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Just an ordinary daughter, wife and a mother finding things to be scrutinized and sharing her part of the story... and of course the good comes from Allah, and all yang kurang itu, adalah from myself. :D

Friday, June 29, 2007


If there's one person I need to point out as the person whom I admire most in the engineering realm would be Steve Jobs, the founder of Apple Company. But this was not until one fine day in mid 2005.

I first read 'something' about Job (which catapulted him in my best achiever list) was during our usual family dinner at Jalan 3/3a. Ayah asked me if I have read Job's speech which he addressed at a graduation ceremony in Stanford University. I said "no" and that was when Ayah gave me a copy of Job's speech. Although I'm not sure whether the speech was given on the fly or if he wrote the text himself or his highly paid secretary wrote it, but I know one thing for sure. It was one great, impressive piece of speech that summarises his life of falls and achievements in such an excellent way that anyone who read it felt good, really good.

Two days ago, I was again encountered with one good article which somewhat related to Job. It's title - "Lesson to be learned from Apple". And just like Job, one of the lesson that he highlighted is the importance for one to "fail wisely".

Many of us tend to be taken aback when something didn't go as planned. I know I have. All in which left me with dark eye circles because of my silly long hours of crying. Although Daddy pointed out that "it's not the end of the world", for some reason I just kept continue crying. Huhuhu... As I grew older, I began to see failure differently. I was lucky that Islam has provided us with the Sixth Pillar of Iman - Belief in the Divine Will (be it good or bad). I began to understand and learned to accept things even when it didn't happen the way I wanted. And so after having read Job's speech, I've put it together and realised that indeed what ever happened to us, happened accordingly to teach us something new along the way.

The thing about 'being successful' that I learned through out my almost 25 years of living journey experiences and of course through reading is, "success is not measure on the outside, but comes from within". You don't need to see someone who is able to pursue his/her study to a higher degree of education as being more successful than you are. At the same time, you don't need to have higher paid job to prove to others that you are successful when deep inside you loath your current job. All you need is for you to achieve what you think would be best for you. That would be your greatest success.

There's more to be learned from failure than success...

Tuesday, June 26, 2007


To cook you need ingredients. Now, imagine that you are an invited chef at a 5 stars hotel. The manager lead you into their 5 stars kitchen. As you entered the kitchen you saw 5 stars freshly chopped ingredients lining up the tables. While looking at the ingredients, your mind started to brain-storm on what 5 stars menu to be served. In just 40 minutes, using most of the ingredients, you manage to come out with your four most outstanding cuisines.

Now, what will happen to you (assuming that you are still the chef) if there's no ingredients for cooking? Correct!!! You cannot cook no matter how passionate you are about cooking.

These few days has been completely routine for me. Which apparently, what I dislike most. ONE, because I hate monotonous and TWO, it took away my prime source for my blog laa. Sigh... the same thing happened with my chat-to-release-tension thingy which again I'd to skip PLENTY of it this week. Sigh... and that was supposed to be my secondary inspiration for my writing. Hmm...

They say the easiest thing to write is to write something that you know (best). And guess what, currently I felt like a chef without ingredients. I wanted to write (or was it mere rambling :P) but currently there's zero.. zilch.. zip.. nada idea in my mind. And because of that, my apologies for not being able to update frequently this month. Would it continue next month?! Hmm... That you have to wait till next month :P.

Like they say, everyone needs some time off. Maybe this month IS my time out... :) ;) huhu....

Monday, June 18, 2007

The call...

Yesterday night call was not at all the same. There were no usual laughter. Instead, the melody of tears that could waver any hearts who hears them was on the other side of the line. Every word was uttered in a careful manner. The reason to it, Imi is going to further his studies in the US. It was surely hard for Mak as yesterday was the last night before the final farewell was made to his youngest son. Although it was, if God permit, not forever but surely the time span before Imi's return is long enough to keep Mak away from seeing Imi for quite some time. This morning at about 11:30am Brisbane time, Imi took off heading to a foreign land in the quest of knowledge. And just like Yaby had put it this morning, "dah pergi dah imi...". He sounded worry and sad all together. He was after all the eldest son in the family.

Departing has always been the most difficult time. As hard as we try to stop it, the moment will surely come in everyone's life. But having said that, we are not left with nothing especially when the separation happened because of a good cause. May this hadith ease the heart whom shall be or is now separated from your love one(s)...
Anas (RA) said: the Messenger of Allah (Peace be Upon Him) said:
“He who leaves his home in order to seek knowledge, he is in Allah’s path until he returns [to his home].”

(At-Tirmidhi, Sunan, An-Nawawi, Riyad As-Salahin)

p/s: to uje.. br hezmee.. br fauzan.. my dearest sisters and brother-in-laws... and all laa... :)

Friday, June 15, 2007

Getting there...

When I changed to blogger blog domain, I vowed (with finger-crossed behind my back :P) that I would come out with a new entry every 3-4 days. However, by looking at my entry record, I didn't do a good job in keeping my vow. I had 18 posts in January but drop down to 5 in May. Sigh... As Eddy Purnama put it today, "wei, dah nak dekat seminggu dah asik 'beautiful rain' jer". As expected from Eddy, he expressed the single line in such a way that he ensured you felt guilty to your bones. One eyebrow raised while the other was narrowed and lips were neatly curled by the end of his sentence. Sigh... Hehe... Acah jer. Eddy would not do that. ;) And so, after 9 days of loitering in the inactive-blogging mode, hopefully this entry will do... :)

A few days back, thanks to Eddy, I had the chance to take a Heroes personality test. It's a test to see if one has the qualities to become a Hero. There is one out of the 26 questions on our perspective of a human being. There are three options which sounded something like: a) human beings for most part are inherently good, b) human beings for most part are inherently bad and c) human beings inherently nothing but depends on environment and experiences. I've answered 'a' (because like many, I believe that all human being were born like a white sheet. Clean and not infested) although part of me wanted to answer 'c' (because I've seen many on how environment/experiences causing human to sway their way from one to another).

I grew up in a small town located in Pahang. The last time I spoke of it, daddy told me that it's now a dead town. More and more people are leaving the town. That place was called Ibam. I spent my early 6 years there before my family and I moved out to Muadzam for one and a half year. Later in mid 1989, we moved to Klang. A place which is totally opposite to the former. The air is no longer fresh and there are many cars on the road - too many. I recalled daddy telling ummi that he thinks he made the right choice to move out from Ibam sooner than later. In daddy's mind, he strongly believed that environment, by part and parcel, has the influence on his children's future. Daddy highlighted on how slowly things are going on in Ibam. There was no 'rush', little competition and challenges which to him did not portray the real world to his children. I guess daddy must have fear that his children might be too complacent if we continued living in Ibam.

It's the truth. Environment could influence us in many ways. The way one talk or the way one expresses opinion or the way one work or his/her overall personality. Whether towards the positive or otherwise, it depends on how much of the 'environment element' you have let to slip into you. By that, I mean it's a matter of choice.

p/s: To imi, good luck in your studies in the US. Take care! :)


After putting this post yesterday, I thought I should put up some information about Ibam or should I say a dedication to my beloved Bukit Ibam. And so, I present this exclusive hand scribbled photos... (lukisan budak kecil lagi lawa... hai...)

This is the road before entering Bukit Ibam. I think it's the one and only way in/out to the 'outside world'. The red car is daddy's car. I never ask daddy, but I think the gate is to prevent wild animal from entering the 'human' habitats.

There are more houses along the road which I excluded in the above photos. My house was the furthest which was a few meters away from the jungle. The cherry tree was my neighbour's. My siblings and I used to climb this tree and eat its cherries. Each morning while walking to my kindergarten, I would surely grab one of the wild flowers. Saje je... The badminton court was where I used to play with my friends. Police-and-thief, galah panjang, baling selipar... you name it... :)

This was my house backyard. Daddy had grown many vegetables. There were also loads of pokok pisang. Before our kolam mandi was built, it was actually a place where daddy had planted his favourite flower - orchid. As for the durian tree, we never had the chance to taste its fruits. But daddy's friend who are still there told daddy that it's the best durian ever!

And finally, this was the road that lead to the deserted mine. If I'm not mistaken it was a jade mine or was it marble? Hmm.. too young to remember. :)

That's it. My special entry for my one and only Bukit Ibam.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Beautiful rain...

Outside, it has been raining for more than 24 hours straight. The news states that this is the best rain Queensland has ever had over the last three years. I gave a quick peek outside my window and could see the repetitive tiny dots on the surface of the many water puddles. As I'm typing this, the sound of the heavenly drops seems to be amplified. It resonates beautifully with the song which my mp3 currently playing in repeat mode - "all by myself" by Il Divo.

Brisbane was on Level 3 water restriction when Yaby and I first arrived in Brisbane. And just three weeks ago, there's news that the Beattie's government is going to enforce a new level water restriction which was Level 6 (since we are currently on Level 5 i.e. the maximum level) if Queensland continue to be left without rain. I am sure that there's not a single soul here in Queensland who would not realise the result of the drought. Green fields turned yellow, many trees dead, farmers losing plants and animals... and how the "water" issues has a direct impact on the Queensland economy and of course, the upcoming election.

When I reached the lab today, I gave out a call to B, "can you believe it that it's pouring outside...". B looked at me and said, "isn't it beautiful!!!". There was huge relief written all over her face. Earlier on, when I was in the lift, there were two guys talking with full enthusiasm about last night rain "...we got 400mm last night...". I couldn't help smiling after hearing that. I know I never hear such remarks back in Malaysia. I guess it's normal when it comes down to "human" and "gratitude". One will only comes to appreciate when that 'something' is gone.

Anyway, there's one park where Yaby and I had spent our lunch together couples of times. It used to have green grass and as usual the 'white' people seems to love to occupy the grass more rather than the seats along the park. As the drought taking its toll, there were less and less green spot. Soon, it was all brown. But today, as 470 bus swerved into Elizabeth St, I'm quite sure I saw a green spot emerged at the corner of the park. I turned my head145 degree just to make sure and for the second time, I know there'S definitely new beginning. Yup, only time will tell... indeed... :)

"Verily the likeness of (this) worldly life is as the water (rain) which We send down from the sky, so by it arises the intermingled produce of the earth of which men and cattle eat until when the earth is clad with its adornments and is beautified, and its people think that they have all the powers of disposal over it, Our Command reaches it by night or by day and We make it like a clean-mown harvest, as if it had not flourished yesterday! Thus do We explain the Ayât (proofs, evidences, verses, lessons, signs, revelations, laws, etc.) in detail for the people who reflect."


"Tell Me! The water that you drink. Is it you who cause it from the rainclouds to come down, or are We the Causer of it to come down? If We willed, We verily could make it salt (and undrinkable), why then do you not give thanks (to Allâh)?"


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