Kopitiam@SNC

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.

Cuts like a knife

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

Friends Forever

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

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

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

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

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

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!

Salam Aidilfitri

Dearest All.

I would like to wish you Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri/Eid Mubarak. Forgive me for any wrongdoings.
Hopefully any ill-feelings in the past will be considered as

Before embarking on your journey to your loved ones, make sure

Don't let you pet starve to death

If you are stuck in a jam, don't

Watch out for any

Feel free to

A break like this will freshen you up
Don't eat too much for you'll end up

Have a nice long holiday. Enjoy yourself and be safe always!

From Monstermom and family.

The Reluctant Politican

The Reluctant Politican - Tun Dr Ismail and His Time

This is the long-awaited biography of Malaysia's powerful Home Affairs Minister and Deputy Prime Minister Tun Dr Ismail Abdul Rahman, who passed away of a heart attack on 2 August 1973. It is based on his private papers and on numerous interviews with his relatives and with people who knew him well, including Ghafar Baba, Musa Hitam, Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah, Robert Kuok, Lee Kuan Yew and Ghazalie Shafie.

New perspectives are provided about the struggle for independence, Malaysia's relationship with Singapore, the origins of Southeast Asian regionalism, the internal conflicts of the ruling party UMNO, MCA-UMNO ties, the fatal illness of Tun Abdul Razak Hussein, the May 13 riots, and the New Economic Policy. This book contains not only new facts about Malaysian and Singaporean history, but also insights into the processes of decolonization and nation building.

Finally, I've finished reading this book. To my surprise, I learned a lot about Malaysia's road to independence. Unfortunately, Tun Dr Ismail never made it to the top. Nevertheless, he is truly a hero who was lost in time. The history of him should be made public and all politician should take this man's principal as an example...

He was the one who brought Malaysia to the world but sadly this unsung hero was only recognized as TTDI to an average Malaysian.
If he was made PM, I wonder what will happen to Mahathir....

Another issue that was highlighted is how powerful individuals from different races be it Malay, Chinese and Indian contributed their time and energy in achieving Independence. This act is the main point to be remembered in celebrating our National Day. We are all Malaysian. We deserve to be here. Until our last breath...

Go

This is what my son wrote....

I'm not so sure about the town but hedgehog???? We don't even have a cat!!!

Sayonara

I received news from a dear friend that my ex-staff had died at 7am today. Her lung cancer had spread to the brain. She didn't go without a fight.

May Allah bless her soul. Al-Fatihah to Nurhazifah.

Mount of Mercy

This is me at Jabal Rahmah (Mount of Mercy). Muslims believe that Adam and Eve(Hawa) were reunited on the hill and forgiven by Allah after 200 years separation on account of their disobedience to the Lord in deference to the suggestion of Satan.

Our Ustaz jokingly told us that men will usually ask God to grant them to marry another, here.

Without hesitation, hubby and his friends climbed the hill and made their wishes there. I don't know what he wished for and I didn't ask.

I did my doa (wish) from where I was standing and one of it was :-

Ya ALLAH, please grant whatever my husband wished for. Only YOU know what is best for him and for me.

Amin.

The Ultimate Gift

These are only a few from hundreds of photos that we were able to snap during our visit to Madinah and Mecca.

The sending off

At Nabawi Mosque

Our Mutawwif (guide) - Ustaz Abdul Shakur



Buying some dates - the best is Ajwah




My newly found friend - Cikgu Azie





The Holy Ka'abah




Going home

It was sad leaving behind a town fulled of history. It was heart-breaking saying goodbye to my qiblat.....

I will revisit the holy city again. Only time will tell.

I'm here

Dearest all

I'm back. Never knew that this journey will bring such pleasure.

Thank you again Abang for spending it with me.

I'm in the midst of selecting some photos to be uploaded.

Till then, Salam Ramadan and may peace be with you.....

Anniversary Gift - Part II

Tomorrow morning, I'll be going for our 10th anniversary holiday with hubby. We'll be back in two weeks time....

Thank you for visiting my blog and please pray for my safe holiday!

Bye and chiao!!!

The Anniversary Gift - part 1

It started with this

then this






followed by this



but in the end, I got this for our 10th anniversary





Alamak!!! the photo is in hubby's lap top!
I'll update this entry when hubby is home...



Ok! Here it is....





I AM NOT COMPLAINING.
THANK YOU DEAR!!! HUGS N KISSES!!!

Of Rambutan and Mosquitoe

We went back to Sepang for this...

After that we decided to practice our skill which had been put on hold for quite some time...

And we succeeded succesfully

The next day we took Ayah and Mak to Pulau Ketam.

This is the first time they set their foot on the island again after 54 years. Shortly after they were married, Ayah was transfered to Pulau Ketam and they stayed there for almost a year.... You can see the excitement in their eyes..... to be able to revisit old memories... priceless...

Being an excelent storyteller, Ayah told us his experience as a policeman in the small island where everybody knows everybody....

While Ayah and Mak relaxed in the community hall, we had our own adventure.

It was a nice outing. All of us had fun. Time to go back to rambutan.....