Antique

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Getting old is a must to everyone who have the chance.. (exclude to those who died young). Healthy or not still there is no second option. We can choose either become old gracefully or painfully.

I woke up in the morning n feel pain on my back. I know slowly I joint the ‘season’ club. Seeing older people with difficulties is totally different with handling own disabilities or problem.

I use to climb up trees but now to climb up few steps of stairs is a huge problem. Sitting down or standing too long also become a nightmare.

I become a frequent visitor to the hospitals. Doctor advised me to shed away kilos, again she mentioned woman in the later age facing low metabolic rate. My goodness, I’m facing one problem to another.

This when I decide to age gracefully rather then worried about something that surely come.

Hardship…

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Walking up n down the stairs made me feel exhausted so much. I didn’t bring a thing just checking disposable item from 1st to ground level. What fascinated me were the movers. They were stacking up 1 or 2 large boxes full of unnecessary items. All were foreign workes n I saw sweat running down their face. They cringed each time they lift up the box,  good enough to show the burden. Be it the heaviness of the box or responsibility back in their hometown. Most were quite young in their late twenties compare to me in my ‘4 series’ of age. They look soo ‘matured’ or shall I said old…

I was once told by my husband that most of their family didn’t bother the hardship they were facing.  His workers did confess, their family members back in their country was only thinking about money. They worked even on public holiday to get an extra as the wages itself couldn’t afford to accomodate what their families want. I feel sorry for them.

If just I could change the situations I prefer them back to their own country enjoy their living. For those living fortunate way of life this was a very good example to cheer ones life. Put a little bit of kindness in every actions we take. It will not make us any poorer to offer people a glass of water….

Happiness

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My spouse and I were talking about business strategy when my mind drift away from a trip to Cambodia few years ago. Before landing all my thinking was about the legendary Angkor Wat, Angelina Jolie famous movie Tombstone and shopping. We landed at Siem Reap airport and was shocked by the sudden heat I felt. It was dry season and I could feel the warm breeze passed by.

I was quite surprised how poor majorities of the people. The schools for the poor runs by NGO, mostly from South Korea, Japan and France apart some were partial funded by foreign banks there. I saw few people selling self made handicrafts and to my astonishment they were crippled or disabled. I was told by the tour guide that it was resulted by landmines scattered all over the countries. I managed to speak to one of the victim and she told me her “not so fond memories”. She showed me her skills weaving silk thread barely using one hand and one leg as both her right arm and leg amputated. It was really hard initially but she had to push herself to her limit otherwise she will become a burden to her mom. Her father was not in his sound mind effect of watching two of his sons being shot at their head with his own bare eyes by khmer rouge troop. Ironically it was their own people that did this to them. I could see determination and passion in her eyes every time she spoke. She spoke basic english but it does not deter her from being talkative to strangers. She showed me some material and crafts decorated with silk. I bought one despite of having any interest on the craft. What fascinated me so much was, seeing her tiny finger seems like dancing while weaving.

Life is not easy but God show me the beauty of it as long we embrace all with grace n passion. Happiness is always there…FB_IMG_1492570684519.jpg

p/s… please ignore the quality of the 2nd photo. ..amateurs…hahaha credit Siti Nazlin FB

 

Bonds

imageBack in the 80’s where twin were consider rare in the community I used to feel odd and some kind of abnormal. People use to switch in between the two of us. Even my mom happened to wrongly fed my twin medicine as she sometimes couldn’t identified  unless ‘scanned’ us repeatedly. The only person that never made mistake was my father. How I missed him dearly.

This create problem since then until I land my second job in a financial institutions and she is attached to a government school. To my amused, attending a customer in my office, the wife busy asking am I running my part time job as a consultant. I have to give my standard explaination and somehow I think easier for me to record my answer and play it whenever people ask. Same goes to my twin, handling pupils registration parents came and asked for current deposits interest rates and documents needed to apply loans. When asked why didn’t they went to the bank to ask, she is mistakenly assume to be banks staff on charity events.

I remembered while standing at the back of my boss, he called me loudly. I thought he was somehow angry and asked him what’s the matter. To my surprised he answered me in a way I felt awkward. ” Since when were you at my back. I saw you on the opposite site chit chatting with office customers”. Wow..

This also create problems early stage of my school days. I was noted as hyperactive kid, outspoken and noisy kind of person. Contrast to my twin she’s kind of timid back then. There was one particular day, she create ‘mini orchestra’ at the back of the class as we were sitting last in row. Our teacher turn back and directly called my name. She asked me to stand outside at classroom balcony. Both of us try to explain but the teacher didn’t accept. On our way back home, even I’m quite disappointed on how our teacher react both of us laughed ourselves out.

Whatever it is, we both have gone through our ups down together regardless having our own family. I will always treasure the bonds we have had since inside the womb till now.

Honest ANSWER

KID SWIMI remember there was one incident so many years ago, a mother lied to her kid about something and it backfired her on a very PERFECT time. I asked her what was she thinking of not giving the right answer? “She is still a kid and I don’t have time to explain. I’m a mother and full time housewife. There are zillion things to be done” wow I can give 10 marks for it. Hmm.. let me explain the scenario.

A kid was just started reading and saw the words prostitute on a paper..smart kid.

Kid: Mom, what is prostitute

Mom: What, why do you want to now?

Kid: I saw it on a paper. It says some kind of a job.

Mom: Owh, it’s kind of people who sale firecracker.

Kid: Wow!

Weeks later, the very same family host a party to welcome a new friend of his husband. Like usual the kid also joining and being talkative, become center of attentions. A wife of their special guest asking what would the kid be when she become adult. The little girl answered with full of confidence and without hesitations…PROSTITUTE. Kids or not, each of us have the right to get correct answer whether it is sweet or bitter. Only that we use our most perfect  words to whom we give the answer to.

‘MUST A CHEF’

imageI’m not a food enthusiasts nor am I a food blogger. Still something about food create an aura for me to be link to some peoples life or me attached to them. I was transferred to a new place and I felt like an ogre among human. Language barrier is my common problem as I’m stick to my pure Sabahan dialect n my new place is a mixture of many sorts of local dialect be it Minang, Kelantan and so forth.

After married I never bother to cook as I still stay with my mom while my husband living far away abroad. Frankly I only cook basic things to eat as long not sleeping with an empty stomach. As my sister also coming in n stay together..voilà life becomes easier. No more cooking.. Y should I be in a kitchen when I have two best chef in the house. Then my ‘kitchen vacation’ ended as I lived by my own, I meant with my husband.

I’m drawn to one person in my workplace, the first person asked me out for lunch. HER jovial nature, motherly attitude well masked what she has gone through. Surprisingly person I once found quite ‘rough’ at that point of time become my closest friend.

Googling about recipes and phone calls become routines but never did the food taste  like one. I cook chicken in oyster sauce it ends up like sour sauce chicken. Then I started to halt myself from cooking. Yup, my buddy (spouse) started to question and again I forced my self to cook. I saw my mom n mother in law cook with a lot of ingredients from A-Z methods. Then my wild thinking digested in a very different way. Wow this was toturing until one fine day I was invited to dine at HER place. Pasta is my favourite. I find my courage to ask n what she told me was totally different from what I knew my mom’s cooking. In the end the results still equally same. Indeed so simple.

That’s when I started to cook my very first pasta, then come Thai food and now I knew how to cook lamb chop. I can say the ingredients is simple and the method of cooking is half to a normal process.. Now everyday I’m looking forward for our dinner time ..what’s next for dinner hmmm…..

‘Couple’

Couple-sunsetI easily dozed off whenever I travel n this contradict my husband nature. He can sit for hours without sleeping. Between 40 minutes into journey I will started to feel very sleepy and my head became like woodpeckers knocking it beaks on a tree. I couldn’t help even how much I try to be wide awake. There was incident I took a small spray bottle to spray my eyes so I wouldn’t fall asleep. Wow, I would say it wouldn’t work.

Sometimes spouse can be our finest buddy but also the best critic. I remember one fine day, we were traveling n my ‘King’ was driving. As usual I felt sleepy and keep on yawning. I could never guess he will ‘bombard’ me with his words. “I thought we were staying in Asia and not somewhere in the Arctic Circle. You should be living in Iceland instead. It suits you well with longer time during the night” he didn’t even glance like what he use to when he spoke during his driving. Hewww…the words stung and I’ve been awake till we reached our destination. I guess guys can become very cynical ..like mom’s word..Agree?