A house becomes a home when ...

Last night wife made pizza for dinner, nothing fancy, bought a ready-made crust, topped it up chicken, sausage, capsicum, onion, cheese and mushroom., shove it into oven, and voilà, it is pizza.
We were just doing the Official Opening of the new oven we bought, or else my sis will laser again saying that "jangan-jangan dating raya tahun depan, oven masih wrapped with plastic dengan manual dalam oven".

Wife have been extra rajin , especially in cooking department after we moved in to the new house. She cooked almost every night, after work, even she is very tired, and she wake up early and prepare breakfast for me and her to bring to work, she drops me off at the Komuter and off to her office ................ hmmm so hard working!

We have been busy in weekends, cleaning up the house, since that’s the only time we have to dust and laundry.

But I don't want to be a "cleanliness Freak", whereby the house look too clean that it become unfortable to love in!

My friend Vaasugi forwarded me the poem, which I think is VERY TRUE!!!!

A house becomes a home when ...
"I love you" on the furniture."
I can't tell you how many countless hours
that I have spent CLEANING!

I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend
making sure things were just perfect --
"in case someone came over."
Then I realized one day that no-one came over;
they were all out living life and having fun!

Now, when people visit, I find no need to
explain the "condition" of my home.
They are more interested in hearing about
the things I've been doing while I was
away living life and having fun.
If you haven't figured this out yet,
please heed this advice.

Life is short. Enjoy it!
Dust if you must,
but wouldn't it be better to
paint a picture or write a letter,
bake a cake or
plant a seed,
ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out
there with the sun in your eyes,
the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow,
a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go -- and go you must --
you, yourself will make more dust!

REMEMBER...
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter
that tells what kind of life you have lived.

This picture i took in Sephia mode (brownish black and white) Look kinda classic this way....

Melancholic mood

Two day ago I got to finally contact one of my ex-classmate back in Mara College Banting through https://namesdatabase.com/ services.

It is hard to believe that it has been more than 10 years since I left Banting. The memories are still fresh and vividly imprinted in my mind.

I found out that he is doing well, VERY well actually. He settled in London. He is an artist now, doing his PhD in art or something, did exhibition on his art works in one of the famous gallery in London, he got good review from art magazines and it seem the was an article on his work in NST last year, I must have missed it, since I read only The Star and occasionally Utusan (on Sundays only).

We have been exchanging few emails since, he updated most in our classmates, MOST decided to settle in England. Only few came back to Malaysia to work. Most married Britons (Scotts, Irish, and English). Everybody kind of settled down, doing quite well. I am happy for them; I have been out of touch from every single of them, since they left abroad.

I hated my life in Banting, I was miserable, first time away from home, I was unable to adapt quite well, but I managed somehow with help of few friends. But I only can look back now with fondest memory. I actually had a good time there, it was fun, I learned about live there. It was fun; I wish that I could re-live it.

I have been thinking a lot the 'what if' questions again.... A LOT!!!!!
What if I went to The UK with them with MARA scholarship? How would my left have turned out? I might turn out to be a different person, maybe better or maybe worse!
I have no regret of what I have right now. I am happy, it just that I can't help to stop thinking about the possibilities that I might have if my life followed a different path.

Ever since I went to vacation on 2004 summer in The UK, all I wanted is to work there and maybe one day settle down. I realize, that it all looks like bed of roses because I went there just for 2 weeks for holiday, the reality might be a bit bitter. But Europe is just magical, I can't quite describe it. It the feeling I had once I landed there, the fresh air, the whether, the smell, the people, the scenery, the politic, the history, the people, it is the whole package.

I am just wondering, the thought keep on lingering in my mind, I wish that it will go away....



The Moods
TIME drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fire-born moods,
Has fallen away?
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.

Rain...........

Terrible rain yesterday, road flooded, traffic jam everyway, trees uprooted and KTM Komuter service stoped.
There was announcement in Sentral that the komuter Port Klang bound will only go up to Seri Seria because Batu 3 Station is flooded (that's my station!). Thank God, I planned to go to mother in law house in PJ that day to collect the repaired curtain (that is entirely different story, I told aunty Nadira to cut 3 1/2 inch, she cut too much and now the curtain is not touching the floor, gosh.......... for the money she charges, this does not worth it at all!), just took the LRT to Taman Bahagia.

This morning, wife left me at Batu 3, she always dropped me at the other side of Fed hiway, I'll walk pass 3 pedestrian bridge (that a long walk, by the time I reach the station my skin will be covered by thin layer of sweat), and I consider that as a good morning exercise to perk up my metabolism. But today, the way to the station was flooded up to waiste level, few Indonesian men, take off the pants and shoes and walk through the flood... No way I am gonna do that, walked back to Fed Hiway, caught a bus to Sentral (luckily, as I just hail the 1st bus to arrive and board!) and reach office in time. At least I have backup plan now if the komuter is not down!


Song of the moment: "Daffodil Lament" - The Cranberries

Welcome back to my life my sweet ASTRO baby.............

The astro I had in my room when i was living in my in laws house was registered to Ludin Bin Sulaiman which I have no idea who, my sis suppose to get a free astro when she bought a proton and she wanted to give the astro to me, but the guy in eon screwed up (she gave my sis' astro to someone else), and what I got was Astro registered to Mr Ludin Bin Sulaiman (apparently Mr Ludin refused the free astro given to him by eon, wherever you Mr Ludin, thanks!!!)


Few month back, the decoder broke down and I disconnected the service, since I was moving out and thiniking of installaing astro, perhaps, registered to my name this time. (hmmmm the astro in my parents house is also registered under my name, that is PTPTN money alright, I subscribe during UIA days, government bagi duit suruh study, but I installed astro, crazy!)

Life without astro in the bedroom while living with in law was fine, still can watch fav program downstair, but after we moved in to the new house, my God, life is so boring with out TV, we did not even had a indoor antenna to watch TV1,2 and the rest!.

It is damn boring and depressing, beyond description, so when astro was installed today! It is like our new house is finally HOME, not just a house anymore!

Can't wait for the new season of LOST to start!

To the lurkers out there............

I had this funny feeling quite long already. That somebody that should not be reading my blog reading it.

There are quite a number of people I really really don't want to read and find out about my blog. I can't mention the name here.

This blog has been quite private, only few people I trusted were given the URL. I did not give the url even to my family or my wife family. It is altogether different issue if a total strangers reads it, it would not matter.But for people who know me, there are things written here can touch quite sensitive family or work issue.

This blog is an outlet for me to pour out my heart content. It serves as diary for to refer back past even as well.


Well whoever reading this blog and know me personally, I just think it is so rude to read a person blog secrectly and thinking that they know the secret of my life! Leaving at least a comment would help for to identify the readers.