Meeting strangers of fun-MDKK

 

For the first time I was willing to meet up with all strangers. I Knew not even one of them. We joked through the Facebook.

I was conducting a training to my client at The Land Below The Wind, Sabah. Upon knowing my trip to Sabah, Lea set a meeting.

So, we met, happily.

The meeting was not only with Lea, but a group of them……

 

 

We came in our ‘Macam Di KK’ T-Shirt.

Among them was Viscount, the MDKK FB group founder, who came in as the superman for that night.

He created the group and he who pulled me in that group, which I categorized as The group of happiness.

 

   

Regardless of age and the place we were from, we got together as one could imagine ‘just like in KK’. Thats what ‘Macam Di KK’ means.

Wherever we are residing, ‘Macam di KK’ applies. KK is for Kota Kinabalu, which is the capital city of Sabah and to me, ‘Macam Di KK’ is the phrase of unity.

It is a title of a local song, composed by a local singer, who happen to be a member of MDKK Facebook group too.Too bad he could not attend the gathering.

I felt so honored that night. Everyone was glad to have me as their extra member joining their get together.

What a great night to greet my coming back to my hometown.

Macam Di KK (much-charm-Dee-Kay-Kay) is the way to go..!!!

Important email-Missing Person

 

Today, I received an important email. She said , she was browsing the internet and found my blogpost titled ‘There is a dead body behind my house’, written in March 2010.

Reading her email almost shed me tears. She attached the image of her father, who went missing since Feb,2009.

She wanted me to check if I could identify any similarities between her father (in the photo) and the poor old man, who was found dead behind my housing area, in 2010.

I quickly searched for the old photographs of the dead man. I ripped off my fear and for the very first time, I zoomed into the face of the dead man, for several minutes. I could not find any indication, though. While zooming every inch of the body, deep inside I prayed that I will not get a bad news for her.

That wasn't her father.!! Phew.! Thank God.

Dear reader, wherever you go, please look around you. Lets help her to find her missing father. I’m keeping her email address, just in case there is a need to contact her. The lady is living in Klang town, which is about 40 Kilometers from Kuala Lumpur.

Just imagine if it happens to us………………

The Bodyguard

 

This is not about my bodyguard, as I don't have one and I don't need one. This is about the matter that has been haunting me for the past 2 days, the death of my favorite singer, Whitney Houston.

I remember watching the romantic-thriller film, The Bodyguard, featuring her and another favorite actor of mine, Kevin Costner.

That was the best movie to me, with acting debut of both of them. 

I feel like rushing to the CD store to buy the movie. I will get the original CD, for sure…err…I mean….like I always did.

Where do broken heart goes?

Step-by-step I wanna dance with somebody how will I know I will always love you greatest love of all so emotional saving all my love for you.

If you are her fan, you would know how many songs consists in the last paragraph.

Whitney Houston died at 48

 

48? Thats almost my age and here I am thinking that I will live forever, while The Almighty Allah would take anybody at all, when He thinks its time.

Hearing the sad news about this favorite singer of mine, makes me realize how lucky I am , living in a simple life, surrounded by a loving family. I do not need an extra ‘happiness booster’ in order to be happy.

I tried to imagine being a world popular singer, like Whitney. I could feel the heat of my screaming fans. I could feel the irritation hearing the clicking of cameras surrounding my family dinner. I could feel the emotion reading poisonous remarks from the gossipers. My poor family had to go through the agony throughout my career, being followed by paparazzi and mamarazzi. Privacy is only gained within the four walls of my room. Oh NO…!!!

I need to have a good vacation minus the Paparazzis. I want to continue barbequing by the beach with my family without being watched. I want to do my shopping spree without being chased by my fans. I want to wear whatever feels comfortable to me without judgment on the price, by the journalist. I want to sit by the roadside eating my favorite Durian. I want to feel free eating my favorite ‘Chendol’ at a hawker stall without being starred at.

Oh..by the way, Chendol (chen-doll) is a sweet coconut milk dessert, widely found at Malaysia hawker stalls. Its yummy.

I feel sorry to Whitney’s relatives and I feel sorry for myself for loosing another favorite singer of mine, but I am glad for being who and what I am.

Rest in peace Whitney Houston.

The birthday of The Prophet Muhammad

 

I chose to write about this story for my own purpose. So that it will be remembered by me and by all of you, the great people who visit this humble blogsite of mine. Let me start my post with prayer….

‘O my Rabb! Open my heart, ease my task and remove the impediment from my speech so that people may understand what I say”Surah 20, verses 25-28

Just to share a little history about the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH), Muhammad was born at Makkah on the 12th of the 3rd Islamic months ‘Rabbi-al-Awwal’. His father died before he was born. He then was brought up by His grandfather. When His grandfather died, Muhammad lived with his uncle.

As a young boy, Muhammad kept himself chaste and pure, despite the corruption, gambling, drinking and other extreme indulgence in sensual pleasures, which was happening uncontrollably, at that time.

When he became old enough to choose his profession, he started trading. He earned such a reputation widely known to the most prominent capitalists of Makkah. That was when Khadijah, the wealthy widow, got to know him. Khadijah appointed him to handle her business. He turned Khadijah’s business so excellently. She then married this young business agent of hers.

It was his practice to meditate in a cave called ‘Hira’ for 1 month every year. He chose Ramadhan, the 9th month of The Islamic Calendar. Muhammad was 40 years old then, and didnt know how to read or write, when during his meditation at the cave, he heard the voice forcing him to read…..

“Read.! in the name of your Rabb, who created.

Created man from a leechlike mass.

Read.! your Lord is the most gracious,who taught by the pen,

taught men what he knew not”

The voice delivering the word was so loud and clear, that the word remained in Muhammad’s heart as if being inscribed upon his heart. That very same day, he also heard the voice said….

“ O Muhammad ! You’re Allah’s messenger and I am Gabriel”

This word marks Muhammad as The Prophet and the word was the 1st revelation he received, delivered by the heavenly messenger, Gabriel, the same messenger who came to Prophet Musa. This was verified to Muhammad and Khadijah, by a very old man who knew the scriptures of the Jews and Christian. The Old man was Waraqa bin Naufal, who happened to be Khadijah’s cousin.

The Arabic word Mawlidurrasul means the observance of birthday of The Prophet. This is referring to The Prophet Muhammad(Peace be upon Him). All the Muslim country celebrated the day, a week ago. Its a very special day for the Muslim.  In Malaysia, Mawlidurrasul is a public holiday. We will filled up the day with prayers to The Prophet muhammad (PBUH).

 

Similarity from across the ocean

 

Both handsome men are among my honorable guests.

Omar Bin Laden, the son of the most famous man in the history Osama Bin Laden. He and his wife, Zainah caused me a shock.!, once upon a time, when they dropped me a comment in one of my posting. I almost dropped from my chair.

Azizul Rahim, the latest guest to follow my blogsite, as of today. I dont know him and dont remember if I’ve ever spoken to him. I’ve met him twice though. Both meeting were during a family gathering on my husband’s side. Based on the family structure , he probably has to address me as Aunt. His sweet smile and that charismatic look makes me feel welcomed to the family. I love that hat too.

They are both living far apart, totally from a different background, no biological connection, no tele-connection. None. These 2 gentlemen with Zero connection, somehow…

look carefully…Dont they have similarity?

Landmines Game

 

There was a calling for me to take the challenge. Then one day I arrived. I got into a huge room. It was so dimmed that I could only see spots all over the floor. I was told that, those were land mines.I walked slowly and steadily.

I had to walk across within the dimmed light, towards the other side of the room. It wasn't an easy move, having landmines all around. A single mistake could mean fatal. Step by step, I reached the middle. Another half of the challenge to the other side. I could also see dim shadows not too far from where I was. They were just like me. Walking cautiously, avoiding danger. Suddenly………

‘Bomb..!!’

Ouch..! That hurts.! the unlucky guy screamed. Lucky for him, it wasn't a fatal mistake he did. He raised his hand. The lights switched on. He needed a rest. Then I heard through the speakers “Take 5. You are excused”. It took him a while before he started his journey again.

It was only then I new that the room was watched closely by group of people. The wall was made of a see through material. People were watching us from out there. It was a game.

I was still shocked by the loud thud, but it didn't stop me from going ahead, aiming for the victory. So far so good. I have not stepped on the fatal inheritance.

Quarter to go. I heard an announcement……

Danger zone!!

I noticed the number of landmines are getting more, which getting more difficult for me to maneuver my way through. At times, I had to jump, skipping a few.  More cautious moves I made.

Suddenly..

BAM..!!!

Gosh..!!! THAT WAS CLOSE..!

My heart was pumping hard. The landmine triggered, just next to me, as I almost reached the safe area.

I stunned . My steps stopped.

Another 3 jumps to the finishing line. One……Two….Three…..Done..!!!!

‘Thats it..! Im done with this game’

I walked out . PHEW…!!!

My Fun Big Family

 

These are just a number of them. My little nieces and nephews. 38 of them as of today. Coming from such a big family, I’m still able to remember all their names and their looks.

   

Full of action.

 

 

There are 14 – 1(deceased) of us from the same mother and father. Our parents could memorize our names without fail too.

We are a big family that full of laughter and jokes. We talk like friends. Be it mother to daughter, sister to sister, sister to brother, brother to father……..

Any villagers activities at all, there will be representatives from the house. We help and helped.

 

 

Who has never caught in and argument among siblings ?

You are lying..!

Growing up among the huge family. I experienced  bullying and being bullied. Argument is part of our lives. That keeps us strong, close and together, regardless of age.

    

  

Its all about love. Love keeps us together.

At times, our games and jokes can be scary, but a joke is a joke. Nobody get hurt even it sounded hurting to a stranger’s ear.

“No matter how far apart, keep-in-touch and do not ‘fight’, especially when you are having your own family” My mom said.

 

We would gather as often as we could. Travelling cost is never an issue.

‘Support you brothers and sisters’. Thats the word of wisdom from our parents.

  

Having all their children under one roof again is the best moment for my aging loving parents.

The family activities vary from land to ……..

  

ocean..!

    Every fun thing is shared, including the catch of the day, edible or non-edible.

 

 

A mansion is never spacey enough when we get together. At times, rooms got to be shared and going to the washroom is a waiting game.

   

Even when eating time is by turns, no one complained, as we had been told to…

‘Give in to the elders’ and

 

‘Be forgiving’

Its fun….! Having a big family is indeed, fun..!

Distance keeps us apart, but LOVE keeps us together.