Ramadhan tak habis lagi....
tapi memandangkan posting kat blog ni sangatlah far in between, maka anggaplah ini posting terakhir dalam Ramadhan...
Ramadhan tahun ni, sempat le merasa tarawih kat 2 masjid besar: Masjid Putra & Masjid Sultan Mizan.
Tujuan asalnya nak tengok Masjid Sultan Mizan yang baru dan gah itu, tapi kerana tak buat homework untuk survey jalan nak pegi sana, kerana dah terlambat, kami buat keputusan pegi ke masjid yang dah tau jalan iaitu Masjid Putra.
Kali kedua, selepas dah survey jalan, barulah berjaya sampai ke Masjid Sultan Mizan.
Kesimpulannya: Tarawih kat Masjid Putra lagi best dari Masjid Sultan Mizan.
Kenapa?
1) Masjid Sultan Mizan masih tiada penghadang untuk pisahkan jemaah lelaki dan perempuan. Jadi, kena la bersopan santun masa nak pakai kain sembahyang (masa nak mula) atau nak lucutkan kain sembahyang (lepas habis). mungkin sementara je kot situasi nih... maklumlah, baru lagi... landskap pun takde lagi...
2) Masjid Sultan Mizan macam kurang meriah. Agaknya pasal masjid ni terbuka, jadi macam tiada gema jemaah mengaminkan doa imam. Kalau masjid lain, rasanya macam berdengung-dengung 'Amin' nya...
3) Bacaan imam Masjid Putra lagi sedap... he..he.. rasanya ada 'bias' sikit kat sini coz dari suaranya, imam tu macam muda je...
Dengan berakhirnya Ramadhan, selamat hari raya kepada kesemua (dua) orang yang membaca blog ini. Tahun ni saye cuti raya lama sikit... seminggu di Johor... err... rumah saya takde open house, kalau nak datang, kite jumpa kat KFC Jusco Equine ye...
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
while you were waiting...
It’s been a while…
For all two of you who read my blog, sorry for the lack of update. As I mentioned before, I found writing is really hard. Those who knows me, know that I could talk for hours on the phone or even face to face (well, most of my friends are quiet persons). So, this thing is really new to me. I’ve yet to adopt the habit of carrying notebook everywhere to jot down my thoughts to be blogged later. So, bear with me, you two. ;)
Recently, a close friend lost his father. (Az, condolences to you). Any death made me sad. I seldom cry but I always cry at funerals. Heck, I even cry watching death in movies. Once, I cried at a distance relative’s funeral, made my mom looking at me weirdly (sejak bile anak aku ni kuat nangis?!).
However, when my grandmother (on my father’s side) died last month, I was so shocked by her death that I didn’t even feel like crying. And I also mengelak from seeing her for the last time because of the previous trauma that I had when my grandpa (on my mom’s side) passed away. Furthermore, it’s like nobody has time to even berkabung. You see, my grandma lived in a kampung that still has old tradition. In any event of death, the whole kampung will be coming to the house at night after Isyak to recite yasin & tahlil. So, the close relatives (children, grandchildren) will be busy cooking dinner for the people coming. I found this rather sad because my grandma had a very large family, with 12 children and so many grandchildren, great grandchildren & great-great grandchildren, instead of everyone gathering at home and recite yasin for her, everyone’s busy in the kitchen cooking. This is so different from when my grandfather (on my mother’s side) died 7 years ago.
My grandpa died after Subuh. After his Solat Subuh at the mosque, he felt chest pain and couldn’t even wait for the doa after solat and ride his motocycle home. Then, he just went, on my grandma’s lap and my uncle’s family who lived with him. The entire family were quite shocked because my grandpa was never really sick. In fact, just the day before, as what he did everyday, he still worked hard in his kebun. So, on the night of his death, the whole family (8 children, 8 in-laws, and several grandchildren), solat maghrib, isyak & tarawikh berjemaah, recite yasin and tahlil for him, lead by the eldest son. I think, there’s two people from kampung came in but since we didn’t expect them, we only serve them tea and some leftover from buka puasa. They came home after the yasin, didn’t even wait for the tahlil, maybe because they felt awkward. So, it was that very night that the family discussed about the inheritance, the debt owed, everything that needed to be discussed, because they weren’t tired from the cooking.
I’m not condemning my father’s side or applauding my mother’s side, it’s just an observation.
Oh, and the trauma? I think I was getting high fever on and off for the whole month from the shock. So, to avoid that, I’d rather not see my grandma then.
So, to all my friends who lost somebody, I dedicate the song ‘Bye bye’ by Mariah Carey, which creepily regularly I’d listened to since Nov 08, coz that’s the first song on my MP3 player in the car.
For all two of you who read my blog, sorry for the lack of update. As I mentioned before, I found writing is really hard. Those who knows me, know that I could talk for hours on the phone or even face to face (well, most of my friends are quiet persons). So, this thing is really new to me. I’ve yet to adopt the habit of carrying notebook everywhere to jot down my thoughts to be blogged later. So, bear with me, you two. ;)
Recently, a close friend lost his father. (Az, condolences to you). Any death made me sad. I seldom cry but I always cry at funerals. Heck, I even cry watching death in movies. Once, I cried at a distance relative’s funeral, made my mom looking at me weirdly (sejak bile anak aku ni kuat nangis?!).
However, when my grandmother (on my father’s side) died last month, I was so shocked by her death that I didn’t even feel like crying. And I also mengelak from seeing her for the last time because of the previous trauma that I had when my grandpa (on my mom’s side) passed away. Furthermore, it’s like nobody has time to even berkabung. You see, my grandma lived in a kampung that still has old tradition. In any event of death, the whole kampung will be coming to the house at night after Isyak to recite yasin & tahlil. So, the close relatives (children, grandchildren) will be busy cooking dinner for the people coming. I found this rather sad because my grandma had a very large family, with 12 children and so many grandchildren, great grandchildren & great-great grandchildren, instead of everyone gathering at home and recite yasin for her, everyone’s busy in the kitchen cooking. This is so different from when my grandfather (on my mother’s side) died 7 years ago.
My grandpa died after Subuh. After his Solat Subuh at the mosque, he felt chest pain and couldn’t even wait for the doa after solat and ride his motocycle home. Then, he just went, on my grandma’s lap and my uncle’s family who lived with him. The entire family were quite shocked because my grandpa was never really sick. In fact, just the day before, as what he did everyday, he still worked hard in his kebun. So, on the night of his death, the whole family (8 children, 8 in-laws, and several grandchildren), solat maghrib, isyak & tarawikh berjemaah, recite yasin and tahlil for him, lead by the eldest son. I think, there’s two people from kampung came in but since we didn’t expect them, we only serve them tea and some leftover from buka puasa. They came home after the yasin, didn’t even wait for the tahlil, maybe because they felt awkward. So, it was that very night that the family discussed about the inheritance, the debt owed, everything that needed to be discussed, because they weren’t tired from the cooking.
I’m not condemning my father’s side or applauding my mother’s side, it’s just an observation.
Oh, and the trauma? I think I was getting high fever on and off for the whole month from the shock. So, to avoid that, I’d rather not see my grandma then.
So, to all my friends who lost somebody, I dedicate the song ‘Bye bye’ by Mariah Carey, which creepily regularly I’d listened to since Nov 08, coz that’s the first song on my MP3 player in the car.
Friday, August 1, 2008
going the opposite way…
Warning: this is a ‘fuel price hike’ ranting!
Did you feel the crunch yet?
At first, it wasn’t much of a crunch for me. Why? Because I have a small car, running on 6L/100km. Coincidentally, 4th June was the last day of my Basic Japanese Language class. After that, no more traveling to PJ twice weekly, until next class started. And I had also filled up the tank on that day, not knowing the price will increased.
The RM50 filled-up lasted for about 11 days.
Then the nightmare started. The next filled-up was RM75, which was totally expected. What caught me off guard was, it lasted for about 8 days (the classes started again!). Which means my daily fuel consumption is now RM10, therefore, I need to increase my monthly fuel budget from RM200 to RM300. I was already scraping by as it is, so, I took it off my meal budget. It was probably the worst decision ever, because apparently, food prices were also increasing everywhere. Even the 2-for-1 bread deal that I know of at Jusco is hardly available now. So, what a girl with a single limited income to do?
I went on a beige spending.
I was a planner, at least in my personal life. (If it was about my work, I’m a chronic procrastinator). If I decided to buy new shoes, it usually took me about 2 month to buy it as I was saving for it before buying. However, after seeing prices increases left and right, I went on a panic mode and started spending on things that I was planning to buy later. I bought a new pair of shoes, splurge on a western lunch, bought a new dress, 3 pair of pants and a handful of shirts.
And the biggest splurge of all, climbing Mount Fuji in Japan.
This year, I was hoping to climb Mount Fuji when I stumbled upon the Mt Fuji package last year. The package was RM3k. I’d been scrimping for it since last year and I managed to save at least for the package, which not include spending money. However, this year, the package cost ballooned to RM5k. So, I decided, maybe I’ll do it next year instead. This was before the fuel price hike.
After the fuel hike, and learning that this year’s group was a very small group (less than 5) and there might not be any climbing expedition next year, I went into panic mode again & decided to pack my bags and go climb a mountain. Damn you, crude oil! You make me do things I normally hate.
I’ll tell you all about it next time.
Did you feel the crunch yet?
At first, it wasn’t much of a crunch for me. Why? Because I have a small car, running on 6L/100km. Coincidentally, 4th June was the last day of my Basic Japanese Language class. After that, no more traveling to PJ twice weekly, until next class started. And I had also filled up the tank on that day, not knowing the price will increased.
The RM50 filled-up lasted for about 11 days.
Then the nightmare started. The next filled-up was RM75, which was totally expected. What caught me off guard was, it lasted for about 8 days (the classes started again!). Which means my daily fuel consumption is now RM10, therefore, I need to increase my monthly fuel budget from RM200 to RM300. I was already scraping by as it is, so, I took it off my meal budget. It was probably the worst decision ever, because apparently, food prices were also increasing everywhere. Even the 2-for-1 bread deal that I know of at Jusco is hardly available now. So, what a girl with a single limited income to do?
I went on a beige spending.
I was a planner, at least in my personal life. (If it was about my work, I’m a chronic procrastinator). If I decided to buy new shoes, it usually took me about 2 month to buy it as I was saving for it before buying. However, after seeing prices increases left and right, I went on a panic mode and started spending on things that I was planning to buy later. I bought a new pair of shoes, splurge on a western lunch, bought a new dress, 3 pair of pants and a handful of shirts.
And the biggest splurge of all, climbing Mount Fuji in Japan.
This year, I was hoping to climb Mount Fuji when I stumbled upon the Mt Fuji package last year. The package was RM3k. I’d been scrimping for it since last year and I managed to save at least for the package, which not include spending money. However, this year, the package cost ballooned to RM5k. So, I decided, maybe I’ll do it next year instead. This was before the fuel price hike.
After the fuel hike, and learning that this year’s group was a very small group (less than 5) and there might not be any climbing expedition next year, I went into panic mode again & decided to pack my bags and go climb a mountain. Damn you, crude oil! You make me do things I normally hate.
I’ll tell you all about it next time.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
kindness still exists in this cruel world...
check out this video to know what happened to me yesterday....
http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=4826897
it's saturday and i was on my way to Cheras when i heard a very loud sound...
apparently, i've been driving with 3 tyres and a rim from Cyberjaya. and knowing me, it is a very high possibility that i might drove that way from Bukit Jalil as well...
yeah, i'm absent-minded like that...
i stopped at the emergency lane and called my auto-assistance. nobody came.
After 30 minutes, as i took out the spare tyre and the jack (is that what it was called?), i kept thinking what did i pay my auto assist for? so that they could held annual dinner at big hotels? so, i leave them at the roadside and continue waiting.
suddenly, a Honda sedan WBN XX (i don't know what model) stopped and ask me what's wrong. After i explained, one of them decided that they'll just changed it. As they changed my tyre, i just looked on and my mind continued in its numb state until they finished it. While i'd probably thanked them several times, i didn't even asked their names.
yeah, still, i'm absent-minded like that...
so, am i considered rude & ungrateful?
also, do people usually pay good deeds like that?
teach me how to properly socialised with people.... HELP!!!
http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=4826897
it's saturday and i was on my way to Cheras when i heard a very loud sound...
apparently, i've been driving with 3 tyres and a rim from Cyberjaya. and knowing me, it is a very high possibility that i might drove that way from Bukit Jalil as well...
yeah, i'm absent-minded like that...
i stopped at the emergency lane and called my auto-assistance. nobody came.
After 30 minutes, as i took out the spare tyre and the jack (is that what it was called?), i kept thinking what did i pay my auto assist for? so that they could held annual dinner at big hotels? so, i leave them at the roadside and continue waiting.
suddenly, a Honda sedan WBN XX (i don't know what model) stopped and ask me what's wrong. After i explained, one of them decided that they'll just changed it. As they changed my tyre, i just looked on and my mind continued in its numb state until they finished it. While i'd probably thanked them several times, i didn't even asked their names.
yeah, still, i'm absent-minded like that...
so, am i considered rude & ungrateful?
also, do people usually pay good deeds like that?
teach me how to properly socialised with people.... HELP!!!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
my new life in Selangor
i miss my home in JB....
i miss the spacious house...
i miss the fully furnished home...
i miss the proximity to shops and banks...
i miss the friendly and dependable mechanic at workshop near the house...
i miss cooking at home...
i miss singapore TV & radio channel...
i miss washing my car at the spacious car porch...
i miss washing my laundry using washing machine...
i miss sun-drying my clothes at the porch...
i miss talking nonsense with my friendly neighbor...
i miss the private office...
i miss my supercool ex-boss...
i miss my colleague at the sales department...
most of all, i miss the zero cost of 'balik kampung'... no toll, no fuel expenses, no extra mileage on the car...
instead, i'm stuck here with 'freaking Puchong' (yes, i still got lost there), super annoying housemates, no gas cooker, no washing machine, no dining table, 'dark' neighborhood (apsal orang kat sini suka bunuh2 orang?), and most importantly, only 6 TV channel...
the only bright side is, maybe, just maybe, i could relook in continuing my Masters & probably revisit Japanese Language lessons. hope it's enough to carry me thru the years...
i miss the spacious house...
i miss the fully furnished home...
i miss the proximity to shops and banks...
i miss the friendly and dependable mechanic at workshop near the house...
i miss cooking at home...
i miss singapore TV & radio channel...
i miss washing my car at the spacious car porch...
i miss washing my laundry using washing machine...
i miss sun-drying my clothes at the porch...
i miss talking nonsense with my friendly neighbor...
i miss the private office...
i miss my supercool ex-boss...
i miss my colleague at the sales department...
most of all, i miss the zero cost of 'balik kampung'... no toll, no fuel expenses, no extra mileage on the car...
instead, i'm stuck here with 'freaking Puchong' (yes, i still got lost there), super annoying housemates, no gas cooker, no washing machine, no dining table, 'dark' neighborhood (apsal orang kat sini suka bunuh2 orang?), and most importantly, only 6 TV channel...
the only bright side is, maybe, just maybe, i could relook in continuing my Masters & probably revisit Japanese Language lessons. hope it's enough to carry me thru the years...
Thursday, March 20, 2008
freaking Puchong!
no offense to all my friends living in Puchong...
i totally forgot how irritating Klang Valley road can be....
for the record, i have no sense of direction.
that's why, i prefer to look up places in the map before i actually went there. i couldn't wing it, not with confusing road signs Malaysia's famously associated with.
but last saturday was different.all i wanted was only a freaking shelf/wardrobe to store my stuff. i was living out of a suitcase (rather, being a girl, 2 suitcases) for 2 months now and i've had enough. so, i thought, why not just go to Giant, grab one, go home. that's it. pretty simple, right?
WRONG!
Murphy's Law kicks in.
Murphy's Law in shopping-the supermarket is selling everything but what you want.
Went to Giant and decided on a 5-tier wire shelf. no stock. but i really need it, so i thought, why not go to Tesco. it's only 5km away, right?
WRONG!
freaking Puchong's road signs. i have no idea that the 'turn left' sign is for the 100m ahead. so, now i'm lost in the housing area. with no sign. 10 minutes wasting fuel and herding honk from other motorists, finally on the correct road. then i saw Tesco, on the OPPOSITE SIDE of the road. now have to find U turn. long story short, missed it! not only i missed it, i also got lost in the different side of Puchong. the 'pekan' side of Puchong, with dusty roads, wood shophouses, big bushes. i have no idea how to get to the 'big town' Puchong. i didn't even know where is north and where south. did i mention that this is at 8.00pm?! after another 20-30 minutes,i finally arrived at Tesco. guess what! Tesco did not sell shelves! they have airbag mattress, plastic drawers... heck, they even had the whole outdoor camping gear: foldable bed, tents, portable gas cooker... but no shelf.
oh! if you think that wasn't bad enough, imagine doing all that on high heels.
FREAKING PUCHONG!!! i'll be back and next time, i'll conquer you, PUCHONG!!!! (throwing fist!!!)
what i really hate, in all this, is my logical thinking. why do i do all this on a Saturday, when i usually have the weekday off (it's part of working shift perks)? where's the logic?
i totally forgot how irritating Klang Valley road can be....
for the record, i have no sense of direction.
that's why, i prefer to look up places in the map before i actually went there. i couldn't wing it, not with confusing road signs Malaysia's famously associated with.
but last saturday was different.all i wanted was only a freaking shelf/wardrobe to store my stuff. i was living out of a suitcase (rather, being a girl, 2 suitcases) for 2 months now and i've had enough. so, i thought, why not just go to Giant, grab one, go home. that's it. pretty simple, right?
WRONG!
Murphy's Law kicks in.
Murphy's Law in shopping-the supermarket is selling everything but what you want.
Went to Giant and decided on a 5-tier wire shelf. no stock. but i really need it, so i thought, why not go to Tesco. it's only 5km away, right?
WRONG!
freaking Puchong's road signs. i have no idea that the 'turn left' sign is for the 100m ahead. so, now i'm lost in the housing area. with no sign. 10 minutes wasting fuel and herding honk from other motorists, finally on the correct road. then i saw Tesco, on the OPPOSITE SIDE of the road. now have to find U turn. long story short, missed it! not only i missed it, i also got lost in the different side of Puchong. the 'pekan' side of Puchong, with dusty roads, wood shophouses, big bushes. i have no idea how to get to the 'big town' Puchong. i didn't even know where is north and where south. did i mention that this is at 8.00pm?! after another 20-30 minutes,i finally arrived at Tesco. guess what! Tesco did not sell shelves! they have airbag mattress, plastic drawers... heck, they even had the whole outdoor camping gear: foldable bed, tents, portable gas cooker... but no shelf.
so, i was heading home until i saw IOI mall. ok, may be jusco had it. i'm here already. why not, right? i'll tell you why not. SATURDAY IS JUSCO'S BUSIEST DAY! the parking's a 'sundel bolong' nightmare. the staff is really busy. the wire shelf sold was not what i wanted, and very expensive too. so, i settled for a wardrobe. head to the car and drive home. NOT!
forgot to validate the parking ticket. another nightmare of finding empty parking space. out of the car. walk into store again. in the car again. drove home. it's already 10.30pm.
safe and sound? NOT!
the key broke in the door knob. had to call my sublet-er who's 1 hour away to open the door. she was irritated but i had no choice. (later i found out she's in an accident on her way home after opening the door for me-totally creep me out coz i've a feeling that my bad luck somehow rub off on her)
already tired of all the negative energy all night, i just went straight to bed and determined to DIY the wardrobe tomorrow.
Morning time, had my Nescafe 3in1, and began working. a few hiccups, and it was done. i'm happy and began to put in all my clothes there immediately. then left for work. (yes, i work on Sunday. it's a shift thing.)
i went home to a collapsed wardrobe. AARRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
when it rains, it's not only pours, it's flash flood in z-zah's world.
oh! if you think that wasn't bad enough, imagine doing all that on high heels.
FREAKING PUCHONG!!! i'll be back and next time, i'll conquer you, PUCHONG!!!! (throwing fist!!!)
what i really hate, in all this, is my logical thinking. why do i do all this on a Saturday, when i usually have the weekday off (it's part of working shift perks)? where's the logic?
Saturday, March 8, 2008
do i look desperate in this skirt?
noo... i'm not talking about 'that' desperation...
it's about my new year resolution #1.
I went to one particular bank to apply for the refinancing. being the 'always ready, sometimes to a fault' me, i came bearing all the documents needed.
her: we only accept loan above 100k. me: i've consult your fellow officer. below 100k no problem. her: we only finance 90% of the house value. me: i know. that's why i asked for a 50k loan. her: how much is your house value? me: i don't know, that's for you to find out. (you see, banks have their own panel of valuers) her: (after finding out the house value is 70k) you should take 63k loan. me: i don't want to. i need 50k only. the house need to be fully paid in 5 years. i can't do that with 63k loan. her: then, we need bank certification for your salary bank statement. me: there aren't that many branches. i don't want to waste my time. the online statement print-out is good enough. (it has the bank's copyrighted print) her: in that case, we need kiosk-printed EPF statement me: (sheepishly took it out from my pile of papers) her: (shocked) oh! you have it... (probably thinking why won't this girl go!!)
it's about my new year resolution #1.
I went to one particular bank to apply for the refinancing. being the 'always ready, sometimes to a fault' me, i came bearing all the documents needed.
- a copy of IC
- certified copy of 3 months payslip
- letter from employer
- bank statement (where the salary is bank-in)
- EPF statement - from i-akaun
- a copy of S&P agreement
- previous bank loan statement
to be safe, i also bring
- local council tax bill - as proof of ownership
- EPF statement - from EPF kiosk
apparently, small loan amount gets no cheer from bank officers. as soon i mentioned i want a 50k loan, she's been trying to show me the door several times while i stubbornly stayed.
Here's her several attempts:
after several minutes, she finally relented and fill out the application form.
Hon, hope to hear from you in 7-10 business days.
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