2009 – the year of love

This is the year of love.

To me and my wife the highlight of the year is of course having our son.

To my brother it's his wedding.

But come December, 2009 is definite the year of hope and love.

I have three beautiful girl friends who in their life were striving to find love.

Thank God, by the end of the year, one got married, the other engaged, and last one find herself a man who really loves her.

 

So to all my other single lady friends out there, be strong. One day love will find you. All you need to do is believe.

 

2010 is definitely a year of weddings. Now I have at least two weddings to attend.

Racism

When you get people from other races discriminating against you, you come to a crossroads – you can either make your future as chicken shit or chicken salad. I can feel this is a bad thing, I will never behave this way. But most people choose vengeance. I choose to make chicken salad – Yasmin Ahmad.

I first experience a racism remark when I was in Standard One. In my primary school where the Chinese dominates, a Chinese male teacher said "Melayu bodoh, Hindu pun sama" in a conversation in front of the class. "Orang Cina pandai matematik"

(In many (I'm not generalizing) northern states, the Indians are called Hindu in northern Malay dialects, not India. It's politically and religiously wrong but that's the fact)

Given the chance now, I would definitely tell him off immediately, but at seven years old, you would only listen but somehow the words stucked in my head. I remembered going home and telling it to my mom.

Any mother now would call the headmaster, hold a press conference and turn it into political/racial fiasco, but my mom in 1982 told me differently.

"You need to study hard and prove him wrong." Was the only thing she said.

I remembered studying hard, not only because I need to prove him wrong but I needed a Nintendo's Game and Watch that was so the in-thing toy kids those days played, and only getting the 1^st place would guarantee my mom buying it.

After the second term exam, I had the 1^st place sharing it with Mohd Akram, another Malay kid. Jivahenthiran was 3^rd in the class.

God created us equally; it is not because of race that guarantees your intelligence.

It is bad to make a racist slur or to brag on racial supremacy. Best of all, it pays to choose chicken salad.

PIGSHIT

To reveal Yasmin Ahmad as Zulkifli a day after her death. She's dead. Her family is still mourning her loss. You are writing against a dead human, who do not have a choice to retaliate, or choose to ignore the nonsense.

Why can't you do that when Yasmin was alive and kicking? Its your word against a dead woman. Smart? I call it lower than a puss in a swine poo.

Shame on you Kosmo.

How could you sleep at night?

Yasmin Ahmad - Love and Humility

No parents should bury their young. A pair of aging parents told me that, during the funeral of their only son.

My heart goes out to Mak Inom and Pak Atan on the demise of their child Yasmin Ahmad.
Yes we all love Yasmin, but Allah loves her more.

I have never met Yasmin, but like many who religiously visited her blog, I did manage to communicate with her regularly in her blog. Yasmin being herself made everyone felt welcome with her love and humble nature.

She would mentioned every accolades and awards that her films obtained, but always in a down to earth manner, and always thanking God, with a caption everyone of all religion would expect her to end… Alhamdulillah.

That’s Yasmin that I knew and grew to respect. Not only for her brave and brilliant works in both advertising and film. Yasmin tought me the true meaning of love and humility.
To face negativity and cruel predicaments are best arm with that two elements. Yasmin did that flawlessly.

Thank you Yasmin for everything that you shared with us, and for your kind words when I mourned my father’s death.

Now I mourn your loss and there’s no Yasmin Ahmad that I could look up to.

Al-Fatihah

My Heroes

I had to thank some heroes of mine. They are pure angels sent by God to help me.

On 20th April 2008 my father passed away at 1.30am. I had a sleepless night, first finishing some reports that my auditor PwC desperately needs to close the account, then sending them to office, finally I was on my way back to Taiping.

At 5.10am I stopped at Shell Petrol station just off the Jalan Duta PLUS toll both. After refuelling the gas, I thought of adding the air for my tires.
I spotted the rear tire was flat, with a huge screw stabbing in it. I was weak, sad and tired.
I started to loose it, and wanted to cry. But my wife and my baby was there and I knew I had to be strong.

I ask for some help from the attendance. He was young, he was unsure of where to locate the jack, but he was helpful.

Then I saw a huge lorry/truck stopping. I approach the drivers, and ask for help. They came, and help. They ask me where I am going.
"Balik mana dik?"
"Taiping, balik kampung"
"Hari Ahad balik kampung, esok tak kerja ke?"
"Bapak saya baru meninggal malam tadi.."

Then the magic started. They quickly finished the job of replacing my tire, straighten everything and said
"bawak kereta baik-baik.. Pergi balik cepat"
I forget to ask their names, forget to give them any reward. But I managed to shake hands with all my heroes.

Thank you, thank you so much.

May Allah bless your life, your kids and your future.
May all of you have heroes like I had.

Abah

I lost my dad last Sunday. It was the longest day of my life, and the saddest. I just could not imagine life without him, although all this years sometimes I took him for granted.
My parents are the reason why I could stand tall now. There were days when Abah and I, we had our differences. Sometimes, uncontiously I vowed myself never to turn like him, but after he's gone, I'll realise that the even the flaws in him push me to be a better man.

He showed me that life with dignity, cautious and intergrity is divine. He made his simple life as an example. A retired school teacher with a housewife that managed to raised a director, an army major, a field manager, a finance manager and an admin oficer.
Beyond that, he made his kids treasure education, and to withhold intergrity and to fear God. He instilled high morals standard of life. I hope I could touch my childrens' life like what he made with us.

Life will never be the same anymore. Thank you Abah for all the wonderful memories and lessons you have given me. Thanks for all the hard lessons of life that made me a better human.

May Allah bless his soul and may Allah place him among the chosen ones.

Al-Fatihah..

An Insecure Bitch

I know this woman who loves to ridicule people. Whenever anyone who she thinks is below her, does something that could be beneath her stuff, she would come and ridicule it, back and forth. Anything would come out as a wonder, like “how could you afford that?”

I pity such fool who had to ridicule people in the face to make her felt good.
I pity that her own wealth and social status did not guarantee happiness and confidence in her life.
I pity that she has to surround herself with people she deemed inferior, so that she could taste the superiority in every link of relationship.

Fool.
Don’t flatter yourself with your status or wealth, if at the end of the day all you had to do is ridicule others who have no intention of competing with you. You are just competing with yourself, day and night.

You just competing with your insecurity and that make you a sick and shallow human being.

Fool.

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