MONSTER MOM

MY PILGRIMAGE TO MEKAH

2009-11-10T19:23:00.003+11:00

Dear friends

I'll be leaving for my pilgrimage any time soon. Please pray for my safety as well as hubby. From the bottom of my heart, I beg all of you to forgive me for any wrongdoings. Love always, Junita aka Monstermom.

LET'S DONATE

2009-07-31T17:35:00.004+10:00

How lucky we are to be living in a comfortable house

What about those who only have this to live in?

While we enjoy our iftar with these food

Some only had this

While we have loved ones to share our meal with

They have to make do with what they have left

Without husbands

Without mothers

Without their little angels

LET'S DONATE TO THE

Orphans

Senior citizens

Single mothers

Those who fight in the name of jihad...

Go here for more information on how to donate.

Your donation will go to these countries :

Vietnam
Palestin
Mindanao
Kalimantan
Aceh
Rohingya
Sri Lanka
Sudan
Afghanistan
Pakistan
Selatan Thailand
Bangladesh
Kemboja
Masyarakat Uighur Malaysia

SAY NO TO ISRAEL!

2009-07-01T15:27:00.001+10:00

Grunters Of Today

2009-06-25T18:22:00.002+10:00

Maria Sharapova is judged the loudest grunter so far. At Wimbledon on Tuesday, defending champion Sharapova shattered her own personal record with a grunt of 101.2db - almost as loud as a police siren heard at close-quarters or a lion's 110 decibel roar.

Monica Seles registered 93.2 decibels, while Serena Williams, 88.9 decibels.

On the other hand, rising star Michelle Larcher de Brito's wails at the French Open could be heard three courts away, and justifiably caused her to be booed off court by spectators.

Today's grunting among female tennis stars is the norm rather than the exception. Let's see who is the best grunter amongst the world's top women players.

* Maria Sharapova 101

* Monica Seles 93.2

* Serena Williams 88.9

* Lindsay Davenport 88

* Venus Williams 85

* Victoria Azarenka 83.5

* Elena Bovina 81

* Anna Kournikova 78.5

* Kim Clijsters 75

* Elena Dementieva 73

Well, I'm fine with grunts. If you think it's too loud, just press "Mute". End of story.

And so my friends, do you think something needs to be done to govern the level of noise on the courts or just let them be?

CARPET WASH DAY

2009-06-16T23:19:00.002+10:00

ON A ONE FINE DAY, WE WERE FORCED TO DO HARD WORK BY IBU.

WE DID IT WITH JOY SINCE WE LOVE HER SO MUCH.

AND SO WE BRUSHED AND BRUSHED AND BRUSHED. WE HAD FUN. WE WERE WET BUT WE LOVED IT!

IN THE END IBU WAS SO HAPPY AND WE GOT A DOLLAR EACH. THANK YOU IBU!

DESPERATE HUSBAND

2009-06-04T18:32:00.002+10:00

Dear Technical Support,

18 months ago, I upgraded to Girlfriend 1.0 from Drinking Mates 4.2, which I had used for years without any trouble. However, there are apparently conflicts between these two products and the only solution was to try and run Girlfriend 1.0 with the sound turned off.

To make matters worse, Girlfriend 1.0 is incompatible with several other applications, such as Lads Night Out 3.1, Football 4.5, and Playboy 6.9.

Successive versions of Girlfriend proved no better.

I tried a shareware program, Slapper 2.1, but it had many bugs and left a virus in my system, forcing me to shut down completely for several weeks.

Eventually, I tried to run Girlfriend 1.2 and Girlfriend 1.0 at the same time, only to discover that when these two systems detected each other they caused severe damage to my hardware.

I eventually upgraded to Fiance 1.0, only to discover that this product soon had to be upgraded further to Wife 1.0. While Wife 1.0 tends to use up all my available resources, it does come bundled with FreeSexPlus and Cleanhouse2008.

Shortly after this upgrade, however, I found that Wife 1.0 could be very unstable and costly to run. Any mistakes I made were automatically stored in Wife 1.0's memory and could not be deleted. They then resurfaced months later when I had forgotten about them.

Wife 1.0 also has an automatic Diary, Explorer and E-mail filter, and can, without warning, launch TurboStrop and Multi-Whinge. These latter products have no Help files, and I have to try to guess what the problem is.

Additional problems are that Wife 1.0 needs updating regularly, requiring ShoeShop Browser for new attachments and Hairstyle Express which needs to be reinstalled every other week. Also, when Wife 1.0 attaches itself to my Saab 93 Convertible hard drive, it often crashes.

Wife 1..0 also comes with an irritating pop-up called MotherInLaw, which can't be turned off.

Recently I've been tempted to install Mistress 2008, but there could be problems. A friend of mine has alerted me to the fact that if Wife 1.0 detects Mistress 2008, it tends to delete all of your Money before uninstalling itself.

Help requested please

Regards,

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Dear Troubled User:

This is a very common problem that men complain about. Many people upgrade from a Girlfriend application to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program.

Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run everything. It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 1.2. It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed.

You are right that you cannot go back to Girlfriend 1.2 because Wife 1.0 is designed not to allow this. Look in your Wife 1.0 manual under 'Warnings-Alimony/Child Support.'

I recommend that you keep Wife 1.0 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the background application 'Yes Dear' to alleviate software augmentation. The best course of action is to enter the command C: \ APOLOGIZE. Because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway.

Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Overuse of its support programs will cause the system to launch the program Nag Nag 9.5. Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software.. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Diamonds 5.0.

WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3. This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.

Best of luck,

Tech Support

THE MILITARY WIFE

2009-05-12T18:22:00.002+10:00

The military wife is a special individual. When she was a girl, her dreams were bold, as bold as her fine, free gaze; And every gift of grace and mind was hers in her younger days. When she was a girl, a golden girl, with a soul as fine as fire. She could outshine the brightest jewel that a rich man's love might buy her. Yes hers could have been the glittering path through a careless, carefree life. But she fell in love with an soldier, so she became a military wife.

Away from the home of her childhood she marched at her husband's side. For she chose a wide and winding road when she became a bride. And sometimes the road was a hard one, so different from what she had planned; And sometimes she wept for the home she had left as she lay in a foreign land; And sometimes her steps would grow weary as she followed the drum and the fife; But she set about making the world her home because she was a military wife.

She learned to build a hearth for them wherever her man was sent; And she knelt to plant a garden every time he pitched their tent. Yes, she always planted a garden though she never saw it grow, For she knew before the flowers came that she would have to go. But she left each garden gladly though it cut her like a knife, For she hoped it might bring some comfort to another military wife.

To the hardships in her married life she brought one simple truth, A promise that once was spoken in the ancient words of Ruth: "Wherever you go, I will go. Wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Thy people shall be my people and thy God shall be my God." She shared his joys and sorrows as they made their way through life, For she was proud to love a soldier and to be a military wife.

She bore the weight of worrying what fate might hold in store; And the wordless fear of waiting when her soldier went to war; And the nights that she spent fearing that her waiting was in vain; And the pain of wanting someone she might never hold again. But she bore his children gladly through uncertainty and strife, And they never heard her crying for she was a military wife.

She raised a military family with the faith her love had taught her; And she gave the pride she had inside to her son and to her daughter; And she taught them to love freedom and to know what it was worth, As they helped her plant her gardens in the corners of the earth. And she never wished for better than the road they marched through life. Because she was as much a soldier as she was a military wife.

Cheap Bakery Course

2009-04-08T10:31:00.007+10:00

MLVK Tahap 1 & 2 Bidang Bakeri (Diiktiraf oleh Jabatan Pembangunan Kemahiran dan Kementerian Sumber Manusia)
9 bulan
Pembiayaan Sepenuhnya (Yuran Kursus + Elaun Sara Diri) *Elaun Sara diri termasuk kos penginapan dan makanan
Berumur 18-30 Tahun
Bujang
Sihat Tubuh Badan

Tarikh Pendaftaran : 5/4/09 - 15/4/09
Tarikh Kemasukkan: 17/4/09

Bayaran Pendaftaran: RM450
Deposit Keselamatan: RM200 (Deposit ini akan dipulangkan bila kursus berakhir dan segala barang dan peralatan dipulangkan dalam keadaan yang baik)

Anyone interested, please contact lisa@sugarflours.com or refer to the poster above.

Teaching in RS

2009-04-03T18:08:00.001+11:00

It has been 3 weeks since my last class with RS girls. They were eager to start the session as I entered the room. I started the ball rolling with some tongue twisting sentences. They practiced and teased each other as we go through the lesson.

I noticed that one of them had given birth to a girl and another one is still in a hospital with a boy waiting to be discharged in a few days time… The baby that I saw three weeks ago had already been given to her foster parent. I sensed that the mother was a bit quiet this time around. Maybe she's missing her daughter….

Anyway, we ended the lesson with telephone etiquette. As usual they will have to pick a partner and practice with each other.

One of them asked about my life. What I used to do, countries I visited etc. After telling them some stories of the countries I've been to, I reminded them that whatever they do or wherever they go, they must not forget who they are and why they are here on this earth. Knowing English is a bonus and they should try their best. Even if they speak broken English, I'm thankful that they are not afraid to try. What really matters is our mentality and not the language we speak….

MM signs off.

Driving style

2009-03-03T19:32:00.001+11:00

I can’t understand why some men like to drive with their hand/arm dangling out the window. Is it so cool to drive that way? You could just see their faces as you drive pass them. How does it feel? Good?

Maybe these people have BIID (Body Integrity Identity Disorder) syndrome. It’s a rare condition which compels its sufferers to want to amputate, or paralyze, their own healthy limbs. I think that will be the answer to my question.

I tried it once and it only last two seconds. Sorry to say, it is plain silly. Besides, it’s dangerous. My brain starts throwing all sorts of “What if” questions….
But then again it is not a crime to do that. So, what the heck…

I really wish that I could bring along a ruler/cane/rotan so as to whip those hands as I drive past them. That would be cheeky!!!!

Driving Style ..
One hand on steering wheel, one hand out of window. - Sydney
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One hand on steering wheel, one hand on horn - Japan
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One hand on steering wheel, one hand on newspaper, foot solidly on Accelerator... - Boston
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Both hands on steering wheel, eyes shut, both feet on brake, quivering in terror - New York
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Both hands in air, gesturing, both feet on accelerator, head turned to talk to someone in back seat - Italy
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One hand on horn,
One hand on holding gear,
One ear listening to loud music,
One ear on cell phone,
One foot on accelerator,
One foot on clutch,
Nothing on break,
Eyes on females in next car,"THIS IS INDIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Remember this?

2009-02-26T21:10:00.004+11:00

Hmmm....

I teach I learn

2009-02-23T23:02:00.001+11:00

I've always wanted to volunteer. Give back to society. Now that I have the time, I've made the first move. Fortunately, I was offered a slot to teach English to a group of troubled teenagers who are placed in a shelter home about 50 minutes away from my house. Distance doesn't matter. Where there is a will, there is a way. I decided to teach them how to speak simple English.

My first class started last week where I was greeted by 14 sweet girls with all kinds of history. I was taken by surprise when I saw a teenager taking care of her beautiful baby girl waiting to be taken away by a foster parent while another three girls told me shyly that they'll give birth in few months time.

I've entered into a new territory. I thought about my daughter. Her future, her dream….

Breaking the ice session was successful as most of them could speak English. Only a few had difficulties in pronouncing words. I asked them to introduce themselves and answer a question – What makes you different from other people. We had fun. One girl introduced herself and told me that what makes her different is she lies to everybody. I was taken aback but quickly recovered by giving them some homework.

The first session was a quick one as I don't want to pressure them. I bid them goodbye and prayed that they'll have the strength to live and be a new person. As I drove back, I kept thinking of them, their parents, their stories and the sadness in their eyes as they saw me leave. I heard one of them yelling for me to come back the next week….

Till then, MM signs off.

FREE

2009-02-21T14:05:00.004+11:00

THIS IS MY ANSWER TO THE SO-CALLED FIGHTERS OF MUSLIM WOMEN (SIS)

What goes through your mind?
As you sit there looking at me
Well I can tell from your looks
That you think I'm so oppressed
But I don't need for you to liberate me

My head is not bare
And you can't see my covered hair
So you sit there and you stare
And you judge me with your glare

You're sure I'm in despair
But are you not aware
Under this scarf that I wear
I have feelings, and I do care

CHORUS:
So don't you see?
That I'm truly free
This piece of scarf on me
I wear so proudly
To preserve my dignity...
My modesty
My integrity
So don't judge me
Open your eyes and see...

“Why can't you just accept me?” she says
“Why can't I just be me?” she says
Time and time again
You speak of democracy
Yet you rob me of my liberty
All I want is equality
Why can't you just let me be free?

For you I sing this song
My sister, may you always be strong
From you I've learnt so much
How you suffer so much
Yet you forgive those who laugh at you

You walk with no fear
Through the insults you hear
Your wish so sincere
That they'd understand you

But before you walk away
This time you turn and say:
But don't you see?
That I'm truly free
This piece of scarf on me
I wear so proudly
To preserve my dignity
My modesty
My integrity
So let me be

She says with a smile
I'm the one who's free

Sung by Sami Yusuf

LET THE POSTERS DO THE TALKING

2008-12-30T15:45:00.008+11:00

I've stopped buying them and I feel good about it. You can too.

Posters courtesy from http://pkskrukut.multiply.com/photos/album/4/BOIKOT_PRODUK_AMERIKA_amp_ISRAEL

HAPPY NEW YEAR/SALAM MAAL HIJRAH FROM MONSTERMOM

The English Language

2008-12-29T14:36:00.002+11:00

I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough.
Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, laugh and through.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps.

Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
That looks like beard and sounds like bird;
And dead: it's said like bed and not like bead.
For goodness sake don;t call it deed.
Watch out for meat and great and threat;
They rhyme with suite and straight and debt.

A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother;
And here is not a match for there.
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear.
And then there's dose and rose and lose -
Just look them up - and goose and choose,
And cork and work and cord and ward,
And font and front and word and sword,
And do and go and thwart and cart.

Come, come, I've hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Man alive!
I'd mastered it when I was five!

To A Stranger With Love

2008-12-19T14:22:00.003+11:00

I've never met her and so I don't know her personally. I knew her for her husband's blog. Since November I followed the blog to know about her struggles to an illness unknown to doctors. It is known as Santau.

She was a loving mother and wife. She was always there to volunteer in all religious activities that was done. She was the jewel of her family. She was loved by all her friends.

To her husband and children, please be strong. This is the challenge that Allah had given to you to test your Iman. The test is only given to special people.

Al-Fatihah to Sister Siti Aisha.

Mahabbah Lillah Camp

2008-12-09T16:46:00.003+11:00

Last two weeks after coming back from Kuantan the kids had the opportunity to join a camp organized by JIM Penang. It was an eye opener for them joining kids from different backgrounds of education mainly those from Islamic school. The did enjoyed themselves and I on the other hand tried my best to help around with the activities but had to keep it at the minimum since I had a fever, flu and cough...

Origami session

Traditional eating session. Lunch in a big tray.

After the camp, we headed to our next destination, Melaka. As usual, the kids were busy with the pool activities. Monstermom joined them and too bad I forgot to apply the sunscreen lotion. What a nice tan I had....
Immidiately after Melaka, we rushed back to Kedah, to celebrate Eidul Adha. Last night, we are back in Penang.
Now I have to confine myself in the house hoping that tan will subside in a few weeks...
Piles of dirty laundry to catch up and not forgetting the dust all over the house.
Have a nice week!

Cuts like a knife

2008-11-12T21:22:00.006+11:00

Yesterday afternoon, while waiting for Iman and Nana at school, I noticed a group of kids playing happily. It brought back sweet memories of yesteryears. They were teasing, running and poking each other like any normal boys will do.

I looked harder and to my horror they were actually playing with a knife. Almost all of them, had a knife. I told them nicely that it was not a good idea to play around with that kind of thing. They replied that it was just a toy knife and demonstrated to me how it worked.

Looks just like a kitchen knife, isn't it? Only it was plastic.

Then, if you stab it to your friend, the blade will dissapear into the handle.

For them, it's all about magic and fun. For me, it is danger. They bought it from a toy shop nearby. How could this happen? By letting them play around with this, we are telling them that it is okay... It is not okay. I'm just so worried.

Earlier today, I went to KPDNHEP to file a complaint but to no avail. They told me that anybody could be selling those and it is not under their jurisdiction to act.... I was told to go to a police station or CAP. Well, I don't think the police will be interested in this...

Then, I searched for the shop and found out that it is sold for RM0.80 only.

How about that!

***Update***

I received an email from CAP regarding this matter. Below are the reply.

Salam sejahtera dari kami di Persatuan Pengguna Pulau Pinang.

Kami merujuk kepada aduan Puan berhubung dengan perkara di atas. Adalah sedia maklum bahawa perkara ini sememangnya telah pun dirujuk kepada pihak kementerian berkenaan dan polis diraja malaysia sejak tahun 1990 lagi. Ini bukan kali pertama kami pihak kami menerima aduan sedemikian dan untuk menanganinya memerlukan komitmen pelbagai agensi kerajaan yang pada masa sekarang dalam satu proses pengubalan undang-undang bagi menangani isu yang semakin melarat ini.

Pihak kami amat menghargai keprihatinan pihak Puan terhadap isu ini dan pihak kami akan terus perhatian dan mengambil tindakan yang sewajarnya terhadap aduan Puan. Sekian terima kasih.

Yang benar

Ganesan Sivalingam
Pegawai Penyelidikan
Persatuan Pengguna Pulau Pinang

Kopitiam@SNC

2008-11-18T15:16:00.007+11:00

Last Friday, my parents brought me and the kids to a kopitiam situated in a place which used to be my school, St Nicholas Convent, Alor Setar. As soon as we entered the school gate, I was transformed into my own world. I saw girls running around and giggling to each other when all of a sudden, Miss Mak, our headmistress appeared out of nowhere. When the school bell rang, we would then head to our classrooms and enjoy being an SNC girl....

I was awaken from my dream when my son started pulling my blouse. Grrrr...

That place was a hit! It was packed and you can order from nasi goreng to chicken chop. I was still skeptic of the place but after tasting my dad's meal, I didn't even talk but concentrated on tasting what had been ordered for others. My favourite was KCK. Apparently, when they started the place a gentleman ordered a dish which was not on their menu and he taught them how to prepare it. He was chief of the special branch (Ketua Cawangan Khas).

A combination of 5 classrooms

This is not KCK but my dad's special order. A combination of three dishes.

The school field

My form three classroom

Canteen

It was a mixed feeling of surprised, excited, sad and happy. I wish all of my schoolmates could gather here again, having breakfast in honor of our beloved SNC.

Friends Forever

2008-11-06T02:01:00.004+11:00

I got a message from Wan. She wanted to meet me. Back in 1984 we were classmates of Standard 5 Kekwa. I called her today and that was the first time we spoke to each other in 14 years. It was awkward.

She came to my house and we met. We clicked instantly. I can still remember how she smiled seeing my collection of our school days photos. We talked like there's no tomorrow.

Friends forever. Thank you Wan Teh!

It was only after she drove off that I remembered to grab my camera. Obviously it was too late but then again I know that we'll meet again since she's teaching nearby....

Women in The Eyes of God

2008-10-29T19:52:00.008+11:00

Everyone is invited. Speakers are :-

Prof. Madya Dr. Harlina Siraj - Jamaah Islah Malaysia

VEN . Lee Yew Kuan ( ven. - pangkat sami) MALAYSIAN BUDDHIST ASSOCIATION ( MBA)

Dr. Marina David - YOUNG WOMEN CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION (YWCA )

Mr. K.Thirumoorthy - State Secretary Hind Sangam

Call or sms to Norhidaya at 016 236 2672 for reservation.

CheeChuq

2008-10-25T13:28:00.003+11:00

Since her arrival, life has been busier. As I walk down the stairs every morning, I can already hear her scream to be let into the house and hence, her breakie. Iman is given the responsibility of taking care of her especially in the event of poo-clearing, bathing as well as vacuuming the carpet. Atief no longer cries for me whenever he wakes up in the morning but will run down the stairs to greet CheeChuq with his usual Assalamualaikum. Nana on the other hand will try to help around especially in playing-with-Cheechuq matter. When hubby returns from work, he'll search for CheeChuq and sometimes forgetting that Atief has been hiding behind the door waiting to be found for almost 5 mins!

Welcome CheeChuq. It's only been 2 weeks but your presence surely made a big change in our daily life.

Police Sentry

2008-10-17T14:39:00.007+11:00

The Star - Friday October 17, 2008

KUALA LUMPUR: A police beat base located in the Chow Kit area of downtown Kuala Lumpur has been shut down because the “presence of criminals could make it unsafe” for police officers.

Home Minister Datuk Seri Syed Hamid Albar said the beat base was located in a dirty area where police faced the possibility of being exposed to contagious diseases.

The presence of criminals also posed a threat to the safety of police officers.

More here.

Just as I was mumbling by myself to this unbelievable news, I heard my son singing a song which perfectly describes this situation. I would like to dedicate this song to Mr Hamid Albar.

POLIS SENTRI, ONE TWO JAGA

POLIS MATI, PENCURI JAGA

Repeat 1000 times.

Anti-America

2008-10-16T13:01:00.003+11:00

The other day I was just browsing the sports channel to see whether they have anything interesting. Ch 811 - Baseball. Ch 812 - American Football. Ch 813 - Golf. Great! I've never been to America and I'm more keen towards European sports especially football. In order to appreciate the first two sports, you really have to stay in USA while you have to play golf to love it.

I'm not anti American-based sports but relatively speaking, Yes. I love their movies and TV series though...
For the time being, I don't really like golf until maybe one day if hubby decides to grant me the opportunity to start my first lesson.... Pleaseeee!!!

BIG

2008-10-09T19:28:00.004+11:00

What is it with woman nowadays. Sorry if I may sound a bit bitchy but I pity women who let themselves be used as umbrella girls, grid girls, F1 babes etc. No doubt it is not easy to become one. There are rules and regulations you know.

1. Big boops.
2. Big bum.
3. Big smile.

There you have it.

Selamat Hari Raya.

One more thing, you (all the guys out there) don't need to scroll down. No photo. Search for it yourself!