Went to a wedding recently and found out that the groom was actually the brother of a friend from a long time ago. This friend is part of a group called Phyne Ballerz and one of their popular song is Vida. And Vida has an English version called Purest of Pain by Son by Four. Both songs means so much to me right now and I would like to share it with you.
AidilAdha 2011
Salam readers,
As promised, this is my AidilAdha story...
Since the day I was born, I could not remember a time when I had to take a bus to my father's hometown. But due to ridiculous work time management, this time I had to. All because my father arrange a huge family reunion and followed by Qurban for our family this year.
The Journey
It was a adventurous journey, ticket bus in hand, I set off from home by cab to the LRT station at 12noon, onwards to KL Sentral by LRT, got stuck at KL Sentral close to 1 1/2 hour as train was delayed, waited at the designated ladies coach section but end up being pushed to a co-coach (luckily the Arab guy standing in front of me was the cutest person of the day), then onwards to TBS by KTM Komuter, onwards to Pontian, Johor by bus at 3.30pm with the holiday traffic madness from K.L to Ayer Keroh, had Kenny Roger's lunch on the bus then focused on work for the next three hours until my battery went dead...
Then onwards to Tg Piai by car.... fuh! It was really a long journey arriving the final destination close to 10.00pm.
The Destination
Tanjung Piai is a cape in Johor which is the southernmost point of Peninsular Malaysia and thus the most southern point of mainland Asia. The skyline of Singapore is visible across Johor Strait from the point. It features seafood restaurants and a resort, perched on wooden jetties that are surrounded by a rugged and rarefied coastline of unspoilt mangrove forest.
This landmark was erected in 2001 to mark Tanjung Piai's unique geographical position as the "Southernmost Tip of Mainland Asia". The exact location of the tip is latitude 01°16 North / longitude 103°30.46 East. The landmark is made of eco-friendly reinforced concrete, measures 20 metres high and 10 metres wide. The monument's stark grey colour represents the rich mangroves and mudflats of Tanjung Piai.
It is adorned by two fronds of the Paku Piai Raya (Acrostichum aureum) - the indigenous fern from which Tanjung Piai derives its name. Tanjung means 'cape' in Malay, and Tanjung Piai is named after this Piai fern, which flourished in abundance in the mangroves here. The atlas of the world emblazoned across the top of the geographical marker enables visitors to truly understand and appreciate exactly where they are on the vast land mass that is Asia.
The Location
Although our bungalow has only two rooms, it has an attic large enough to fit the entire family.
The Event
I can't really tell you much about the event as when I arrived, it was almost over. But the event was sponsored by one of my aunt, a Datin and supposed to gather families descendant from Tok Bedul, my great, great, great grandfather (Am I correct here?). It was said almost 180 people were there. There were family prayers, dinner and an orientation session. P.A system was not that good, so those at the back had difficulty in making out what was said. My dad was the MC for the night. Here are some of the pictures taken by my photographer for the night son.
Aidil Adha Day
The next day, Aidiladha, the qurban took place at my aunty's house. There were 2 cows slaughtered, one of them was for my whole family. Symbolizing the act when Ibrahim a.s was instructed to kill Ismail a.s as an act of obedience to Allah s.w.t. Ibrahim was willing to do it as prove of his obedience but Allah s.w.t then instructed him to slaughter a ram instead of his son. A bull equals to 7 parts, one part to one person. The meat is then distributed to the needy.
And a feast at my aunty's place is not a feast without her special dish i.e BURASAK. Pure Bugis would know what this is and only a handful of people knows how to make it. It is basically cooked coconut rice wrapped in banana leaf, boiled to perfection like you would boil ketupat. But the banana leaf used here is only a certain type of banana leaf and it is boiled longer than ketupat. Also it is eaten, not with rendang, but with Assam Pedas Duduk Wolf Herring (Ikan Parang). "Duduk" means its void of any fancy ingredients of the usual Assam Pedas. It was told that long time ago, this was the food carried by the buginese warriors when they went to war. Due to its long boiling process, it stays good for a long period of time
The next day, on our journey back to K.L, we stopped by at Kaya Ara Pasong, another aunt's place. They are from my mother's side of the family. I haven't seen them in years but people can easily recognize me as I am my mother's copy cat. After another lunch, went back to K.L and snooze along the way.
As promised, this is my AidilAdha story...
Since the day I was born, I could not remember a time when I had to take a bus to my father's hometown. But due to ridiculous work time management, this time I had to. All because my father arrange a huge family reunion and followed by Qurban for our family this year.
The Journey
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| Must it be pink?? |
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| Work!!! |
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| KR Lunch! |
Then onwards to Tg Piai by car.... fuh! It was really a long journey arriving the final destination close to 10.00pm.
The Destination
Tanjung Piai is a cape in Johor which is the southernmost point of Peninsular Malaysia and thus the most southern point of mainland Asia. The skyline of Singapore is visible across Johor Strait from the point. It features seafood restaurants and a resort, perched on wooden jetties that are surrounded by a rugged and rarefied coastline of unspoilt mangrove forest.
This landmark was erected in 2001 to mark Tanjung Piai's unique geographical position as the "Southernmost Tip of Mainland Asia". The exact location of the tip is latitude 01°16 North / longitude 103°30.46 East. The landmark is made of eco-friendly reinforced concrete, measures 20 metres high and 10 metres wide. The monument's stark grey colour represents the rich mangroves and mudflats of Tanjung Piai.It is adorned by two fronds of the Paku Piai Raya (Acrostichum aureum) - the indigenous fern from which Tanjung Piai derives its name. Tanjung means 'cape' in Malay, and Tanjung Piai is named after this Piai fern, which flourished in abundance in the mangroves here. The atlas of the world emblazoned across the top of the geographical marker enables visitors to truly understand and appreciate exactly where they are on the vast land mass that is Asia.
The Location
We stayed in a two room bungalow at Tanjung Piai Resort. Since I reached there late, I did not have the time to roam about but what I gather from my mom, it has only 1 bungalow unit (the one which we were staying), some single room units and dormitories. There is a seafood restaurant, convenience shop and a conference room.
Although our bungalow has only two rooms, it has an attic large enough to fit the entire family.
At night, you can see across the Straits of Tebrau to Singapore's night light along with lights from numerous ships that are awaiting to be berthed. Some of the guests went for night fishing. Me... I had to finish my work.No fun. But I did venture out a bit to get some fresh sea air in between.
The Event
See my cheese tarts in the photograph? According to my mom, it was gone in less then 10 minutes.
Aidil Adha Day
The next day, Aidiladha, the qurban took place at my aunty's house. There were 2 cows slaughtered, one of them was for my whole family. Symbolizing the act when Ibrahim a.s was instructed to kill Ismail a.s as an act of obedience to Allah s.w.t. Ibrahim was willing to do it as prove of his obedience but Allah s.w.t then instructed him to slaughter a ram instead of his son. A bull equals to 7 parts, one part to one person. The meat is then distributed to the needy.
And a feast at my aunty's place is not a feast without her special dish i.e BURASAK. Pure Bugis would know what this is and only a handful of people knows how to make it. It is basically cooked coconut rice wrapped in banana leaf, boiled to perfection like you would boil ketupat. But the banana leaf used here is only a certain type of banana leaf and it is boiled longer than ketupat. Also it is eaten, not with rendang, but with Assam Pedas Duduk Wolf Herring (Ikan Parang). "Duduk" means its void of any fancy ingredients of the usual Assam Pedas. It was told that long time ago, this was the food carried by the buginese warriors when they went to war. Due to its long boiling process, it stays good for a long period of timeThe next day, on our journey back to K.L, we stopped by at Kaya Ara Pasong, another aunt's place. They are from my mother's side of the family. I haven't seen them in years but people can easily recognize me as I am my mother's copy cat. After another lunch, went back to K.L and snooze along the way.
The student...
After a week of heavy workload, I finally managed some time to do my assignment. Thank god I only need to do one. It took me 7 1/2 hours but I finally completed and submitted it online today at 7:35am. After the submission, I packed my laptop, ensure I have all my stationeries, my matric card and exam slip. Off to P.J for my mid term exam. 2 papers 45 min each. Not really happy about it. But its all my fault. I realized I didn't not study at all for the exam. Anyway, its done. I tried my best. Now what I need to do is study for my finals in December.
I've registered for my January 2012 semester. Requested to add an extra subject to try and make up for the May semester that I have deferred. I'll try to complete the deferred subjects in 2012 so that I'll be able to finish my studies in 2015 as planned. I know it will be an added strain to my pocket a bit but I know I have to do it.
So friends, wish me luck as I do need all the luck I can get.
I've registered for my January 2012 semester. Requested to add an extra subject to try and make up for the May semester that I have deferred. I'll try to complete the deferred subjects in 2012 so that I'll be able to finish my studies in 2015 as planned. I know it will be an added strain to my pocket a bit but I know I have to do it.
So friends, wish me luck as I do need all the luck I can get.
News flash!!
As of 11.11.11, my weight is 74.4kg. A total of 3.6kg loss in a week. I'm happy with the progress although I had to increase the intake. Still had my share of pizza this week and still losing it.
Mode: Happy like crazy!!
Mode: Happy like crazy!!
News flash!!
Woke up to a great morning! Even though my work is not done yet, I feel great. Lost 2.1 kg in just 2 days even with eating & eating so much during Raya AidilAdha. I'M FEELING GOOD!!!
I'll get to my AidilAdha story later, coz gotta rush now. Just can't help but wanting to share this great news to all my readers. Hope you will have a great day too.
Ciou & take care!!
I'll get to my AidilAdha story later, coz gotta rush now. Just can't help but wanting to share this great news to all my readers. Hope you will have a great day too.
Ciou & take care!!
Loss and Gain...
Today, 05/11/2011... shamelessly admitting I weigh 77.1kg. A little less then the last I weighed 78.2 kg. My height is only 156, so you can imagine how fat I am. YES, I'M FAT. Based on BMI, I'm obese. my last lowest weight was 43kg in 1997. That was when I joined Malaysia Airlines as a Flight Stewardess.
In my 5 years as a crew, I gained so much weight from eating aircraft food and instant noodles. I ended my career as stewardess at 54 kg. The figure was further added to when I did not lose even 1kg from the weight I had carrying my daughter at 9months. Since then, my weight yo-yoed from numerous diet scheme, being vegetarian, drinking horrible tasting tea and such. Nothing lasts.
Remember one of my new year resolution? One of them was reducing weight and exercise. Almost a year gone, the year is coming to end but I have done nothing about my weight. Other then the trip to Broga last September, I had zero exercise. A friend asked me out one day, and knowing he is quite an athlete, I suggested that we go for a jog, even bought new shoes for it. The outing was cancelled and the shoes stays in its box, in its plastic bag with the receipt still there.
I know I have to do something about it. So I've enrolled myself to a boot camp.Thinking I need the kick on my butt. Its called Original Bootcamp (http://bootcamp.com.my/). It'll start on 28th November 2011 for 4 weeks, 3 days a week.
I can't wait to start. Prior to the programme, I've started on assisted dieting courtesy of my mom. I hope this is the beginning of a new me. Facing year 2012 with a total new look. It is not so much about looking good, it's about staying healthy. This is a kick start to it.
On the other note, I went out with B today. After so many months not seeing him, weeks not hearing from him. He look happier from the last time I met him, getting a new job so close to home with better pay and human working hours. Traffic was bad on our way to Shah Alam going to his friend's house collecting my Cheese Tarts but we happily chatted, catching up on news, joking about meeting future mother in law when sending the tarts over to my mom's house.
I actually didn't know that he was facing some problems with the friend's brother. About a loan he had given not paid. Only when we arrived he told me about it. We went for supper first at a nearby mamak shop and called the friend to join us. After asking her about the situation, he left both of us and went to my friend's house. About 10 minutes after that, we followed.
Upon arriving, we found that they were having a heated argument. Or I can say, the brother was yelling but B...I have not seen anyone as controlled as B. He remained calm throughout the raving but was holding a scissor in his hand, trembling as he was trying very hard to control himself. I tried taking it from him but failed. I was really relieved when at last he put it aside and walked away from the house. Listening to the argument, sitting there with the friend, I derived to a conclusion that B was indeed on the wrong side. But the solution is as simple as the brother going to the bank personally and getting back the bounced cheque. However, the brother shouldn't be yelling and calling names. Come on, B had went out of his way to help the guy when help was needed. At least show him some courtesy.
We left the house and along the way be kept quiet. I tried to cheer him up, talking about other things. To my surprised, tears was running on his cheeks. When I asked him whether he was worried about the money as he needed it for his work he told me, the money he can find, but he lost a very dear friend. They have been friends for very very long time but she could just sat there and did not say anything or stop her brother from yelling. I found out later that she had also concurred with the brother but refrain from saying anything to B.
Then we turned away from the subject and talk about Raya Haji, about my dad's upcoming big family reunion. I managed to make him laugh a bit but before long, tears started falling again. All because I said something about his siblings. Being the youngest of nine, he felt left out by the siblings after both his parents passed away. No one even called him to ask what is his plans for raya or inviting him to the house. I felt like kicking myself right there and then.
All in all, we ended our so called date with him apologising profusely about not able to spend more time with me. That he was happy just being able to talk to me then. When I look at him, I saw a rough spoken person with a brutal outlook but with a very soft heart. Kinda like a pitbull with chocolate dipped strawberries as his heart. And for that, I felt very sorry for him. We said our goodbyes and parted ways with unspoken words of understanding. That's our base of this unnamed relationship... Trust and understanding. I just wish him all the happiness in the world. Even if it's not with me.
Stay the same B. You are amazing just the way you are.
In my 5 years as a crew, I gained so much weight from eating aircraft food and instant noodles. I ended my career as stewardess at 54 kg. The figure was further added to when I did not lose even 1kg from the weight I had carrying my daughter at 9months. Since then, my weight yo-yoed from numerous diet scheme, being vegetarian, drinking horrible tasting tea and such. Nothing lasts.
Remember one of my new year resolution? One of them was reducing weight and exercise. Almost a year gone, the year is coming to end but I have done nothing about my weight. Other then the trip to Broga last September, I had zero exercise. A friend asked me out one day, and knowing he is quite an athlete, I suggested that we go for a jog, even bought new shoes for it. The outing was cancelled and the shoes stays in its box, in its plastic bag with the receipt still there.
I know I have to do something about it. So I've enrolled myself to a boot camp.Thinking I need the kick on my butt. Its called Original Bootcamp (http://bootcamp.com.my/). It'll start on 28th November 2011 for 4 weeks, 3 days a week.
I can't wait to start. Prior to the programme, I've started on assisted dieting courtesy of my mom. I hope this is the beginning of a new me. Facing year 2012 with a total new look. It is not so much about looking good, it's about staying healthy. This is a kick start to it.
I actually didn't know that he was facing some problems with the friend's brother. About a loan he had given not paid. Only when we arrived he told me about it. We went for supper first at a nearby mamak shop and called the friend to join us. After asking her about the situation, he left both of us and went to my friend's house. About 10 minutes after that, we followed.
Upon arriving, we found that they were having a heated argument. Or I can say, the brother was yelling but B...I have not seen anyone as controlled as B. He remained calm throughout the raving but was holding a scissor in his hand, trembling as he was trying very hard to control himself. I tried taking it from him but failed. I was really relieved when at last he put it aside and walked away from the house. Listening to the argument, sitting there with the friend, I derived to a conclusion that B was indeed on the wrong side. But the solution is as simple as the brother going to the bank personally and getting back the bounced cheque. However, the brother shouldn't be yelling and calling names. Come on, B had went out of his way to help the guy when help was needed. At least show him some courtesy.
We left the house and along the way be kept quiet. I tried to cheer him up, talking about other things. To my surprised, tears was running on his cheeks. When I asked him whether he was worried about the money as he needed it for his work he told me, the money he can find, but he lost a very dear friend. They have been friends for very very long time but she could just sat there and did not say anything or stop her brother from yelling. I found out later that she had also concurred with the brother but refrain from saying anything to B.
Then we turned away from the subject and talk about Raya Haji, about my dad's upcoming big family reunion. I managed to make him laugh a bit but before long, tears started falling again. All because I said something about his siblings. Being the youngest of nine, he felt left out by the siblings after both his parents passed away. No one even called him to ask what is his plans for raya or inviting him to the house. I felt like kicking myself right there and then.
All in all, we ended our so called date with him apologising profusely about not able to spend more time with me. That he was happy just being able to talk to me then. When I look at him, I saw a rough spoken person with a brutal outlook but with a very soft heart. Kinda like a pitbull with chocolate dipped strawberries as his heart. And for that, I felt very sorry for him. We said our goodbyes and parted ways with unspoken words of understanding. That's our base of this unnamed relationship... Trust and understanding. I just wish him all the happiness in the world. Even if it's not with me.
Stay the same B. You are amazing just the way you are.
Alarm gone??
Yup... these past few days my phone no longer rings at 6.30am. I guess my alarm is finally gone. Looking at the wall, my suspicions ... well, I can say more or less confirmed. Am I happy about it? I guess I am. It was a fun feeling knowing that someone is thinking of you all the time, loving you the same even though knowing there is no love in return. But all fun must come to an end.
Smiling as I'm typing this, because I know the amount of love and care this person has to give and whoever he had given it to is a very lucky person. I wish him all the happiness in the world.
Thank you for being a part of my life at one time. And for giving me the most precious gift anyone could ever ask for.
My next move now... GET MYSELF A PROPER ALARM CLOCK!! (or maybe two, three, four...)
Smiling as I'm typing this, because I know the amount of love and care this person has to give and whoever he had given it to is a very lucky person. I wish him all the happiness in the world.
Thank you for being a part of my life at one time. And for giving me the most precious gift anyone could ever ask for.
My next move now... GET MYSELF A PROPER ALARM CLOCK!! (or maybe two, three, four...)
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