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Friday, September 18, 2015

Twist of Event

My niece is getting married tonight and I am still here. Tears about to free flow.
After renewed my driving licence and stopped to fuel up my car, suddenly warning "IMA System" flashed at the screen. Called workshop, MHPrestige in Sri Damansara where I always sent car for service and was asked to bring my car.
So, here I am, anxiously waiting for good news. God, I am so scared to drive alone at night. And I do not want to miss my niece's wedding.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Raining In My Heart

An evil named Lazy has casted a wicked spell over me. So, eventhough I have lots to share but feel so lazy to write. LOL. And there are lots of events that always take my time.
Al Fatihah to Arwah Dr Nor 'Afifah Mohd Ghazi who has left us in Ramadhan this year to meet Allah S.W.T. It is hard for me to write about it. And still shedding tears whenever I thought about it.
On that fateful day, I received call from my dad around 3 pm. Normally my family seldom called me at work unless they have urgent news. Well, it could be something trivial too but it can be counted. As I picked up the phone, fretting something bad, I heard my father said, "Na, Fifah meninggal." I could not understand at first. Did I hear it wrong? My father has to repeat again and explained she has met with accident and passed away on the spot. I was like, was she on call the night before? She must be tired. In that instant, fleeting image of her son who barely reach one year old crossed my mind. And my nephew. They will miss her. We missed her too. She was a nice person. Soft spoken and always smile. I called my sister. They were at the accident scene waiting for the ambulance to come.
I reached hospital with my uncle around 6 pm. My sister told me the body just went in for post mortem. Her younger brother was there already. My heart felt so heavy looking at my nephew's forlorn face. What could have been wrong but did not dare to ask. Until now, I never asked him about that. We only heard from the news and others on things pertaining to the accident.
Later, babysitter arrived with Mifzal. He looked so puzzled looking at our puffy face and swollen eyes. Why we did not play with him or greet him like before.
After the post mortem done, we went in to see the body. Her body is covered with white cloth except for her face. My nephew carried Mifzal to see her. I heard him say, "Umi has left us."Mifzal just stared at his mother. We have to show her face to Mifzal so he will not miss her. He has not seen her the night before because arwah on call. He must be looking forward to see her again. It is not to torture him. And arwah can see the loved ones surrounded her body. When my sister told him to kiss her, he did.
Later, right before sending arwah to the mosque for prayer, I brought Mifzal to see his mother for the last time and kissed her. But he laughed and turned away. Then, he looked back with a smile. Maybe he thought Umi just playing with him. Arwah was buried that night. There were so many people performed solat jenazah. My nephew lead the prayer and later read du'a after talkin.
Mifzal was present during the prayer and burial. He didn't cry. But when they left the cementry, he kept looking back. Maybe he wonder what is the place.
The following weeks a little bit tough for Mifzal. He could not talk yet. But he kept staring at the kitchen and upstair. Coz if Umi at home, she will be with him. If not with him, she would be either in the kitchen cleaning his bottles and prepared food for him or upstairs. Whenever he heard the footsteps outside, he looked at the door with anticipation. When the door is finally opened by someone else, he looked away. Once, he cried so hard when my sister's sister in law picked up her son. He followed and hold her dress. But then he saw her face and turned away, still crying.
Mifzal turned one year on 31 July. We have simple celebration that night. I brought birthday jellycake for him. It is priceless to see my nephew's smiling face when he saw the cake. Mifzal just wanted to play and touch the cake. Mifzal seemed to move on easily. He is a strong person like his mother.He became attached to my sister and learned many new things. Whenever he heard music, he will groove his body. He knows how to salam, play hide and seek, really active. Whenever he come up with the new things, I thought of his mother. She will be happy to see Mifzal's development.
Arwah will always be in our memory. I have a short time of knowing her. Remember my first time being introduced to her. She did not talk much but smile. Whenever I went to my sister's house, I remember her greeting. And if my sister cooked something, she would invite me to eat. And the first time she came over to my house and put Mifzal on the round sofa. Her excitement coz finally she was at my home. And the swimming pool when we bring Mifzal for swimming. I am not able to go to the pool yet.
Passing the accident spot on the way to my sister's house never fail to bring tears to my eyes. It is only 5 to 10 minutes more to reach home. But when Allah said it is time for us to meet him, then it will be. Al fatihah again to Fifah. Cik Ana feel so blessed to meet and know a fine young woman like you. Thank you for giving Mifzal. We will take care of him and raise him to be a good man as a Muslim and to the world.
Ira is getting married this Friday. If you were around, you will be happy coz thru Hafiz and you, Ira and Firdaus met. Even though the meeting was not planned by both of you but still, you are part of it. We will miss you on that day. And other days too. Looking at Mifzal is like looking at you. May Allah blessed your soul and grant you Jannah.


Saturday, June 13, 2015

A chaotic week.

I went back to my hometown last weekend for a family matter. Family of my niece's boyfriend want to meet my sister for get to know session. That's it. The rest we left to jodoh. If it materialised, it would be great as the guy is nice and humble regardless of his background.

Coming back from Kuala Terengganu, there are so many things to do at the office. But something terrible happened. My father called and informed that there is an unauthorised withdrawal being made daily from 5th May to 25th May. I can only go back this weekend as I got class next weekend. To see the bank officer and pursue further with police. The week before, I received email from MIA about AFAR class starting this weekend but I do not pay much attention as I registered for auditing. Little did I know that the reason the email with regards to AFAR was sent to me because I wrongly ticked AFAR as my course for this round.. Now I am in trouble because the class tomorrow, already booked ticket and most important I have promised my father to resolve this. If not, I am afraid the cctv recording wont be there anymore.

With all the chaos, I ended up in the office wearing different pair of sandals. Both are black but different pattern. I only realised in the afternoon. Yesterday, with the headache, I showed up in the office with swollen face and puffy eyes. Feel totally beaten, that's why i choos to rest first and go back to my hometown tonight.

But all is not this week. Finally, Lazada called me to settle the problem I lodged at tribunal ou t of court. They agreed to accept the phone back and refund it. On top of that, they promised to give me voucher for tempered glass and cover case which I bought from Lelong. Well, since I returned that phone, why I should keep the tempered glass and cover case for that model. Yesterday, the staff came to pick up the item but I have not withdrawn the case until I got the refund.

But as online shopping addict, I bought steam mop on offer from Lazada at discounted price of RM77. And today, I received two more items baby johnson shampoo(it is cheap) and robotic vacuum. The first item, shampoo, upset me a little because the pump is spoilt. But there is other alternative to it.



But there is a pleasant surprise when I unwrapped robotic vacuum box. They upgraded it to higher model. The one I bought is RM999 but they sent a better model. It sure end up my week nicely.


Going to sungai buloh to see my grand nephew who can walk now.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Syhh...I become one of the grafitti writer

Some of you may have known that parking for my apartment is in another building. It is connected via skybridge at 11th and 6th floor. The bridge at 11th floor is longer but scary especially on a windy day. My creative mind will tell me that the wind will blow me off the bridge. At times, I can feel the floor of the bridge rock slowly beneath your feet. My phobia. If you happen to be there, you can see a fat lady hurriedly made her way to the other side. Of course, she will walk in the middle of the lane, would not go to the left or right. That's me.

Sometimes, I will challenge myself by standing near the railing looking at the scenery down there. There, another thought cross my mind that a pyscho is nearby, ready to push me off the bridge. Again. I will walk fast to the door, swipe my access card and quickly slip inside the building. Damn,I hate this phobia. I love stay in high building but I am phobia of the height. Once I am familiar, I will be okay.

When I could not conquer my height phobia, I will resort to use bridge at 6th floor. I feel safe and comfortable but I hate it because of the design. You have to go through the stair, up and down, up again and down again. Isn't it sound like Exid's song, Up and Down. Yes, the song is fun but taking stair is a Big No. Even though it is only two steps, it is an ordeal for someone who's having osteoarthritis and knee pain.

My parking is at 8th floor (4 floors from the entrance. To go to 11th floor, I have to take the elevator at the parking building up to 12th floor. As my apartment is built on the hilly slope, 12th floor of the building is same level as 11th floor of my apartment building. But both elevators in the parking broke down due to rain. More than two months. Today, cannot tahan anymore. So, I scribbled something on the notice posted by management on the elevator door. Hahaha, I am officially the grafitti writer now. I wish I can take picture but my camera is not working anymore. And my phone is the cikai one.

I am back from hibernation

Hi there. I have been away for too long. I really miss putting my thoughts here. So many headlines, be it financial, politics..oh well. We wait and see who is going to have the last laugh.

I do not follow news anymore. Some of the events made me sad, sick or whatsoever align with it. But news, somehow, they follow me. Because of facebook. People like to share their reading, thanks to it, I manage to keep up with world today, forcefully. And some of it is not a nice one. 1MDB, really got me gasping. Well, they detailed it out but still sound like fairy tales. Well, we leave it to AG and PAC to drill. Whatever, they should not be too ambitious with the investment especially the risky one. It is public fund, so do not take chance. It is nothing wrong for PM to diversify nation income by setting up investment firm. But when you start creating liability to cover the other, slowly and slowly, the hole is getting bigger. I know it as I am an avid debt maker. Oh, I really wish I win SSP to make it big.

Moving to another hot thing, GST. It is really troublesome and accounting wise, it is getting more complicated. I think more than FRS. Do you think it is fair? If government needs more fund, why reduce corporate tax? And they rebuffed claiming to pull more investor. Well, if the smarts talk, what the loser like me can say. Anyhow, the corporate has been given so much incentives already. The businessman always cry wolf about loses, loses, profit reduction especially the bank. They run away with so many charges, not to mention the interest. And I have to be frank, I am not affected with GST as the government has reduced the personal tax rate. And the richer will enjoy the most. Imagine 1% saving on RM250,000 income. But the poor will suffer because of price hike by petty traders or unregistered GST business. The government thought they can absorb by BR1M. How many times a year do you give? But overtime, people will swallow and forget about it. And kudos to those businesses who absorb GST as they can offset input against output  tax plus the savings from reduction of corporate tax.

And another shocking new is the arrest of our genius due to paedophilia case. I feel so sad thinking about him who has wasted his chance for a bright future, his parents and others. Why it happen to him? What bother him so much that he turn to this? This thing also made me thinking of deleting my nieces/nephews' photos from here. It is a scary world out there.