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MX

I finally got to watch Malcom X yesterday. My personal view on his interesting life - A charismatic and intelligent fine man and was extremely lucky in the sense that I believe that Allah had guided him all the way to peace. In his early days, he was a normal lively bloke who then stumbled into the used of drugs.. then came his new profession - burglary. Not long after that, he was convicted and sentenced ten years of hard labour in jail. In the prison, he met with a guy who's a member of the so-called Nation of Islam where then he listened to the man's preach and which MX later decided to join and became one of the famous leaders in NOI. The NOI is a religious organisation which their main aim is to influence the black community in America to basically change their way of life and become successful. Although the base of the organisation believe that Islam is the remedy to all the problems i.e. prostitution, drugs, alcohol and etc, part of its stand is somewhat false

Quick post

It's only a few nights away before I will be in charge of everything by myself again. Adus~ Cuak pun ada each time the thought of it comes by. Ummi, if you are reading this, this is no pity attempt to make you stay. Just wanting me to be all prepped up. :P I was reminded by many of how the last few months before submission will be a dead tiring and a killing moment. And so in the next 4 months please excuse me if you see me somewhat disarray or if I might not be answering any calls or not turned up on any invitations... sigh... p/s: have a deadline due 1st Jan 2010.. uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~

Happy anniversary to me n yaby! yeay~

I haven't finished typing the title for this entry when I received a call from Zu. Thanks Zu. And Happy advanced Anniversary to you!! Have a wonderful time in Melbourne dear! :D So, 5 years ago, I was all kusut masai preparing for the big day. One thing I got from my wedding experience is - I really need to have a bigger family for my kids. But that said, I didn't blame my neighbours. I blame it on myself for didn't make any attempt to knock on their door and seek help. I would always felt sedey but laugh more when I recall how both Daddy and I was working on arranging the table for my receptions. And the next second, I was on the chair making sure the khemah was all good. Then came to decorating the meja pengantin. Ahahaha.. adoi lawak2.. There were so much to do yet so little people. But yang penting, with all the kekurangan on that day, Alhamdulillah dah selamat pun everything and I am grateful and happy tak terkiranya that I am married to Yaby. Thank you Allah. So

Ketika Amelia Wong Azman watch cinta bertasbih~

Here's the thing.. I've just finished watching "Ketika Cinta Bertasbih". It's just superb!!! Far better than "Ayat-ayat Cinta" I would say. My dear Yaby watched it two days ago and insisted me watching it too. And since then, he has been pestering me, wanting me to watch it immediately! As Yaby has put it, "cerita tu best giler!", indeed it is. Just for the record Yaby did say that he just can't wait for the part two to be released. And again, I agree! My God, it has a wonderful storyline. You know how you sometimes scream in your head when you are reading a book or watch a movie of a love story genre.. yup, I have it the entire time! Even Twilight didn't manage to faze me at all!! I seriously hope our teenagers will watch this. We just need more of Anna and Azzam!!! Portraying the best of Islam. If you haven't watched it, make sure you find time to watch it. You will love it!!!! ;) I leave you guys with the soundtrack that

FarmVille?

Say one was born in a farmer family. Assuming every family member must carry on the legacy brought down in the family line. In this case, it is the farmer-ing thing. Now, some farmers have sticked with the old fashion way of farming while some have adopted new technologies onto their farms. And the most advanced farmers have installed almost everything a farmer could do and have also started teaching others on the importance of advanced technology. At the same time, these advanced farmers also encourage others to take up new expertise. So that many would perform a better job and produce more on their farm. Unfortunately though, the true advanced farmers are very small in numbers. Some who claims to be an advanced farmers are simply just not. Now, it is up to every new farmer to be the best at farm. A farmer could choose to start changing technology as soon as possible. It is true that by changing and adding new technology on a farm, also means more hard work on the farmer's part.

The best remedy~

During my last conference, while waiting for the keynote speech to start, I was sitting next to a fine lady who is 1 year in her PhD quest. She mentioned that she has a poster to be presented that evening. And so, when I told her that I am in my final year and have a baby in my second year she went, "I am single and I still find it hard to focus on my research". She then told me one of her friend's jokes on PhD. The friend of hers said, "Make sure you get a wife not a husband when you are doing your PhD. You need someone to cook for you and care for you not the other way round". If it wasn't because I was in a room filled with intellectual people, I would have laugh my heart out. Since I am married to a 'husband' and have Insyirah as well as home to take care of and no extra money to pay for a maid, I can only resolve to the wasiat left by our beloved Prophet Muhammad pbuh. Remember the time when Fatima was complaining about some house chores and t

Quick post

It's 3.58am... I mean 2.59am now Brisbane local time... Before I came to login into blogger I was browsing the catalogue. Yup. I am still actually have some of the tabs left open. Am I a shopaholic? I wouldn't say I am. But do I love shopping? Hmm... I would honestly say that it is building. Having Yaby would ensure that I would still have the balance right since he would keep me away from wandering too far. Hihi... Anyway, it's the time of the year again when people will be seeing with massive amount of shopping bags and of course the once or twice occasions when you felt that you've bumped one another before and your head just went "de javu" but can't remember for sure. Yup. It's the Christmas sale. I just went from "Nak! Nak!" to "Shoot! Where should I go first, Target or BigW?". But the thing is, I am having a conference right now. :( On the positive side, I have finished my presentation yesterday which I think I did quite w

Quick post

You know how you sometimes felt that you were almost there. You saw the light at the other far end of the tunnel. But all of a sudden, the light became dim and slowly disappear. And you once again felt lost. You then increased your pace to the direction of the light that was once there. Wanting to see that light again. Badly. In the process of making your way there, you tripped and hurt yourself due to the darkness. You walk a little further, now slowly. Soon enough, you grew tired. You began to hear little voices in your head telling you just maybe you should give up. That you would never see the light again. Tears started to build. Before you knew it, you have burried your face in your hands. Thinking that there was no more hope. Adeh~ that's how I feel right now except that I haven't broken down to tears and insyaAllah still not given up laa. Just feeling all down and stressed out. Sigh~ See... it happened again. One day I was all pumped up, the next I felt like a lost chil

Leading passage~

In my chat with my sister today, I told her of my plan to becoming a millionaire (in a joking manner laa of course). Hohoho... Earlier, when I said to Yaby "Boleh ke if we have the intention nak jadi kaya?", Yaby answered, "Rasulullah pun kata berusahalah seperti akan hidup seratus tahun". And so, that was when I say just maybe I should reinstate one of my ambition again. (We will see just how far I will put it into action ;) :P) Now, back to my chatting. And so, during my conversation with my sister, that is after telling her that I want to be kaya-raya, she told me, "any road you take will take you to the same destination". That was when the statement appear to me as something that I could do some thinking. I am not saying that you must agree with what I am saying, but I too have always seen it that way. I then asked Yaby, "Yaby, in the case if I didn't meet you at college, where do you think we would meet?" "Hmm? Memang dah takdir

It's that day again...

This morning I woke up to the warm-cake-baking smells in the air. Ummi was baking a chocolate cake. Besides the cake we've no other plan. I thought of like laying back at home. After all, I've declared on Jijoy 's birthday party which was twenty days earlier, telling them "OK aaa, korang takyah nak buat surprise2. Memang tak akan surprise punya". So I did the washing, twice. Later help Ummi with the frosting. That was when Nuha called telling me "wei, I ada masak nasi lemak. Datang my place jom.". Of course the sense of "aaa.. is this Nuha's attempt to surprise me" came to mind. Especially after I said, "Alaa, you makan ajer laa. Tak pun you pack tuk you makan2 masa you kuar nanti." (since she said they are planning to go out) "Susah laa. Tak nak pack. You datang macam sepuluh suku or sepuluh setengah camtu tau." I knew Yaby couldn't have been in komplot since Yaby acted like any other weekend morning. So here&

Make believe!!!

"I think I'll try defying gravity ".. hohoho... Tak tipu. Time flies really-really-really fast these days. Tengok, dah Friday again. Anyway, last.. (let me think jap.. adoi, Ahad ker Sabtu..) Saturday during our trip to the 'valley' (where the halal meat and Asian groceries can be found), it was dead hot. I knew Yaby was going to say 'it' at the third stop of traffic light. "Tengok, bile hari panas terik mesti semua traffic light jadi merah." Yup, that was his usual remark. Heard it enough to be remembered. So I was telling him, "Yaby, it's because you 'make believe' the things you said." "Mana ada", Yaby answered As usual, both of us love to argue on the littlest thing. Hohoho.. So it became a subject of our trip. If I must record everything it here, it's going to take you hours to finish reading. LOL... but we ended up with something like, "Seriously Yaby. Like the story 23 tu. After that 23 inc

Forgive and forget~

The weather.. check! *all cloudy and somewhat cool and breezy* The environment.. half a check~ *at the office.. need to complete my writing but there's a tune playing in the background* Hmm.. what a perfect moment to stay all mushy... It's always easier to said than done... this statement is one-hundred-percent true! For instance, there's the "Forgive and forget". Adeh~ just a while ago, I received a text message from D. In the message D was telling me how D is worry about things. And at the same time, D told me how lonely D felt without M around. This is not the first time D expressed D-self that way. I replied telling D not to worry too much and who knows maybe one day M will come back. D replied back telling me that no matter what, D will always care for M. Mana tak I felt all blue. I must have got this sensitive side from Daddy. HOhohohohOHOho... And I believe my strong-self must have come from Ummi. While Daddy's letters are more of a "melancholy

On the note~

Something lawak just happened... I opened my internet browser to check on how to retract evidence blaa blaa (with regards to my work). And the google is by default my start page. If you happen to open it today, you'll notice that it has a cookie monster on it. So I was curious and wanted to see what it has got to do with cookie monster and found out that it's the 40th anniversary for sesame st. Having known that, I clicked on the search bar to type "retracting evidence" but instead type "anniversary..." Punyer laa sekejap dah hilang focus... LOL p/s: sabar amelia... your's is next to come. hohoho

Having FUN with PhD still~ :)

"Ummi, I have finished my work. Do you want me to help with other work?", pondered little Insyirah "Aaa... yes yes.. Insyirah, you could help Ummi with my research. Nak?", answered Insyirah's Ummi. "Baik Ummi. Where do you want me to begin? Do you want me to summarise for you this book here?", said little Insyirah. Alamak~~ bestnyer if Insyirah could really do this. :P Hohohoho....

Under threat~

Last Friday, in the Fiqh class (which I regretted not attending), they touched on a subject which is overwhelmingly compelling for me to share it here as soon as I heard it from Yaby . If only I wasn't too 'tired' staring at my monitor and punching letters on my keyboard (oh, alasan yang soooooo tidak valid :P). So I was naive. Totally~ For me to actually not to think that this 'could' happen. I mean, I would not have thought for a PhD research title of "Strategies in bringing down people with Religion" say for example. Sharing this is useful since I felt that we need to be aware of our surroundings. Especially when you are a Muslim. In the Fiqh class, Aslam mentioned of a group known as the RAND corporation short form for Research ANd Development. It's a non profit, semi non-official think tank for the *let me just highlighted it here* United State armed forces . So, basically from my little research and reading, what they exactly do are

Embrace every moment...

So yesterday, I was eating ice-cream while Insyirah was having her ' botol '. I guessed she must have been tempted from the way I was eating the double chocolate ice-cream since she put away her bottle and saying ' nak .. nak ..' just after a couple of blinks. I surrendered to her persistent request after watching her sheer determination to have a taste of the ice-cream. After a while, I was saying, " Insyirah .. see.. all comot now". Mak was the first to introduced the word ' comot ' to Insyirah and since then she has been using the word 'mo-mot' to describe her teddy koala. Anyway, as I was saying " comot .. comot " and at the same time, wiping off the ice-cream using the back of my hand, she looked at me and said "Mimi mo-mot ( Ummi comot )". And surprisingly , she used the back of her hand to wipe an ice-cream mark on my lips. How could I not laughed... And so, after we had the ice-cream session, I told Insyirah

How to be a successfull husband? - from Islamic perspective

This is the first time I actually read this, hence, I thought might as well share it here. So the ten tips start with: 1. Dress up for your wife, look clean and smell good.When was the last time us men went shopping for designer pajamas? Just like the husband wants his wife to look nice for him, she also wants her husband to dress up for her too. Remember that Rasul Allah - sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam - would always start with Miswak when returning home and always loved the sweetest smells. 2. Use the cutest names for your wife. Rasul Allah - sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam - had nicknames for his wives, ones that they loved. Call your wife by the most beloved names to her, and avoid using names that hurt their feelings. 3. Don't treat her like a fly. We never think about a fly in our daily lives until it 'bugs' us. Similarly, a wife will do well all day - which brings no attention from the husband - until she does something to 'bug' him. Don't treat her lik

hini...

adeh .. lapar . Anyway, one of the emails in my inbox today is on H1N1 vaccination. While I wasn't among the recommended people to get the vaccination, Yaby is. He's in the category of "People with underlying chronic conditions" i.e. having asthma. And so the question really comes down to whether to have it or not. I am quite sure many have got circulation emails stating that H1N1 is a genetically modified viruses.. in another email H1N1 is claimed to be a conspiracy scheme led by the US to gain profit from people buying the vaccination in order to improve their economy.. and the latest that I received was a study on the vaccination itself which indicates that the vaccination could decrease life expectancy and can jeopardise the human reproduction system. <-- not verified though I personally kesian to those who are listed in the 'recommended people' since surely to some, they might have the big question mark hanging on their head i.e. "Is this

An open letter to Yaby.. :P

Since mid this year, I've been pestering yaby (again) to buy non practical stuff as a gift for our fifth year anniversary (I realized the idea has always come and go. hohoho). Ever since we were both together, I've gotten mostly electronic gadgets from him like an ipod or a handphone. For this occasion too, he did suggest a brand new plasma tv or a new laptop as a better gift for me. I know Yaby.. I know. It's a waste of money buying those stuff since we can't actually 'use' it. But you know.. I am just being a woman. I've tried to stay as practical as I could. But at times, that inner voice, keeps echoing. Reminding myself that I need to pamper myself with all those beautiful things. Nak buat macam mana Yaby. Yaby, I know that it's not that often that you would open my blog. But in case you happen to read this, this is my attempt to use pantun as a means to pujuk you laaa. Hope you can see it through me how badly I want for a Pandora! LOL Saw a

yes please...

OK, I have 15 minutes before I have to start working again. Yesterday night I had this one funny yet scary dream. I can't recall most of the scenes in the dream but I remember the part that left me awake. In that dream, I make someone dear to me upset. As in big time disappointed. In the dream she asked me "Are you sure that you like being a Malaysian?". I said 'Of course'. Then she said, "then why are you talking in that intonation (In** nesian )?". With a laugh, I answered " Itu main2 je laaa ". Then she continued bombarded me with other questions of "why I do this" and "why is that". And one the most hilarious question is " dah tu , how come you don't know who is Datuk K?". Just to keep the record straight, I know who is Datuk K and I am quite sure the name was registered in my unconscious mind since I just had a little discussion on Siti's life a few days ago. Later in the dream I was trying h

On the note~

...is having lunch.... On the note, it's almost a week since Insyirah stop BF-ing and yesterday night Insyirah shows a positive 'sleeping' pattern. One thing that I've got from all this wanting-to-stop-BF-ing is that BF-ing is really the best option. You don't have to worry if the 'output' is ever going to finish and seriously you don't have to bother waking up rushing to the kitchen and to warm the fresh milk before Insyirah start screaming. :P LOL

BF

Thought of like giving a quick update on Insyirah since some of you have been asking on it. Alhamdulillah, Insyirah has managed to drink whole milk from the bottle. And yes, I am giving her fresh whole milk instead of formula. The only reason for that is because, Insyirah doesn't seem to like the taste of the formula. We have tried three brand which all ended up her drinking only a few ounces. That said, I am giving her kids multivitamin. So she can kinda sleep on her own now. That's a very good thing. Hence, no more facebook via mobile session for me. But she did call for her BM once or twice. And when I said "do you mean 'bottle'?", she will quickly say 'BOTOL'. hehe... ****************original post***************** Today.. opps, I mean, yesterday, I made my biggest decision ever. I've decided to stop giving BM to Insyirah. It was a heartbreaking moment... at least for myself. *sigh* As of now, it has been ten hours since Insyirah had a littl

it's THE climb

So valid with all this PhD thingy... my latest 'love' song :P **** The Climb Songwriters: Alexander, J; Mabe, J; I can almost see it That dream I am dreaming But there's a voice inside my head saying "You'll never reach it" Every step I'm taking Every move I make feels Lost with no direction My faith is shaking But I gotta keep trying Gotta keep my head held high There's always gonna be another mountain I'm always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose Ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waiting on the other side It's the climb The struggles I'm facing The chances I'm taking Sometimes might knock me down But no, I'm not breaking I may not know it But these are the moments that I'm gonna remember most, yeah Just gotta keep going And I, I got to be strong Just keep pushing on 'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain I&#
So I was told to fill one box with items which I felt can be put away before I left for Australia again. My sister has this little idea of a garage sale. In a way I knew that it was about time to clean up my growing up 'treasure' that has been occupying much room in my used-to-be bedroom. Now, in front of me are three spaces; a plastic bag as bin, a box for items that I am keeping and finally the item-for-sale box. Among my 'treasure' was a padlock with no keys that could go with it and a scribble 'kenangan 5r'. Then there is also a tin can with writing on it 'kenangan mrsmkp 1998', a rock with writings, a cup with more writings... LOL... Each time I was holding an item, I would try to remember the origin of the item. That was the easy and best part of the whole cleaning process. The difficult part was to put them where they will future belong. *sigh* In the end, with much hesitation, I finally manage to complete my given task. Then there were my sc

Quickpost

Today I passed by Federal highway. Can't believe there has been so many changes in just 9 months. Upon reaching home, I saw this one advertisement on the billboard which made me go "pergh.. yea right". If only it is true, Malaysia will be a better country in a very short period of time. Oh yes, did I say I am in Malaysia for Raya :P

Reporting the 27th Yaby

It's Yaby's birthday once more. Yesterday after sahur, I was thinking whether I could surprise Yaby this year. Something different for a change. My mind was telling me that I bet he would never suspect it since 1) it's was the 7th, 2) there's not much of meat left in the freezer, and 3) I could cook senyap2 in the dapur without him noticing. But I did not come to a decision until it was almost 1pm. They say what is a birthday without a cake. And so, because I knew if I bake a cake Yaby would definitely suspect something, I've asked Nuha to susun Sha's cupcakes to surprise him. Each SMS that I sent and received from Nuha yesterday was deleted. Punya laa berusaha. And what come in handy was the fact that we had buyer to come to see our stuff around 5pm which lasted until quite close to breaking fast time. I had taken the chance to delay Yaby from makan first and said why not we do our maghrib first. That was when the suspicion arises. *Sigh... * While I was pray

My rock star voice

This morning I woke up 'speech-less'... Hoho... My voice just couldn't be heard anymore. It was as if I was whispering. It is all thanks to some kind of infection. InsyaAllah today I will find my way to the GP (after more than a week of having a cold :p ). This year I had back to back flu-cold like symptoms. Usually I would only have it once a year. Memang an ujian for me this Ramadhan. I remember a GP who told me that there are just thousands of viruses that could cause flu or cold. So one would generally get a lot of free running mucus down one's nose experience in a lifetime. Speaking (not literally ;p) of health, I remember how my young self would hate so much to see the doctor, and how like most kids that I knew would still play in the field or go to school for not wanting to miss out the fun game time. Pendek kata, I seldom see the doctor. But now having kids of my own, whenever insyirah has a temperature, the first place I would want to go is the he