Good people, bad people, stupid people

There was a break in at my house recently.. The moment I stepped into the house I thought I've lost everything.. alhamdulillah, only hubby Tag's collection were missing..(my 12 year old Tag still intact..phewww..)

I have always ask myself how can this people have the heart or the guts to commit crime.I was hostaged with a doctor & another clinic assistance when working at a relative's dental clinic while waiting for my SPM result. I remember I almost pee in my pants when the robbers put me at a gun point.

When I was in Ampang, our new MPV and waja was smashed badly by 7 man on motorbike (mat rempit?). There were also series of snatch theft but there was no more reported crime on our lane after the datuk; top man frm the country police force move opposite my house!

This is bad people..in which I have never believe their existense until I experience it myself. What could be possibly force them to do it? (I used to think of Zorro,who robbed the wealthy to help the needy..)

Then the Palestine's story.. israel (the bad people) who robbed the palestinian land illegaly by brutally acttacked even muslims civillian..Jahat betul!!

There is another bad cum stupid people; those women who publicily claimed that she is close to a man (who happens to be another woman's man~but does not bother to know the other wife). I simply cannot 'tahan' and can't tolerate to this kind of arrangement. Dunno why lar, but one example; involving a local artist ,norman & memey (never heard of her until their scandal surfaced) menyampah betul, especially during a talk show in which she with her so thick face keep saying that 'the closest and caring man..bla bla'.

I have no sympahthy for the man's wife but itu perempuan2 punye statement sungguh menganggu emosi lar..

You talk big, I talk talk

I have this ‘pantang’ against those who like to “talk big”.. my mother always disapprove this one attitude in me..
(She is more like “ let other people have glory at times..~ to me she let it happen ALL the times)
So I tried my best not to show my disagreement by not saying the thing I REALLY wanted to say.. (This is especially to elderly)

Woman 1: Your house is ok, but I’ll never get myself committed to a long term loan and I’d prefer to purchase a house in cash
Nana : Of course you do, you kan banyak duit
(Inner voice: Is that why you are still renting one?)

Woman 1: Hello auntie, we stay in Damansara, Ampang is lame..
Nana : Auntie cant afford one dear, rumah situ mahal
(Inner voice: First: it’s kota damansara aka sg buloh not Damansara heights, Second: my house is more expensive than yours, Third :you don’t even own the house)

Woman 1: *checking out the wnq5200* We never set our eye on german made cars, we prefer Italian
Nana : *just smile*
(Inner voice: just because you own neither one, must you say it out?)

Woman 1:*showing off the expensive piece of metal on her wrist*
Nana : yer, cantik sangat, mesti mahal ni
(Inner voice : haven’t you check out mine?)

Man 1: Kita org baru balik Brisbane, is a nice city tapi Switzerland tu even better, I was told that the country full of green, that what I was told
Nana : ye ke? Bestnye!!
(Inner voice : aku da pergi dua-dua la ngok!, err..excuse my language)

Man 1: She is an IT consultant in which she will assess, evaluate & manages problem reported by end users,
Nana : *Turn to the wife* ‘you keje helpdesk ye?
Wifey : err.. aaa..
(Inner voice :Nak tipu org keje IT)

Man 1: Oh, can you re-schedule the event, our boy has to attend piano class, taekwando, etc which located at Damansara every Sunday..bla bla
Nana : (duh?)
(Inner voice :It’s not my gathering, why did you ever bother telling me to re-schedule when the host is your uncle?)

Lady 1 : Anak you sekolah kat Keramat? I send my boy to Tropicana to ensure that he is not surrounded by naughty pupils
Nana : *Senyum siput*
(Inner voice : My friends who send their kids to private school pun tak berlagak macam dia ni, by the way I attended Keramat school, I hold a degree, you?)

And I know even if I didn’t say it out loud, I still regret that those statement ever cross my mind. I notice that these are the little stuff that bothers me and I can see mak is also disturb by the situation. ..(Astagfirullahalazim, forgive me God swt, I have the 'riyak' value unnecessarily)Isk..jahat betul aku ni…Tak baik tau, …
Why lar I ever related to this kind of people.. (why lar u wanna show off when you know I have no interest) Is it because we have the kiasuland bood flowing in us?

In relates to this, wonder no more about the little emperor who talk big when the country only paying 3 cents for 1000 gallon of fresh water from JB, (and Malacca had to pay 30 cents for the same quantity!!)

p/s : wonderpet, wonderpet kami datang...!(Nonoi: swimming trunk? good one! he he..)

Go Green....

I found myself standing speechless when the green on my back patio was chopped off.. gondol!
Today at the office toilet, I wipe my tears off and told myself "It's a small stuff!"
Above pics: other people's green and..can you spot the 'gondol' house?

p/s: tapi apasal sedih lagi lagi eek?

Don’t sweat the small stuff

The above title written by Richard Carlson somehow has influence my day to day. It’s a book that thought you how to keep from letting the little things in life that drive you crazy. This is especially for those who is in the midst of incredibly hurried, stress-filled life (am I included?).

We were guided how to enjoy the present moment, let others have glory at times and lower our tolerance to stress. We were told to write down our most stubborn positions and learn to “soften” them, to trust our intuitions and live each day as if it might be our last (like how the Muslims were taught).

My problem is, how do I categorize the “small stuff” ? Some guide for readers (esp female) out there on my definition of “small stuff”:-

a. When the Waja has a dented on it’s side?
It’s a small stuff
When the bimmer has a hairline scratch?
It’s NOT a small stuff

b. When the kids accidentally drop your Rolex ?
It’s a small stuff
When the kids accidentally drop his Panerai on the wooden panel?
It’s NOT a small stuff

c. When you found a woman sending sms to your other half?
It’s a small stuff
When the same woman send horny sms for the past 6 months?
It’s NOT a small stuff

d. When the boss is getting credit from the top management for your effort?
It’s a small stuff
When the same boss keeps getting credit for your sweat for the past 10 years?
It’s NOT a small stuff

e. When the boss is an hour late for a meeting without any valid reason?
It’s a small stuff
When you are 10 minutes late for a meeting due to car breakdown?
It’s NOT a small stuff

f. When a woman claimed that your other half is playing naughty sms with her?
It’s a small stuff
When the same woman responded to your naughty hubby sms and admitted their relationship??
It’s definitely NOT a small stuff, roll your sleeves ladies; we are going to get sweat!!!

A story of a loyal employee

2nd June 2009..Mark the 12th year annivesary of my service with the bank. I remember 12 years ago, on my first day of work ..I walk into the department in my innocent look, clad in baju kurung with the wind brushing through my long hair, (phuh! sure an eye-catcher punyer lar, he he..!!!)

It was the moment that I feel like an adult aka someone important because my service will be used by one of the top financial instituition in the country. My first impression when I set my foot in the IT department was "Mak aii!! tak ada sorang pun yg hensem ker? everyone looks like a computer geek" ..and that was the moment a lady stood up and said "wei guys, continue your work, she is enggaged lar.. no longer available"..what a turn off (she told me she recognized that I'm hooked by looking at the ring)

Time passess by..from being the youngest in the dept, I have now become one of the senior (Kak Nana!)..One may ask "Your 12th year? why lar? You need to make a move..there's a lot of PM opening out there with good perks"..

Why 12 years?
a) The bonu$$$ and increment used to be sooooo good (top performer tuh!! ye ke?)
b) ESOS was good, (I bought a house with using the money)
c) I got stuck in the comfort zone
d) everyone knows my name
e) I got pregnant everytime BIG opportunity knocks on my door

On the other hand, imagine this:-
* After many donkey years, the furthest trip ever is to Port Dickson & hechtic support in Kuching during puasa month (even some junior dah pegi states!)
* I still have to face the people that I cannot 'tahan'
* Change is the only constant here

Like my other half was saying "Happy working..someone is going to grow old with the unta"

Ouch...!

I left the b-pump at home and my blouse is already wet (thanks to the jacket!)

p/s: breastfeeding is AWESOME!!!

Story for mothers day

My mother, I live in her dream. Being the only daughter of four who has never attended formal education makes her personality totally different from her siblings. Yes, she didn’t attend school like the rest of her sisters but with her own will, she can read & write. Most of all, she has successfully raised her 4 children!

Not a single trait from my mother genetically in me.. (This includes both physiological and physical he he..)
I remember how my mother would look up to the “rich” relative and will isolate herself from them in any gathering. Her common statement would be something like “Oh tak boleh, dia org itu orang kaya, Nana tak boleh jadi macam tu..” so I grew up with a resolution that I would prove her wrong.

I live and become who I am today because of her prayers. I’d remember she dreamt of her children wearing office attire (“kerja opis” )and driving cars as she didn’t put such a high expectation on her children..(oh mak!). When I grew up, her definition of “rich-people-surrounding-us” almost makes me laughed out loud (LOL). I have friends whose father is one of the ministers in the country, but still being haunted by these rich relative.

I was so proud of myself (ehem! ehem!) when I scored many A’s through out the many formal exams.. but she still being humble and had never once proudly saying out loud of my “success” story . During the adolescent years, she would pray that I will never date someone rich (that explains the broken relationship before meeting my hubby.. he he..) She likes to remind me of “Enggang and pipit” story.. However I have prove her wrong, you can be treated badly even by not-so-rich people.

She would be skeptical if I teasingly said that I’d go to London for my holidays, I’d drive big cars etc. I knew she was half hearted when I turned down the offer of being an air crew (stewardess lah.. not pilot). To me air hostess is a short cut (I didn’t say the job is easy ya cousin!) to a glamorous and 4 digit pay in a comparison to 4-5 years attending classes for a ply of scroll. It doesn’t takes me to be one to have Ferragamo on my feet, to have my things packed Gucci, to count the time in Rolex and many more (alhamdulillah..). Oh yes, I may not be a “fashionista” or a high socialite with expensive dress wrapped on me… but mak, …I don’t even have to marry one rich man or even depend on one…I am proud that with God swt will I am able to contribute financially in the family.

I tried my best to hide my problems and tears from mak (and my other half). I do not wish to add her more tears.

To mak, I wish I can repay for every prayer and every hopes you have on your children (especially me!) .. hope none of your prayers are unanswered. I hope you can forgive me for every mistake and every tear drops that I cause you (mintak ampun mak). I thank you for taking care of me (and my children) every time I got sick.. and yes, I was told you were more in pain every time I was in labor!
To mak, I admit that I have never show my love, by hugging or giving you a kiss or two… but my prayers are always with you (and I am still living in your dream).

To my mother in law, mama: thank you for accepting me in your family and for every prayer and belief that you had in me in marrying your son. I may not be the best daughter in law but I will never stop of trying to be one. Thank you for standing by me during my difficult time.

Selamat Hari ibu buat mak & mama.

P/s: My hopes of being a mother is simple, I pray for my children to have an education, to instill with akidah, to equipped themselves with knowledge, in the best health and wealth and for my children to live a better life than I am. Doa ibu buat Haziq, Nazurah & Hazim.

A house yet to be a home

There have been pouring question from family & friends on the new place... A common one would be "..best tak duduk situ?.."

Well my honest reply "Best, TAPI...in comparison to the Ampang house,

..it doesnt have an auto-gate
..the 4 toilets way too small, toilet seat & the sinks look cheap :(
..it does not equipped with solar heater, centralised water heater & copper plumbing thruout the house
..the family hall at top floor can only fit the 2 1/2 seater (ampang top hall can fit 1+2+3 bulky sofa!)
..there is less than "sekangkang kera" land to plant my favourite pearl grass
..definetly no room for my koi fish pond
..the ampang master bedroom is bigger
..it doesnt have a storeroom to house the eye-sore stuff!
..it doesnt have a room on the same level with the living hall, causing inconvenience for the elderly to perform solat
..there's too many unecessary pillars
..the road & the porch land is slanting, too 'senget' & no room organize gathering, kenduri or bbq

well, there is so much thing to say for the house that cost us more than half a million! (which means another set back-longer tenure!)and there is definetly no budget to fix the above (if it can be fix lah)

but most of all..it doesnt makes me feel like a HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!

there u go! that's how I responded 'politely' on my love for the new place

p/s : dah tak larat nangis dah, totaly out of tears tapi syukurlah masih ada rumah...

What is there in a NAME?

I loved to be called Huslina, and will use it as my initial wherever I go. Many people addressed me as Nana, as what my family has been calling me since I was little (notice that common name in my family; nonoi, nana, titi, nini etc). Comes marriage many female would put their hubby’s initial as part of their identity i.e Sara Mia, Faizah Shaari (jangan marah). In the end, when our body laid to rest we will be “bin” or “Binti” to our mother i.e Huslina Binti Nasuha..

It becomes a trend nowdays that people love to name their children uniquely, in my family we would came across names like Kasih, Farell, Isaac and the new addition Sofie Isabella. A cousin even name her daughter Sofia Zara Ashzuin (beautiful but mouthful, belum include Binti lagi!).,but they call her Piah, which is not even one third of her own name!

When I gave birth to my third child, my other half adored the name Mikael Hazeem so much and was already broadcast the name to everyone upon the baby’s arrival. (Note that the name Mikael is originate from Mikhail, one of the messenger. Then Hazeem, originally comes from Hazim, which means “resolute”)

There were lot of arguments from our parents on the name especially Mikael being inappropriate as I read in one of the book. I can see hubby’s disappointment upon returning from the Registration Office and unhappily said “dah bagi nama Muhammad Hazim..”.

A name given comes with a doa, a prayer for every parents. Be it Muhammad Haziq, Nazurah and Muhammad Hazim; their presence is truly a blessed and my prayer is for them to also resemble the meaning of their names. To my Nazri, it is not too late for Mikhail (if not Natasha) , insyaAllah.

p/s: My name is the only one in the family without meaning 

Huslina

A decade of love

Relationship requires lots of effort, one may say, but to me loves comes naturally. It is not a physical attachment but a unity of two soul (phuh!! macam Dr Love!) During the teenage years, I saw many hearts were broken badly (mine included, ha ha..).. then as I grew older, I realize that there is still a lot of heartache too.. What valued most in a relationship is not measured by diamond rings or flowers… but trust..

Marriages is supposed to be a sacred thing, It’s so sad to see how a marriages collapsed and the reason given simply due “irreconcilable differences”.. or the existence of a third person.

I’m neither a romantic person nor a mushy mushy wifey.. I valued every hand holding initiated by my other half and even a line of text message expressing his feelings to me is enough to make my heart melt.. (and of course I value them because it is special and one will only do it to their none other than loved ones).

Love is warm, when it’s new
Love is sweet, when it’s true

Never look for your partner’s mistakes; if you keep on judging them, you have no time to love them. I’m neither a good lover nor a perfect partner. As I have passed a decade in my marriage, I realized that learning process is still on going and there is no such thing as one “graduated” in marriage.

I have passed through the first decade of marriage and I am looking forward to spend the rest of my life with my partner and children.

To my hubby,
A very much belated “Happy 10th Annivesary”.. (It may be 10 months overdue but it came from the bottom of my heart).Terima kasih for letting me to be a part of your life..and for the wonderful thing throughout our marriage. Please forgive me for not able to be a good wife and a good companion. May Allah swt bless us all eternally

p/s: Remember there is a saying in Malay “Cinta tak semestinya bersatu”..? so you decide who to remain and your heart as there are many people walks in and out of your life.