A Quote Story .... Part 2 :=)))

A Quote Story... Part 1

We have no right to judge others...

That is what we always said. We make no judgement of others but when the other person's actions smacked right onto your face...don't we come to a conclusion / judgement of that person? Even if it hurts so much through the person's inconsideration, thoughtlessness, selfishness...are we just supposed to forgive and accept? Can we...as human? Then, we just take a deep breath, buried it deep inside the recesses of our minds and...just go on like nothing has ever happened? Forgive but never forget the lessons it taught us? Accept because that is what has already been fated / decreed to happen? Don't we have any rights at all to feel? It is not easy but as the quote say : "Because who you are tomorrow may be better than who I am today". Hopefully so..... Nothing in life is ever easy....

The Reasons I Blog .... :-}

It's 19th Ramadhan 1433H. Wednesday, 8th August 2012. The third stage of Ramadhan starts tonight.

One of the office staff found my blog!!! :-0!!!! She saw me and quoted a post I had written. I could just smile at her and although her command of the English language is moderate, I hope it would help her to improve her language.   :-)  Since she is reading about somebody she knows, it would be quite interesting. At least there is some use of my blog. Anyway, a blog is actually quite public since I have no control over who views it. It is listed in the blog list although I could limit the search engines to Google only. Why am I blogging?

Hmmm... why? Firstly, it was due to En. Jusni, my ICT lecturer at IPDA. Secondly, I need an outlet for my thoughts and experiences that I have gone through in my life since I do not write a diary anymore. I used to be a faithful diary writer. Every year without fail. But, since diaries are becoming scarce and redundant in this new age of technology,  I decided that blogging sort of make up for it. Except that it is not too personal. I told my sons about it hoping that one day, when nostalgia hits them or I am no longer around, they might be interested to get to know their mother better. Perhaps, they will understand her better. Finally, I hope, whoever reads my blog (at this moment of time - 2183 page  reviews) will learn something from it, motivated by it, inspired by it (ha..ha.. :-D) and become wiser because of it.

I started blogging way back in 2008. Somehow, I did something to my gmail account that I had blocked everything and it could not be accessed any more. My ICT friends tried but it could not be rectified. Hence, the new blog. I also read an article how this mother wrote letters for her children to be given to them on their 21st birthday if anything should happen to her as her link to them so that they will learn and be wiser from her collection of memoirs and experiences of them. Another fear of mine is being struck by stroke (as in my father and paternal grandmother) or the symptoms of Alzheimer (as in my mother) and whereby, nothing in the mind works anymore. It will be a sad case of where the body is willing but the mind is not. I hope, in my own small way, I will remain a part of their lives. Less important and significant as the years go by but a meaningful part of them. InsyaAllah.

Thus, the lyrics from Michael Jackson's song - "One Day in Your Life" - means a lot to me and to those very dear and near.

One day in your life
You'll remember a place
Someone's touching your face
You'll come back and you'll look around you......
 One day in your life
You'll remember the love you found here
You'll remember me, somehow
Though you don't need me now
I will stay in your heart
And when things fall apart
You'll remember one day.......  

A dear friend suggested to turn the posts in the blog into a book. Ha..Ha.. who would want to read about me! Maybe one day, I would have to make a hard copy of this in case I lose everything in cyber space again. Just like my scrap book. It's part of me. Only someone would know and understand the significant of it. I used to put in a lot of photos to make it more personal but when I noticed that there are others whom I do not know read my blog, I decided to take out most significant ones. Thus, I add in beautiful quotes that somehow expressed just what I want to say. Hence, I still make it personal. Dear readers or page reviewers, do feel free to leave positive comments that might benefit not only me but others. InsyaAllah. Thank you for taking time to read and enjoy my ramblings. Hope it was worth the time spent.  :=)))

3 AUGUST 2012 - 7th year of Mak's passing ....

It's the 7th year. Yet, it feels like yesterday. Still loved. Still missed. Always close in the heart. There's so much of her in us that she never actually let us go. We never actually felt the loss. I always turned to her in my mind and heart when I needed somebody to listen to me. Somebody who would very gently sit next to me and talked about other things besides what was troubling me to distract my thoughts. Someone unknowingly but instinctively knew that something was wrong but would never ask until I was ready to tell her. Someone who respected your privacy and never intruded on your territory. Someone who never nagged and accepted whatever decision I had made whether it was a wise or stupid one. Someone who would not tell me when I was wrong but let you wisely experienced the mistakes and made amends. Someone who accepted me and loved me no matter what stupid, crazy, illegal, childish or very adult actions I might have done.  :-D  She always said any of us could always come home. Adik did. Hanah did. With all their children and bags. She never asked or intruded but gave them space and time out to work out their problems. She welcomed them with love and protectiveness. She took over taking care of the children until their better half turned up to talk things over.

Her sons in-law loved her. Respected her quiet, dignified ways. Her delicious, home-cooked food which none of the daughters could emulate...:-{  Her non-intrusive ways into their lives. Her non-involvement into her children affairs. She was the embodiment of United Nations...:-D  Her patience, unconditional love and understanding even if that child refused to visit her or came home. She only had one daughter in-law which was Hamid's wife. When Hamid was diagnosed with tuberculosis, she took care of him for almost 3 years. Mala was back in Kedah with her family to protect the children from being infected. Since Mak herself was a TB patient, she undertook the task with open heart and mind. She never criticized Mala's decision to live apart. Hamid loved his children whom he was very close with. When he finally got through his treatment, he went back to Kedah with his family. One thing about Mak, she never held any of her children back from their decision. She was a very accepting lady. Her generosity knew no bounds. We always thought she was too generous to a fault.

Sitting between Mak and Bapak graves at Peringgit... ;-0

Today, I pay tribute to my late mother, Che Poon binti Suki. Loved and missed but never out of my heart or mind. I learned patience, discipline, open-minded, accepting, generosity and understanding from her. She was 71 when she passed away. Her children inherited her fair skin (plus the freckles), youthful looks, straight black hair, gentle disposition, sweet nature and cooking skills (FINALLY!!! :-D ) and never expecting anything in return. We held on to her adage - "Biar orang buat kita, jangan kita buat orang" - even though it took our whole lives to finally accept and live with it as she did.  :-)  That's how she taught us i.e. by letting us learned and understood it with time. - in her own quiet, unintrusive way. Not forcing it unto us. She gave her love but never expecting it to be returned. Thus, she was loved so much more. I loved her then. I love her now. May every good deed I do in this world, especially in this much revered and holy month of Ramadhan will be hers. Al-Fatihah. Rest in peace, Aamiiin.

"Love grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away."