a kid can go to the sundry shop to get his favourite junk food.
Today, he might get kidnapped.

8 years ago teachers teach because they want to educate.
Today, they are just another wage earner.

8 years ago counter workers at government departments are slow.
Today, they still are.

8 years ago CUEPACS asked for this incentive and that reward.
Today, they still scream the same.

Certain things have changed. Some still remain the same. We use to take our time when we walk, and then some people call us lazy Malaysians. Now our pace is too fast, we forget to smell the flowers and enjoy the surrounding. We used to be more laid back, now we are impatient and always angry.

I am not oppose to change. Neither do I disagree with development. But I believe we should take time to slow down, or even, freeze in time. ;-) Take time to walk across the park, instead of the tunnel that connects Suria to the Convention Centre. Take longer drive back home instead of getting stuck in the traffic.

To Cuepacs, I have a suggestion. Stop asking for more, because the more you ask for reward, the higher prices increase. Or haven't you realised that? Our living cost is a reflection of your requests. In the end, it will never be enough, price keep on increasing and your standard of living still remain the same. Isn't there something wrong with the way you're doing things? Why can't you people instead try to improve your work quality. There are 10 counters available, can't you make sure all counters have its operator? And not only open 4 out of 10?

Anyway, I babbled too much already. So, I'm typing off here.

Sinful

My impulsive purchase yesterday..

I give it to myself with love... hehe...


UPDATE: I think I've been duped. This perfume is 2 years old! They have even launched the new one; Wrapped With Love. Duh. Summore, the sales guy said it has vanilla scent. Clearly he doesn't know the product. :-p It's mangosteen! For all I know, this might be clearance stock by Elizabeth Arden. No wonder they are selling it cheap for 100ml... He he he... Regardless, I like the scent. Kinda woody musky in the end. All mysterious and all woman!

Something New... Not!

Trial posting from ScribeFire...

My second day

On my second day on the LRT, I noticed that the graffitis on the wall beside the big drain has been painted on with white paint. You know, having graffitis on some neglected places are not a bad idea after all. Because then the City Hall people will finally do their job! So I say, get more graffitis on those neglected area. The queer the better. Obscenities will definitely score the promptness action, believe me. But hey, don't take my word for it. For all I know, the MPs and representatives will be more into debating where they should organise their meetings, eh?

Anyway, today as early as 8:30am, I heard the first police siren. Just a moment ago the second one. I wonder what is going on? Are they chasing criminals or protestors? Or just another so called "very important person" is in a big car using the particular road. Somehow I prefer the former than the latter because it shows that our police force are doing a tangible work. Rather than just making way for someone so that he or she can be "important" and make other people feel less important. Blurgh.

Good samaritans. Where do we need them exactly? Don't we prefer to have them yelling at or chasing away the handbag snatcher or mat rempits? Yesterday a couple of "good samaritans" yelled across the KLCC LRT station from the opposite train to yours truly for bringing in Burger King's Blackcurrent drink into the train. I walked out from the train and threw the drink, an action that I regretted the moment it plopped into the bin though, and walked back into the train. I could've just stopped sipping the drink and smiled sweetly at them or just raised the cup to them eh? Hmm.. maybe I should bring another drink today and see if anyone else yell across the platform. Hmmm...

Truth is, I forgot that we are unallowed to drink or eat in the train. So, in a way, I'm saying thanks to the yeller for reminding me.

New Beginning

Today is my first day at Games Retisuce. My workstation is by the window. Not exactly a nice view, but at least I am not stucked in the middle of the room. My place is kinda separated from the others, giving a "superior" feeling to it. Ha ha ha.. Perasan la tuh...

Anyway, I can see the twin tower from where I'm sitting and the Maxis tower clock is at 5:22 now. After soooooooo long driving to work, today I took the LRT. I have forgotten how the morning crowd could be, and now I remember how the going home crowd will err... smell. He he he...

At this moment, it's raining heavily. By 4pm today, I've heard a total of five times of either the police siren or the ambulance. I know I sound kinda "jakun" but hey, I haven't work in the town for almost six years already! The last time I came to work in KL, Aquaria was not even in planned. I think. He he he...

So, no task for me today. It's been a boring day of reading documentation, which I hardly concentrate on. I spent the time downloading "neccessary" tools of communications and of course the ever essential Acrobat Reader. Checking emails and MyLatioClub forum that have been neglected for ages! And finally just before writing this post, I updated the look and feel of my new desktop... change the colour and wallpaper. Now, my wallpaper is the "Stairway to Heaven" which can be downloaded here. Nice cooling view.

So, if any of my fellow lepaking buddies are around the area, gimme a holler and we can catch up. By the way, my new white shirt, caught sprinkles of curry on its virgin run today during lunch. Never, ever eat curry mee when you're wearing light coloured clothing. A rule that I forgotten today, in my haste not to eat rice. Duh.

Hmmm... Heavy rain is equivalent to traffic jams and probably LRT getting puncture (hope not!). I might just loiter around Suria... Any takers? ANYONE?

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Let's Go!

There will be an interesting event happening in KL this Sunday. I'm going, insyaAllah. Hope to see you guys there too!

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They did it in London http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PupR5V9aE2s&NR=1



Also in New York City http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwMj3PJDxuo&feature=related



And we’re doing it in the heart of Kuala Lumpur!
2.30pm Sunday 13th April. (Freeze at 3pm)

Those participating will go to a certain location (Freeze Point) and 'freeze' for a few minutes. Just like in the youtube videos. That is all you do.

If you don't understand that, then I hope you are not a registered voter.

We will meet at Gathering Point 2.30pm (a location near our Freeze Point) for time syncronization and a quick briefing. Because this rooted from an international movement, you have to be punctual. Seriously.

Location for Gathering Point will be revealed at 11pm on 11th April. It will be revealed on this event page, http://RandomAlphabets.com/ and private message only to those Attending and Maybe Attending.

It HAS to remain a secret till then. HAS to. Or all will fail and the Ring won't make it to Mordor.

Don't worry. It will be a place conveniently accessible by public transport. Bus, train, taxi and penyapu terbang.

Where human beings get together to do something in unison, without speeches or reference to their age, colour, sex, beliefs and background.