Sunday, September 24, 2017

One Hundred Seventy Three

Hayl asks challenging questions which usually starts with "Why" or "How".

Like, how does a dragon drink (does it even exist)? Or how long have Youtube been there (I asked him to google the history of Youtube)... why did kak Rose say this and that in Upin Ipin?

Most of the times, truthfully, we don't even have answers for these. As a matter of fact, these questions never really cross our mind!

Growing children are curious. They are absorbing fast through their observations and experience.

Stimulate their thoughts. Don't discourage them from thinking and asking even if it tires or annoys you. Don't shut them from being curious.

So yesterday he asked another difficult one, "Do USA want to (wage) war with North Korea? Why?" I asked him to google instead 😝 "Asyik gooogle je!" he replied.

Frankly honey, I would need to google myself to give you the answer. You might as well do the googling yourself.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

One Hundred Seventy Two

I just received a devastating news.

My form 1 classmate had just passed away this morning out of heart attack, leaving a wife behind. We're barely 35, let alone 40.

This just reminds me of today's very unhealthy lifestyle. With lack of exercise (I barely sweat recently), the food intake, the amount of chemicals and artificial flavourings and colourings we consume is unimaginable.

From his recent photo, it's obvious his size has doubled, or even tripled since his wedding 3 years back. This worries me. It makes me think of my family, my husband and my friends.

Let this serves as a reminder, and a lesson to take greater care of our health. Because our body, too, is an amanah from Allah.

Al-fatihah, F.

One Hundred Seventy One

Will you remember me on this starry night?
Will you remember me when the wind blows softly against your face?

Will I be the one you think of before retiring tonight?
Will I be the first on your mind when you open your eyes?

Will I cross your mind amidst the laughter?
Will I even stay in when the silence strikes?

Would our thoughts somewhat connect in the universe?
Would that be the reason I'm longing for you right now?

Would it take absence to finally feel your existence?
Would it require distance to appreciate your presence?

aruzahazzi
22 Sept 2017

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

One Hundred Seventy

Nobody is stopping me from what I'm achieving. If you can't keep up, you may excuse yourself from this walk. You don't want to be the one holding me back.

Sunday, September 3, 2017

One Hundred Sixty Nine

While taking his bath this morning, my husband brushed his teeth twice intentionally. I asked why. He said, "Doktor kan suruh gosok gigi dua kali sehari. So, malam ni kita tak payah gosok gigi lagi dah."

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Sunday, August 6, 2017

One Hundred Sixty Eight

I am technically a hobby-less girl. I don't listen to music nor do I watch TV. I don't do sports, indoor nor outdoor. I don't collect stuff. I don't play games (does Candy Crush count?) Oh maybe I like reading and writing, but these two aren't hobbies. They're not something I do religiously.

But I love things like marching, choral speaking, drama and all. I like coaching people involved in those. Maybe it just shows that I love teaching/coaching. But you wouldn't call it a hobby, would you? Because you don't do this on weekly or daily basis. You do this, I mean, I do this when there's a competition or when people hire me to.

I am basically a boring person. But when I engage myself in the abovementioned activities, I think people should respect my that. They should allow me to indulge in it and give me some space to be my true self.You know when you're doing something you really love and you tend to show your true colours.

Hey, maybe what I really love is winning. Yeah, maybe.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

One Hundred Sixty Seven

Sometimes it's not fun to share things with him because he always makes snide remarks.

But yesterday was different. We were on the highway and it was a 3-hour drive. I was probably staring aimlessly outside the window and he asked, "Jaja fikir apa?"

"If I share you promise you won't make any annoying comment as usual?"

He nodded.

"I was imagining myself being behind bars. In prison."

He kept listening. But his eyes were on the road.

"I think the cruelest punishment can be imprisonment. Imagine how it can bore you to death looking at the four empty walls every second. Not having anyone to talk to."

I continued, "If I were in jail, I'd demand for books everyday."

He laughed, "If you're a bookworm why would you be in jail in first place?"

"Ramai je orang genius (not self-proclaiming, just comparing, LOL) masuk penjara."

"No, I mean, kalau Jaja kerja baca buku je hari-hari, bila masa Jaja nak commit a crime?"

"Oh yes. Tapi ramai je orang kena frame lepas tu masuk penjara. They write tafseers, solved maths problems, created scientific theories..."

"Betul. Macam ahli Ikhwan, Ibnu Kutb."