Feeling guilty

"THE darkest hours of the night and the wee hours of the morning – it is in these nocturnal hours that death waits at every bend and corner on our roads and highways.

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But we must not forget it is not just drivers of public transport vehicles, like express buses and lorries, who have to be alert at such hours.

The individual driver who has not had adequate rest, who proudly boasts that he can travel from Kuala Lumpur to Penang on the North-South Expressway under four hours, has the potential to create just as much carnage on the roads as any public vehicle driver."

Source:

http://www.thestar.com.my/Opinion/Columnists/The-Star-Says/Profile/Articles/2014/04/20/Dont-let-more-people-die-in-vain/

Upteempth update

I came back late on Thursday night, which is very seldomly done nowadays unless I have got video conferencing session scheduled. My routine now is to go to the gym at least twice after work during the week either on Tuesday or Wednesday & another slot on Friday and to be followed by another longer session on Sunday morning. This is the time where I usually find the gym with only two treadmills to be available without the need to wait @ queue. Usually I will be the only one around at that time with my music on full blast!
Maybe one or two guys next door (there is a wall between both gym and split entrance).

So, imagine my surprise when I passed by the gym to see quite a significant number of manly guys doing their workout esp. the weighlifting. Oh my! Check out their biceps & triceps! *blushed* Lucky that the gym was actually on a higher split level compared to the corridor that I was walking so I didn't get to see their lower body parts hahahaha... *blamed the abundance of testosterone*
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While I was on the treadmill yesterday (which was facing the wall, with the entrance behind me) I heard a mother came in with kids (inc. one who just is about 1-2 yo I guess by the sound of his crying). I just plodded on, alternating with running, and not long after that the loud crying began..i think not even 5 minute! So, what a mother got to do? Instead of exercising and taking care of the kids too...she left with both kids! Pity her & I am blessed indeed.. I get to do whatever I want, anytime, without any hassle!

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Now, I have got 1,2 and sometimes 3 'admirers' at the apartment. It started when I saw there is always a bowls of kibble and water by the guardhouse. I still have the stock of kibble at the office, for Kilat, the one that I unofficially adopted but roaming freely on campus nowadays. So, I make sure to pack a small tupperware of kibble and once I parked or getting into my car I will look around and call out: first time, only one came out,  undernourished and one leg has been broken. Then, it was two... and yesterday, it was three! Problem now, if I were to accidently forget to have it with me then...they will be devastated I guess! I long to keep them for good but I am already out-of-office for the whole of next week, and often time I leave home as early as 7am and might came back as late as 10pm.. what will they do? In cage? But they are outside and having the freedom to mingle around now...

I promised you...this is the last sad song!

I was waiting for the light to turn green and playing with the radio buttons and caught this chorus was on air...
"Oh Tuhan tolonglah aku
Hapuskan rasa cintaku
Akupun ingin bahagia
Walau tak bersama dia.."

Disclaimer: Nothing to do with my own life experience, nor any related person whether dead or alive.

P/s: Bila tengok video clip lagilah menitik air mata - at the end...

Juz 7

Mak la.. not me but *hungheadinshame* Typical of me, I have the know-how now but always find excuses not to read the verses. Even 110 verses of a surah takes me days!

Mak had a disadvantage childhood (at least to me). She did not went to formal school at all. She did learn how to read the Q*ran a bit but then she got married at the age of 14, moved places (S*ngapore, Cam*ron,  hometown & then a totally new settlement area) and went on to have 9+2 children. I guess, the emphasized back then was to be a good housewife, a mother and so much more. It wasn't helping that the societal leaning was more towards the much loved sons instead of daughters... but I heard stories - my maternal granddad was the best!

When I talked to her yesterday, she explained her feeling of being reluctant to leave home for  more than a couple of days. She is really looking forward to attend the daily session with the ustazah and later on each day practicing by herself using the digital version. She said, definitely will  have a pulut kuning moment to signify the completion of 30 juzuks! May Allah grants her wishes and give her ample time in this world to achieve it & blessed her with the rewards in the hereafter, insyaAllah and amin.

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My first sewage bill arrived yesterday. RM8 per month???! That is more than double the amount I pay for water supply, i.e. RM5 (minumum rate) for every 2 month.
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A reminder of how small is this world: a long, long time ago, somebody wrote an email to me about applying for an academic position in my institution. I replied by saying sorry but sorry there was no vacancies. But I did told him other avenues to try... lo and behold, today I met him for breakfast to welcome him as my new colleague (in another department).
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I am sending material (with sample) for K'tan *wow!* to be sewn into raya kurung. Yes, it is still far ahead (not really if you are kind of forward thinking person like me) but then my hometown tailor who took more than 6 months to finish my last order had change her 'job' and no longer taking any orders. The other that I tried - not comfortable enough. The one that I have nearby at work place already stop taking orders even after much persuasion...at least I managed to squeeze in 3 pairs hehehe... She is complaining of getting sleepy every time she started to sew.. I guess, it is kind of a boring job, being alone at home, and as we get older, need to strain our eyes too. Even her husband is not helping, "How much more kurungs will be enough?" Haha! I guess... I always need one more pair of kurungs.. and the next one! What I did was...usually I did not come visit her empty handed, I brought her something like snacks, some home-baked choc cake and at one time, even roti canai telur! With the hope enough to sustain her for a long period to come.
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Missing him. I do. I am angry too. I'm too old to play these games. How I wish to simply stop counting the days, erased memory of everything and never to cry again.

Lady Driver again.. *sigh*

It was a typical Monday morning rush to work. I was out already late than the normal-before-7am to avoid the school rush between 7-7:30am. But had ample time to take  a few snaps of the sun shining bright... put a caption #anewrayoflight on IG, throw my weekend garbage into the collection bin & quickly started the engine - only to be met by..

S.I.L.E.N.C.E

All indicators were in red & some were blinking.. enough to make me panicking! Oh come on, not today of all day! I suddenly remembered that the car was long overdue for servicing (for my lack of time to make the necessary booking arrangement) and I knew that particular red indicator in the middle of the dashboard was meant for the battery! Quick called to Bro #3, hurriedly explained the symptoms and the verdict was a dead battery!!! When was the last time I change the battery again?

Oh my God!!! You never change the battery since you bought the car in July 2011? *hungheadinshame*

Yes it was a non-dry cell battery which normally last for one year or so, and the last time I checked the water level was... er, I sent it for service last July, before Eid! Oh my God!!!! *knockmy headonthewall* What I did (failed to do actually) was really stupid!!!

Ok, ok.. I should take better care of my ride insyaAllah from now on. I did try to revive the battery life by putting in some liquid (see, I do have the intention to check the water level so I bought a bottle already) and tried to start the engine again...at least I had a sound; a coughing sound! And what was all to it..

Time for Plan B: Talked to my girlfriends *who must now promised me never to share this stupid story with their husbands* It's either the battery (better than) or the alternator (more costly to repair)! Now, need to wait for workshop to open at 9am..

I was fasting actually. I woke up in time for sahur, coffee and a slice of bread with kaya. Being stupid make me hungry so I had a pack of instant mee which kind of calm my nerves...haha! Maydayed my neighbour for Plan C and she gave me a no. for another workshop nearby. And more waiting continue...

End of the story: The guy from the workshop came a bit late, take out the old one and put in the new ones.. Oh, it's the wrong negative/positive! Wait for him to go changing the necessary battery that costed RM200 for a dry cell with 1 year warranty while disposing the old ones at RM10 only. I did ask, is there a way for me to know that the battery is runni ng low?  A signal or something? Too bad, none so far...

Imagine if i was to happen after I finished my class at 10pm on Saturday night?

Moral of the story: I need a man real bad, who can take care of this kind of problems for moi! But, I also learn that I survived by myself,  a man might learn to appreciate an independent woman like me.

And I did pick up the phone and made the appointment for servicing my car this coming Thursday....