Thursday, May 22, 2008

this is for iema for not asking me about buns in the oven

I was chatting with my friend iema the other day and she told me that my blog is getting a bit too serious. ;-)

Sorry dear. A lot of stuff have been going through my mind.

Tapi on a lighter note - here's my two cents worth on married life and what happens the morning after!
Don't get me wrong I;am very happily married ( well right up until now at least hahaha) I hope Afiq does not realise soon that he's gotten more than what he bargained for.

My topic today is about buns. Or more accurately buns in the oven. Babies to be more exact. The thing about Malay culture is they expect you to hit it like rabbits on heat and produce right away and I dare say if it was possible for the little one to pop right out of you like how air is squeezed out of a balloon they'd probably suggest you get popping too.

My cousin who also recently got married the same year I did ( Hi Qayya) has a really good answer to these enquiries by bespectacled makciks who give you this suprised look everytime you tell them that your poor oven is empty.

" anak? takde lagi anak tekak ade," ( insert delirious laughter).

my answer usually dpends on the person asking and because I like to terrorise Makcik meyibuk yg sangat ramai di Malaysia, I usually say that Afiq does not know where to hit hahahahah ( delirious laughter) it usually shocks them and dear hubby that I straight waway get some activity done right away ;-p

Actually I still need to finish my story. But this ones for Iema. Cheers Sweets. Promise that I'll keep things lite and thanks for stopping by. (muahs)

Friday, May 2, 2008

Where The Mind is Without Fear

So many things are happening in my country right now. And as much as I like to ignore it I fear for the future of the coming generations, I fear for the moral decay of the youth that no longer hold on to principles. I fear that there will no longer be kindness and compassion.

Some serious stuff huh? The thing is just the other day I was in a cab passing the busy road near the masjid jamek area and a blind man was standing at the side of the road ( I think he wanted to cross the road or something ) because he was moving his cane a lot and nobody even gave him a second glance. He was carrying a lot of things ( a backpack and a big plastic bag)

No one stopped to help him.

Everyone was so busy and caught up with their own lives that no one even bothered.

And because I'am such a sappy soul, I wonder what happened to him everytime I pass the bloodly road!

Apart from that, listening to all this politicians debate the future of my nation, the global food crisis and everything else that is wrong is just leaving me upset.

this is one of favourite poems by Rabindranath Tagore. Its also a very accurate potrayal of how I'am feeling right this very minute.
Where The Mind is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake