Cranky Old Man

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . . . .What do you see?

What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?

A cranky old man, . . . .. .not very wise,

Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . . with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food ... . .. . . . . and makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice . . . . ... 'I do wish you'd try!'

Who seems not to notice . . . . .the things that you do.

And forever is losing . . . . . . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not .. . . . . . . . . . . lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding . . . . . .The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . . Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . . you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am . . . . . . . As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, . . . . . . as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . . . with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters .. . . . . . . . who love one another

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . . with wings on his feet

Dreaming that soon now . . . . ... ... . a lover he'll meet

A groom soon at Twenty . . . . ... . . my heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows .. . . . . . that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . ... . I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty . . . . . . . . .. My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other . . . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons .. . . . . have grown and are gone,

But my woman is beside me . . . . . . . to see I don't mourn.

At Fifty, once more, . . ... . . . ..Babies play 'round my knee,

Again, we know children . . . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . . . ... . My wife is now dead.

I look at the future ... .. . . . . . . . . . . . I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing . . . . . . young of their own.

And I think of the years . . .. .. . . . And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . .. . . . and nature is cruel.

It's jest to make old age . . . . .. . . look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles .. . . . ... . . . . .. grace and vigour, depart.

There is now a stone .. . . . . .. . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . .. A young man still dwells,

And now and again . . . .. . . . my battered heart swells

I remember the joys . .. . . . . . . . .. . I remember the pain.

And I'm loving and living . . . . .. . . . .. . . . . life over again.

I think of the years . all too few . . .. . . . gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact . . . . . . . . that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . . open and see.

Not a cranky old man . Look closer . . . . see . .. . . .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ... . . .

we will all, one day, be there, too!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM,

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.

They must be felt by the heart.

TALKIN BUAT DIRIKU

Bismillah hir rah man nir rahim.Mahasuci Tuhan yang Engkau bersifat dengan Baqa' dan Qidam, Tuhan yang berkuasa mematikan sekalian yang bernyawa,Mahasuci Tuhan yang menjadikan mati dan hidup untuk menguji siapa yang baik dan siapa yang kecewa.Mahasuci Tuhan yang menjadikan lubang kubur sebesar-besar pengajaran untuk menjadi iktibar kepada orang yang lalai, dan sebesar-besar amaran kepada orang yang masih hidup. ( Jangan lupa sebut nama sendiri... barulah rasa insaf dan kerdilnya diri ini)

Ingatlah! Bahawa sekalian mahluk Allah akan jahanam dan binasa,melainkan zat Allah Taala. Ialah Tuhan yang Mahabesar kuasamenghukum, manakala kita sekalian akan kembali menghadap hadirat Allah Taala.

Wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, hendaklah kamu ingat akan janji-janji Allah yang mana kamu ada bawa bersama-sama dari dunia ini.Sekarang kamu telah menuju masuk ke negeri Akhirat.Kamu telah mengaku bahawa tiada Tuhan yang disembah dengan sebenar-benarnya melainkan Allah, dan bahawa senya Nabi Muhammad itu Pesuruh Allah.Ingatlah wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, apabila datang kepada kamu 2 orang malaikat yang serupa dengan kamu iaitu Mungkar dan Nakir, maka janganlah berasa gentar dan takut, janganlah kamu berdukacita dan risau serta janganlah kamu susah-hati dan terkejut.Ketahuilah wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, bahawasanya Mungkar dan Nakir itu hamba Allah Taala, sebagaimana kamu juga hamba Allah Taala.Apabila mereka menyuruh kamu duduk, mereka juga akan menyoal kamu.Mereka berkata:Siapakah Tuhan kamu?Siapakah Nabi kamu?Apakah agama kamu?Apakah kiblat kamu?Siapakah saudara kamu?Apakah pegangan iktikad kamu?Dan apakah kalimah yang kamu bawa bersama-sama kamu?Di masa itu hendaklah kamu menjawab soalan-soalan mereka dengan cermat dan sehabis-habis terang, tepat dan betul.Janganlah berasa gementar, janganlah cuak dan janganlah bergopoh-gapah, biarlah tenang dan berhati-hati.

Hendaklah kamu jawab begini:Allah Taala Tuhanku,Muhammad nabiku,Islam agamaku,kitab suci Al-Quran ikutanku,Baitullah itu qiblatku, malahan solah lima waktu, puasa di bulan Ramadhan,mengeluark an zakat dan mengerjakan haji diwajibkan ke atas aku.Semua orang Islam dan orang yang beriman adalah saudara aku, bahkan dari masa hidup hingga aku mati aku mengucap: 'La ila ha illallah Muhammaddur rasulullah'.

Wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA tetapkanlah hatimu, inilah dia suatu dugaan yang paling besar. Ingatlah bahawa kamu sekarang sedang tinggal didalam alam Barzakh, sehingga sampai satu masa kelak, kamu akan dibangunkan semula untuk berkumpul di Padang Mahsyar.

Insaflah wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, bahawa senya mati ini adalah benar, soalan malaikat Mungkar dan Nakir di dalam kubur ini adalah benar,bangun dari kubur kemudian kita dihidupkan semula adalah benar,berkumpul dan berhimpun di Padang Mahsyar adalah benar, dihisab dan dikira segala amalan kamu adalah benar, minum di kolam air nabi adalah benar, ada syurga dan neraka adalah benar.

Bahawa senya hari Kiamat tetap akan adanya, begitu juga Tuhan yang maha berkuasa akan membangkitkan semula orang-orang yang di dalam kubur.Di akhirnya kami ucapkan selamat berpisah dan selamat tinggal kamu disisi Allah Taala.Semoga Tuhan akan memberi sejahtera kepada kamu. Tuhan jua yang menetapkan hati kamu. Kami sekalian berdoa mudah mudahan Allah Taala menjinakkan hati kamu yang liar, dan Allah menaruh belas kasihan kepada kamu yang berdagang seorang diri di dalam kubur ini.Mudah-mudahan Tuhan akan memberi keampunan dan memaafkan kesalahan kamu serta menerima segala amal kebajikan kamu.

Ya Allah Ya Tuhan, kami merayu dan bermohon kepada Mu supaya tidak disiksa mayat ini dengan kemegahan penghulu kami Muhammad SAW.Subhana rabbika rabbil izati amma ya sifun wassallamu alalmursalinwalham dulillahi rabbil alamin.Setiap yang bernafas, Pasti akan Mati - 'Kullu nafsin za iqatul maut'Firman Allah swt, 'Demi masa, sesungguhnya manusia itu benar-benar berada di dalam kerugian, kecuali orang-orang yang beriman dan beramal soleh, yang ingat-mengingati supaya mentaati kebenaran, dan yang ingat-mengingati dengan kesabaran.' Surah Al-A'sr .

TO WEAR OR NOT TO BUY

A question that has been ringing constantly in my brain since last week - What will I wear?????

Hubby and me will be going for an official dinner next week... which spells BOORRIINNGG all over the place. First of all, it will start with men and women mingling around. Some looking as radiant and over-dressed as usual, some laughing endlessly to some lawak sekupang and some will stand and stare looking blank to the max!

And me? Don't worry about me. Am sure to find few friends whom I haven't met for a few years. Questions, Gossips, Statements!!!!!

And then starts the official ones. The gong... the toast to the VVVVIPPPsss, ladies..bla bla. But the food - I like! Music... hmm.. so so...

Later, the PMC will announce the end of the official part and... hmm..
Here comes bully-the-most-junior-in-the-hall time ( poor him - whoever u may be ), karaoke, pocong pocong and stuff.

And me? Don't worry about me.. I'll try to entertain myself with all the bling bling, lagu sumbang, lost wives, men looking at you-know-what...

I'll be fine. I 'll call hubby once in 5 minutes just to be make sure that he doesn't forget that I'm there too..... hoping that he'll switch his phone on.

But then again, I don't think I have anything nice to wear. Time to go shopping!!! Thank you Uncle LEE!!!!!

APASAL MALAS SEMBAHYANG?

Apasal laa, aku belum terfikir nak bentang sejadah,
Hidup senang rezeki datang melimpah,
Nak dirikan sembahyang, rakan baik setan suruh lengah-lengah,
Allah tarik nikmatku sampai nangis keluar air mata
darah barulah padah.

Apasal laa aku malas sembahyang,
Allah kasi aku jasad siap dengan bayang-bayang,
Bukan ke lebih baik daripada tiang,
Berdiri tanpa roh malam dan siang.

Apasal laa aku malas sembahyang,
Kerja dah best keluarga pun dah senang,
Negara aman damai tak lagi hidup berdagang,
Takkan 5 minit 5 waktu aku tak boleh nak luang.

Apasal laa aku malas sembahyang,
Allah kasi otak supaya aku tak bangang,
Allah kasi ilmu boleh fikir susah senang,
Allah kasi nikmat kenapalah aku tak kenang,

Apasal laa aku malas sembahyang,
Tengok TV, main bola aku sanggup sampai
petang,
Beli tiket konsert, bayar time shopping aku
sanggup beratur panjang,
Ingat masuk syurga masuk neraka boleh main
hutang-hutang? !!

Apasal laa aku malas sembahyang,
Aku kena ingat umur kita bukannya panjang,
Pagi sihat entah petang nanti dah kejang,
Nanti dalam kubur kena balun sorang-sorang.

Apasal laa aku malas sembahyang,
Seksa neraka cubalah aku bayang,
Perjalanan akhirat memang terlalu panjang,
Janji Allah Taala akan tertunai tak siapa boleh
halang!!!

MY PILGRIMAGE TO MEKAH

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.

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SAY NO TO ISRAEL!

Grunters Of Today

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

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

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

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.

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Teaching in RS

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

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?

Hmmm....

I teach I learn

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

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

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