I sat at the square plastic table today, waiting for the Adik to serve me her famous Kelantanese nasi kukus ayam goreng (steamed rice with fried chicken). Next to the stall site is a big soccer field. The day was nice and hot. It was approaching 5.00 pm and I was just about to have my very late lunch.
I saw several boys, maybe around the age of 7 or 8. They were playing kites. They ran across the big field while their little kites soared majestically across the big blue sky. I could hear them laughing as one of them stumbled and fall, and quickly picking up his paces again so as not to lose his momentum.
Such pleasure. So simple.
I miss most of my childhood memories.
I hope those two boys will remember their kite flying days as much as I have some 40 odd years later.
I read the news on Trump’s global gag on US funding towards the programs on sexual and productive health.
Maybe, this is a wake up call for other countries to step up and play a role in this. Instead of waiting for US funding, there are many other countries who have equal capacities to help. Whatever he’s been thinking, this is devastating news. Never mind that it will have a backlash on other women’s health programs within the country itself.
Why did you guys vote on this guy?
Read the news here.
The first time I heard of this word before, most probably was a couple of years ago. It didnt make any sense at first as I never had a staycation. Wikipedia says the meaning of staycation is “a vacation spent in one’s home country rather than abroad, or one spent at home and involving day trips to local attractions.”
I always feel that a staycation is more of having a holiday at a place near to your home. Which, actually was what we did during the new year.
Hotel rooms elsewhere were expensive, air fares were not doing any better and we hated the fact that the traffic will be so bad on the returning day that we might need another holiday.
And so…..G booked us in Marriot Putrajaya for the night. We decided to walk the mall, enjoy with a little bit of shopping and finally some dinner. I tell you, Malaysians generally enjoy their mall experience. IOI Mall which is located near to the hotel is no different from other huge malls in KL. It was packed to the brim. People at every turn.
Being non social animals that we are, we decided that for end of 2017, we will check in elsewhere where there are less people within 50 km radius…
Christmas Eve Dinner
G and I decided to host a simple dinner on the Christmas eve. Simple because it was a pot luck dinner instead of a full cooking session which we had done in the previous years. No turkey and fresh oysters this year as well. Prices have gone up and wallet is thinner. So, roast chicken it was, among other things.
Garlic roast chicken. Gone in minutes.
The neighbour, Shux, brought his delicious nasi lemak. I must tell you that for a single dude, he can really cook. The last he was at our home, he arrived with a couple of ramekins of creme caramel. Seen tucked in between the rice and the sambal was my garlic and herbs steamed fresh clams which another neighbour bought for me earlier at the Kuala Selangor fish jetty.
My funky rooster plates…hehehe…and the rest of the dishes. I cooked Korean noodles as a filler, lots of garden salad with Italian dressing and green apples salad as another side. Pandan syrup drinks to wash down all these food.
No leftovers unlike the year when we had the turkey. I tell you, we didn’t want anything to do with turkey anymore for a good few months afterwards.
Two weeks before, I stood in front of 400 graduates while running a career workshop. Last week I did two career workshops at two local universities with more than 200 graduates coming out from their faculties in each session. Even had their DVC and lecturers dancing to the tune of Justin Timberlake. This week I will have another with potentially 400 graduates who crave to hear about the world of work.
Next year I will be a tad closer to hitting the Big Five Series. And seriously I don’t feel a day older than I was at 35. Many friends commented that I look youthful. I have no idea how the face just managed to look young. I even browsed through old pictures of classmates and other friends. And mine.
I surely look youthful. I FEEL youthful.
And frankly I think I absorb all these youth elixir from all these young people.
They are just so vibrant, so energetic, so young, and so ….young…
Don’t be a grumpy old fart
That’s what I keep on telling myself. More so after having some “exciting” exchanges in FB with my older cousin brother. He is waaaaaaayyyy older than me. He was lamenting the fact that the “young generation has no soul” and they have no interest about their roots. This came after I commented about the lack of young people in a recent family gathering. I told him that it is no true. It is just that “we” ie the older folks tend to forget to unlearn to relearn. We tend to say ohhh we have “makan garam” first meaning we have been here longer.
I, dont want to grow old being a grumpy old fart. Or old fartress. I dont want to grow old talking about old stuff.
The man who is sitting in the front row with the songkok and a name tag is my late father known as Cikgu Fuad in the community. He passed away at a young age of 56, just a year after his retirement. Every year, the month of November is dedicated to this great man who had contributed his life as an educator, a fantastic musician and a loving dad.
2017, would be his 71st birthday and I would be honouring this man by launching The Fauad Initiative – a program where retired educators will be up skilled and they can continue to contribute and feeling useful.
Farewell my darling. You are no longer in pain. May we meet again in Jannah.
Miss Rexton (1999 – 7 November 2016).
She has given all of us much love, joy and happiness till the end of her long life. She was our oldest surviving cat from my previous life. She had gone through so much with us and I am happy to say that she finally had the best of her years towards the end. She was loved, cared for and pampered for especially with her love for air conditioned room. Rexton would always had the best seat of the house and the first choice of wet food. Her favourite landing by the staircase is now empty. The spot on the bed has no Rexton.
Her duty has come to end. My daughter has grown, and now she has her own little family to take care off. Rexton’s mom, Comel spent a good 10 years of her life with my daughter until she left for college. The task was diligently continued by Miss Rexton who stayed until the end.
Life is such. You take as it comes and make the best of it as if there is no tomorrow.
I cry till I fall asleep each time a furkid crosses the Rainbow Bridge. Every time. And to think that I have been keeping cats since eons ago and still have 24 more to go…the pain is deep. And terrible.
And, death…death humbles you…