Wrapping up the fasting month in September

Oh well, its already coming to end of September. How time flies, irregardless whether you’re having fun or not.

It is now the second week of the Ramadhan. I think I have lost at least 3 kg. The usual breaking fast menu is simple – either fried noodles with plenty of veges in the, nasi kerabu with the obligatory “solok lada”, tuna fish curry and a few dash of yummy budu, or rice porridge eaten with salted fish. Fruits of various kinds such as watermelon, apples and oranges made up my wanting of something sweet and tangy. The menu doesnt really change that much for the past 2 weeks or so.  It is so tempting to buy ten gadzillions of the food the Ramadhan hawkers are selling. Many of the items are only available during this month, and that makes it more irresistable.

I realised that if I adhere to a few simple rules during the fasting month, then the one month fasting experience will be better endured..

a) Drink plenty of fluid – tea, coffee, fruit juice (a must for shuruk and usually done around 5am) and plenty of warm water

b) I try not to think while Im too hungry – so what I usually do is to break fast with some hot drinks first. Usually its warm water or black tea, or warm barley. Dates or  some local kuih is to follow next. Then, I would usually wait for at least 10 to 15 minutes before resuming main course. To avoid over purchase at the Ramadhan stall, I would make sure that I walk the entire bazaar twice so that I could absorb the whole scenario and making mental purchases before actually buying them.

c) Because the weather during the fastings is usually hot, I notice that the skin on my legs and arms are dry. The fact that I cant drink during daytime make the condition of the skin looks as if I just got back home from a long work under the sun. Creams for extra dry skin (my fav is from Body Shop) helps to eleveate this problem. Dry mist too helps to sooth the skin without getting it too oily.

d) See no evil, hear no evil, look no evil – this is easier said than done. In the line of my work, there are assholes everywhere (dear God, please forgive me). But I do try to limit my expletive French this month, and truly, deep in my heart, I hope I could continue to do this even after the fasting month.


The murder of Nurin Jazlin

As a mother, I am very saddened with the recent kidnap-molested- murder of little Nurin Jazlin. My deepest condolence to the parents, Encik Jazimin and Puan Norazian.

In my mind, there is no greater fear in the world than losing a child, this way, like this. And pray to Allah, I will not want to face the same predicament and agony of waiting and searching for a lost child.

What has bec ome to the society, to mankind in the present times, goes beyond my simple comprehension. How could someone could become so sick in his mind to sexually molest a little girl with brinjal and cucumber and then, murder her.

Is this a product of sick genes? TV? Too much porn?

The morning I found out that my then 14 year old teenager went missing from home, I felt my world came crumbling down. The fact that I know that she, in her state of confusion, must also also be feeling scared to be out there alone,  somewhere in the city. 

I was trying to push the bad mental images that kept on popping in my head, and at the same time, systematically following her usual routes, calling her usual friends. At the same time, trying very hard how we had missed the clues. There were plenty of what-ifs scenarios on that day.

Is this escapism?

The thing about staying away from the other half is to deal with the loneliness. Now, I know there are so many gadzillions people out there who would say, “Hey, I am on my own too but I dont feel lonely”. That, wasnt my point. And I wasnt talking about anyone else but me.

Spending the entire day working is a great idea to bust the feeling. Adrenaline rush caused by impossible deadlines are great too, provided you dont have a history of heart attack, or something along the line. You tend to forget the word loneliness, because you’d be spending your ass off with people in meetings, and sometimes these people are not who you want to spend the afternoon with too. I am sure most of the time this feeling is mutual, especially if the meeting is on a Friday afternoon. Who would want to have a meeting on a Friday afternoon?? sheesh..

Shopping is a great way to avoid loneliness, at least to me. I enjoy looking at stuff, even in the pharmacy. Yes, I dont mind spending a couple days in Watson’s or Guardian Pharmacy but I really didnt have the time. So I would usually end up spending just an average of an hour there. Really.

Cleaning the house is a great alternative. This is my favourite past time. That is, after spending a couple of days in the superstore, admiring all the various cleaners and picking the best mops. Well, I was kidding. No way I could have done that but then again, I really didnt mind.

Another place that I would love to spend the time is in Ikea. Now, that is what I call A place……its got great eating place. Nice comfy sofas to try out, and all those comfy looking beds..with nice fluffy pillows. Those living room mock ups are great place. Its as if stepping in to somebody else’s living room and they dont mind you touching everything. Same goes into the mock up kitchens. Truly fantastic. I can open up this jarm twist that button, etc etc and all the time knowing it will annoy the crap of me if someone else is doing the same in my kitchen.

Reading. This is truly one of my great pastime. It used to be only harcovers and no less. But then, economically speaking, hardcover and paperbacks have prices as if between heaven and earth. So I am not so picky nowadays. Speaking of reading, this, will eventually lead to the supremest escapism.

And that is taking a nap.

A True Warrior

Perjuangan Belum Selesai

Sesungguhnya tidak ada yang lebih menyayat hati
Dari melihat bangsaku dijajah
Tidak ada yang lebih menyedihkan
dari membiarkan bangsaku dihina
Air mata tiada ertinya
Sejarah silam tiada maknanya
Sekiranya bangsa tercinta terpinggir
Dipersenda dan dilupakan

Bukan kecil langkah wira bangsa
Para pejuang kemerdekaan
Bagi menegakkan kemuliaan
Dan darjat bangsa
Selangkah bererti mara
Mengharung sejuta dugaan
Biarkan bertatih
asalkan langkah itu yakin dan cermat
bagi memastikan negara
merdeka dan bangsa terpelihara
air mata sengsara
mengiringi setiap langkah bapa-bapa kita

Tugas kita bukan kecil
Kerana mengisi kemerdekaan
Rupanya lebih sukar dari bermandi
Keringat dan darah menuntutnya
Lagi pula apalah ertinya kemerdekaan
Kalau bangsaku asyik mengia
Dan menidakkan,
Mengangguk dan membenarkan,
Kerana sekalipun bangganya negara
kerana makmur dan mewahnya
bangsaku masih melata
dan meminta-minta di negaranya sendiri

Bukan kecil tugas kita
Meneruskan perjuangan kemerdekaan kita
Kerana rupanya selain memerdekakan,
Mengisi kemerdekaan jauh lebih sengsara

Bangsaku bukan kecil hati dan jiwanya
Bukankah sejak zaman berzaman
Mereka menjadi pelaut, pengembara
Malah penakluk terkemuka?
Bukankah mereka sudah mengembangkan sayap
Menjadi pedagang dan peniaga
Selain menjadi ulama dan ilmuwan terbilang?
Bukankah bangsaku pernah mengharung
Samudera menjajah dunia yang tak dikenal
Bukankah mereka pernah menjadi
wira serantau
Yang tidak mengenal erti takut dan kematian?

Tugas kita belum selesai rupanya
Bagi memartabat dan memuliakan bangsa
kerana hanya bangsa yang berjaya
akan sentiasa dihormati
Rupanya masih jauh dan berliku jalan kita
Bukan sekadar memerdeka dan mengisinya
tetapi mengangkat darjat dan kemuliaan
buat selama-lamanya
Hari ini, jalan ini pasti semakin berliku
Kerana masa depan belum menjanjikan syurga
Bagi mereka yang lemah dan mudah kecewa

Perjuangan kita belum selesai
Kerana hanya yang cekal dan tabah
Dapat membina mercu tanda
Bangsanya yang berjaya.

Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad

Read the news about Dr M’s coronary bypass operation by The Star here. 

I am one among the thousands of Malaysians who is a great admirer of Dr M. This man, to me, has pushed Malaysia towards its modernisation and equality in the eyes of the giants.

I will pray for his full recovery.

Briyani ala Hanie


Ive always cooked up something fancy for the weekend guests, mostly friends of Lyn. These teenagers love nothing better than the regular pasta, or mee goreng or some other teenager-esque kind of food. This time, I thought, thing should change. So I decided to throw caution to the wind and cooked Briyani. I called it Briyani ala Hanie as it is a bit unconventional but tastes great. The lauk was not kurma but instead ayam masak merah or chicken cooked in red tomato gravy. Not spicy at all eventhough the look might be a tad deceiving.

The pickled cucumber was delicious with lemon juice from 2 lemons. I cheated a bit by adding some ready made spices from the shop but basically it contained all of my fav stuff inside – plenty of yellow and red raisins and cashew nuts. I was ever so tempted to add on some pistachios to give it extra kick but stop short of doing that in case the kids would stay away from it. And pistachios are not that cheap.

The briyani and the chicken were gone in minutes. I managed to snap some pixs of it. Lyn was complaining that she had to eat on the “expensive plate” and refused to wash it!

Evening Solace

The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;­
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame’s or Wealth’s illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.

But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart’s best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back­a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others’ sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress­
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.

~ Charlotte Bronte

Cats Galore


Ive decided to post our cats’ pixs here. Not so easy as most of them wont sit still. They keep on pushing and turning to their sides, just when I decided to click away. The above pix belongs to Baby. She loves nothing but to sleep on the porch when the sun just comes out in the morning. She would show her fluffy belly and gives you the sweetest look.

Furb This is Furby, our rojak coloured female cat. She saw Lyn walking from the pool and decided she wanted to keep her as her human, or so the story went. Lyn picked her up and bundled her in her towel and brought her home. I thought she has the loveliest eyes for a cat. But not long after, we realised that she didnt want anyone to touch her tail. The next day, we took her to the vet and found that part of her tail was crushed. We didnt realised it earlier as the tail was bushy and the blood were all encrusted around the crushed tail part.

It took her about 2 weeks to recover from an operation. The vet decided that Furby could keep her tail as it would be a sad thing if they decided to just cut it away as it was rotting quite badly.


Comel or Meme or Mama Meme Toyong is our very first cat. She joined our family more than 7 years ago as a kitten. And she grew up to be a fussy mama. She commands high respect from the other cats. They will let her have her biscuits first without anyone else interupting her meals. After when she’s done, then only the rest will eat.

Comel was picked up among kittens belonging to a stray mama cat which lived nearby our apartment (we have moved out from that place a couple of years ago). It was Lyn’s idea.

Anyways, nowadays Meme enjoys eating wet food as her teeth has started to fall and sun bathing on the porch just like any other pampered fussy mama puss would.

Mama PetiteSagarThis is Sagar 😉

Mama Petite together with her 2 kittens were rescued from a housing area. Her kittens, named Zoe and Sagar, were badly disfigured, courtesy of some evil people who poured hot water on their bodies and cut off both ends of their ears. Petite herself was badly scalded. We nursed them back to health and now Petite enjoys nothing more but to play in the garden. Zoe and Sagar had decided to view the world and left home.

Georgie GirlGeorgie Girl, the house’s super duper diva. Loves nothing but to groom herself on the porch, under the morning sun. Stares at you if you try to touch her super duper pretty tail.

SnuggleSnuggle aka Nuggle Nuggle aka the Sissy Boy. This jantan is nothing but pure manja. He sleeps on my pillow almost every night and enjoys a good snuggle when it rains.

MayokoMayoko, the truly lost child. She came meowing to our front door one cold, rainy evening and we gladly opened up our home and hearts to her. Truly blessed with gentle demeanor, Mayoko is not so lost anymore.