Rainy season comes early in Penansular East Coast

Well, KB and I, we just decided last week that we would like to spend our afternoon walking around the campus. KB usually had sometimes in the afternoon after office hour while waiting for her husband to pick her up.

Anyway, towards the second day, we were running for our dry clothes against the drops of rain. The rain drops were not the actual drops. It poured down heavily on us.

But then again, to think that I normally would not have a chance - to just go ahead and 'mandi hujan' by pretending to be polite walking under my umbrella - that was a very good excuse. As for KB, she was down with the flu the day after but thankfully, it was not the real one.

This afternoon, KB was not in for the game. And the thunderstorm frightened me with the 'lightning' idea. There goes another day of not wasting our fat by walking.

Anyway, I am going home after this, to cycle. Hopefully.

Oblivious

Things in life may not follow our needs or intentions. It has its own course. It will fly, jump, stop, swim, whenever necessary because as we all now, all are up to Him. Because we never can see the large picture. 

 

We are too small to realize that there were house burning next to the road behind those tall houses even though we can see the fire engine was next to you and many firefighters around. That was so true to my friend and I, yesterday afternoon while we were heading to Tesco of Kg Sireh. Well, if we were so oblivious to circumstances that were supposed to be seen, how about other things? 

Put on the thinking cap.... 

Grateful is a big word for a tiny little piece of imperfectness

I just bought a new car. Praise to Allah and I am very happy about that. Thus, I've been shying-sang on the road; from KB to AS, back to KB, went to AS again; all those to spend time with my family back home. Everything when just perfect until last week. 

During one of the Hari Raya open-house, my friend's husband realized that there was a hairline cracked on the left-side at the back of my car bumper plus half-size of one Ringgit paint scratched. I was obviously shocked by the finding since I didn't remember anyone bump into my car. Of course my mind started racing by to find the culprit. For sometimes, I felt quite unhappy. 

But then again, being surrounded by good people is good for our soul.

I've a flock of FB friends who posted many good things in their status. In addition, there are many motivators who's FB's account I subscribed into. 

There's one post mentioned that we shall be thankful of losing a pair of shoes because amongst us, there are many without a pair of feet.

Well, having a scratched paint is nothing. Many are still wishing that they at least have a car that can be driven around.

So, be grateful for the many good things instead of worrying over a tiny little piece of imperfectness. 

Hiding behind the door, no more!

Well, finally I am admitting that I have been hiding my life behind my closed door (of the office, of course!). Since coming back from Japan (which was almost 3 years.... Ahem!), things have been a little difficult for me in term of fitting-in. It has been in my nature to always be with the winning team and I am not used to be belittled. So, I worked very hard and Allah has finally granted my wishes one by one. Alhamdulillah! Praise to Him, the almighty. 

(Anyway, I have to explain that it is not that I worked hard I got it all but because of Him, He who decides to grace upon me.)

People might think that I took too long time to get my life straight. Again, it happened because I think too much with less action. As my Japanese adopted mother said, many times, I was a thinker but not a doer. Thus, the years past and one fine day I think that I should change, and I did. 

I bought a new digital camera (cheaper than the previous one with less functions but working good for my need) and had started to shoot here and there. But just a point and shoot kind of photography. No more fancy camera, a soft warning from my mother replayed whenever I walked past a camera store or surfing an online one. 

That was just one of the example. 

We cannot ask too much from life. Life is like that, there are ups and downs. I am in the happy mood. A lot of oxytoxin nowadays!

Boy asking for donation

Yesterday morning, while having my Saturday off, I heard a small voice gave a salam outside my gate. Peeking behind the curtain of the glass sliding door, there was silhouette of a small boy looking inside the house compound. In the background, another rode a bicycle away from my house passed the bushes in front of my neighbour's house. This boy who was standing in front of my house seemed a little nervous and kept looking back at the bushes but I can't see anyone there. He gave another salam and I answered. Through the half opened glass sliding door, I asked him if he needed anything. He said that he came asking for a donation. For his school, he said when I queried for a reason.

I then told him to wait and went to my room to wear a hijab since I intended to go out to the gate. While holding the keys of the grilled door, I heard 'bird' sound, not the chirping one but a hollow-sounding. Sound that I used to make when I was a little girl playing with my brothers and friends, we used the sound as a sign. When I looked at the boy, the little boy was now had turned his back and facing the bushes. I guessed that the sound should come from him. It then crossed my mind that these two young children, male, age maybe around 7-9 years old were playing a game on me. Is this a plain little child in front of my gate was for real?

Just about to open the lock, I asked him if he brought any letter from the school with him. He told me that his brother didn't gave him any. Simply then, I asked him if he can come back with the letter because I won't give without one. He just left without saying a word, walking towards the bushes.

I might be paranoid in this case and am thinking more that I should.

The donation culture has become part of the society. In a way it is good especially when we know that we are helping others. It is a mood booster. In Islam, it is known as zakah or sadaqah.

But many schools are using the students to ask for donation, and some are for its own operational up-front. Up until one point I do not know which one is true, which is bogus. This boy coming to my house was unlike any other boy that we usually saw asking for donation in the shopping complex. I was very sure that he was a local, from the same kampong. My worry was that these boys probably thought that the easiest way to get money was by asking donation, which means that our society of the future generations could be in grave danger. Just use our imagination if my instinct is true.

I prayed for these two children and hope that I was wrong. If I was wrong, then I prayed that someone else with a bigger heart would gave them a better donation and God would pardon me for such bad thinking.