I finally succumbed to it. Just cannot help it anymore. The minute I received the sms from Maxis about the promo, I kept thinking about getting one. It actually started when abah and mak came over in June. I saw abah belekkiing the sister's iPhone and I can sensed that he liked it. I was thinking of ways to afford buying one for abah but I ended up buying one for me... hmmmm.... tunggulah balik AS nanti, kalau abah nampak cam teringin saja, kena beli lah jugak kat dia..
Therefore I am now a proud owner of an iPhone 3G (s) 16 GB... which I shall now call it as iPhonei...
I told Min about my new purchase and we got to chatting about the hp that we have had over the years. The first time I ever get to use a mobile phone was during the Hospital era. I was sometimes on call, bukan doctor pon, tapi on call jugak, so the Hospital provided me with a pager... in those days, ada pager pon tak cool ya amat. Later, when pager was not effective, and mobile phone became more mobile (who remembers the one that you have to carry like a briefcase, yang beteri dia as big as a car beteri tu????)... the Hospital bought a motorola set.. the size is about the same as the long envelope, 4x9 and as thick as a ream of A4 paper. The numbers on the screen (which you can only see the number you dialled, no texting, no CLIP available then) were red.. this is before it became green. That mobile phone was a pool phone, so whoever is on call have to carry that thing home. I have to put it in a tote bag and it was heavy, I tell you!!! Those days, I travel by bus, Len Seng bus to be precise and when the bus reached the Hospital, from the city centre, it will be full and chances were, I will have to stand all the way to Ayer Panas where I was staying. If the phone rang on the bus.... very the embarassing, I tell you... I would just pretended that I did not hear anything. Once it rang and rang and rang and I just cannot ignored it anymore, I have to answer it. All the passengers eyes were on me the whole time I was talking and I have to scream at the phone because the person on the other end cannot hear me properly, signal was an issue then... it was not COOL AT ALL!!! malu ya amat!!!! Yes, in those days, bawak handphone malu kat orang.. macam penting sangatlah sampai tak sempat nak tunggu sampai rumah...
20 years to now, look at how technology have evolved.... after that red screened phone, when I joined my last employment, I bought my own mobile phone. During that time, it was cool to have one. Everybody who is somebody (or at least thought that he/she is one, would own one). I bought it just because I was staying alone and I was already driving in KL and most of the time, alone. So my justification then, kalau jadi apa-apa, senang nak contact orang. The phone cost me RM1,030 when I was only earning RM3,300 per month!!!. But those days, we only switched the phone on only when we needed to use it kan. Sampai rumah, off, sampai office, off. Mobile phones can only be used for calls, still no texting and the screen was either green or black. The size of that phone???.. lets put it this way "kalau baling anjing, mati anjing tu!". And then everybody went crazy for a small phone... the smaller you hand set is, the cooler you are. But now, size does not matter.. its the functionality, the more functional, the better. I think size still matters but only in its capacity, not the physical size. It would not be so cool be seen using the phone the same size as the iPhone back in 2000.... not cool at all!!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Upload Gambar
I finally uploaded the photos taken on 4 July 2010 on Facebook.
Pergi Tak Kembali- Rabbani
Setiap insan pastikan merasaSaat perpisahan terakhir
Dunia yang fana akan ditinggalkan
Hanya amalan yang akan dibawa
Terdengar sayup surah dibaca
Sayu alunan suara
Cemas di dada lemah tak bermaya
Terbuka hijap di depan mata
Selamat tinggal pada semua
Berpisah kita selamanya
Kita tak sama nasib di sana
Baiklah atau sebaliknya
Amalan dan taqwa jadi bekalan
Sejahtera, bahagia pulang...kesana
Sekujur badan berselimut putih
Rebah bersemadi sendiri
Mengharap kasih anak dan isteri
Apa mungkin pahala dikirim
Terbaring sempit seluas pusara
Soal bicara terus bermula
Sesal dan insaf tak berguna lagi
Hancurlah jasad dimamah bumi
Berpisah sudah segalanya
Yang tinggal hanyalah kanangan
Diiringi doa dan air mata
Yang pergi takkan kembali lagi
Thursday, July 8, 2010
He was 48
when he took his last breath on 4th of July 2010. He would have been 49 had he lived to see his next birthday on 21 December 2010. He was my eldest brother, Azman. His death was sudden but not unexpected.
This morning when I woke up, I was trying to remember, when was the last time I spoke to him. The last time I saw him alive was on Thursday 1 July 2010. But I cannot remember when was the last time I talked to him. He came over to 410 the day I got home and asked me something about work and I cannot remember what I replied. I said a lot of bad and hurtful things to him sometime in March this year. Now I cannot remember whether I have asked for his forgiveness. When was the last time I salam-ed him?. No use for regrets now.
My eldest brother was not the smartest guy on the planet. He made some bad choices. He succumbed to temptations as did many of his friends. To succumb to the temptation was the easy way out. Despite all the wrongs that he had done, my eldest brother has the kindest of heart. He never made enemies with anyone. He was liked by everyone. Very helpful to others and very respectful to the elders. His life was hard, that is what he had to pay for, for all the wrong things he did. In the last 5 years or more, he was inflicted with all kind of sickness. He was diabetic and suffer from all kind of other illness due to diabetes, had renal failure and the latest was a tumour, not in the brain but on the skull at the back of his head (I may got this wrong). He was in a lot of pain but tried hard not to make life difficult to others.
He died before he became a burden. He died knowing that abah and mak had forgave him. He got his wish to be buried in SB because he wanted to be close to my grandparents and other family members. We were quite surprised to find out that his final resting place, was next to my paternal grandfather. They were very close. My brother was his favourite.
I have to remember to make duas for him, always. May Allah swt accept his taubat. May all his sickness, his pain, his sufferings be the kafarrah for all his sins. May Allah swt put him together with the solihins.
People remarked that his funeral were like a YB's. The minute the news of his death were out, both the opposition UMNO and PAS members came to set up tents outside no 7. The streams of visitors were overwhelming. Family, friends and neighbours old and new all came to pay their last respect. He death was easy and so was the whole funeral preparation. Alhamdulillah.
When and how will ours be?
This morning when I woke up, I was trying to remember, when was the last time I spoke to him. The last time I saw him alive was on Thursday 1 July 2010. But I cannot remember when was the last time I talked to him. He came over to 410 the day I got home and asked me something about work and I cannot remember what I replied. I said a lot of bad and hurtful things to him sometime in March this year. Now I cannot remember whether I have asked for his forgiveness. When was the last time I salam-ed him?. No use for regrets now.
My eldest brother was not the smartest guy on the planet. He made some bad choices. He succumbed to temptations as did many of his friends. To succumb to the temptation was the easy way out. Despite all the wrongs that he had done, my eldest brother has the kindest of heart. He never made enemies with anyone. He was liked by everyone. Very helpful to others and very respectful to the elders. His life was hard, that is what he had to pay for, for all the wrong things he did. In the last 5 years or more, he was inflicted with all kind of sickness. He was diabetic and suffer from all kind of other illness due to diabetes, had renal failure and the latest was a tumour, not in the brain but on the skull at the back of his head (I may got this wrong). He was in a lot of pain but tried hard not to make life difficult to others.
He died before he became a burden. He died knowing that abah and mak had forgave him. He got his wish to be buried in SB because he wanted to be close to my grandparents and other family members. We were quite surprised to find out that his final resting place, was next to my paternal grandfather. They were very close. My brother was his favourite.
I have to remember to make duas for him, always. May Allah swt accept his taubat. May all his sickness, his pain, his sufferings be the kafarrah for all his sins. May Allah swt put him together with the solihins.
People remarked that his funeral were like a YB's. The minute the news of his death were out, both the opposition UMNO and PAS members came to set up tents outside no 7. The streams of visitors were overwhelming. Family, friends and neighbours old and new all came to pay their last respect. He death was easy and so was the whole funeral preparation. Alhamdulillah.
When and how will ours be?
Friday, July 2, 2010
Telephone conversation
(bla bla bla bla... the line got cut off)
where are you?
I'm in EG
where is that?
SJ
Owh, you're in town, why didn't you tell me you are in town.
(speechless.. because she did not see any reason why she should)
bla bla bla bla
.... they want to see you on Tuesday at 2:30pm
in their office?
In our office.
Your office, not mine.
(quiet.. he cannot think of an appropriate answer, she guessed)
where are you?
I'm in EG
where is that?
SJ
Owh, you're in town, why didn't you tell me you are in town.
(speechless.. because she did not see any reason why she should)
bla bla bla bla
.... they want to see you on Tuesday at 2:30pm
in their office?
In our office.
Your office, not mine.
(quiet.. he cannot think of an appropriate answer, she guessed)
A New Leaf
Today is the 2nd day of turning 44 and also the 2nd day of a new leaf.
With no solid plan of what to do with the rest of my life, I am feeling quite good nevertheless. Not sure yet how I will feel in the next 4 or 5 months ahead when the money depleted. Let's not cross that bridge.. not until I reach there.
I was home for 5 days. I was full of enthusiasm, full of gusto when I started my journey home, I planned in my head and imagine myself cleaning my room, rearranging the furniture, organising this and that and get to sit down and do some paperwork. But when I got home, all my semangat went out of the window. The house was in a total mess! I do not know where to begin. I wanted to start with my bedroom then I realised that I do not have a wardrobe, so where do I put all my clothes. Boxes are everywhere. Furniture are haphazardly placed. Sigh! In my room, the only empty space was on the bed, only one side of it, reserved for me to sleep on, I supposed. And then I got the flu, so that's it. I have no energy to do anything and just let things be the way they are and left for KL yesterday. I even brought with me my dirty clothes for Rohaya to clean because I do not have the semangat to even do laundry.
I called Murni, the cleaner lady that we normally employ to help clean the house but she was not free. I have arranged for her to come to the house when I go home in a couple of weeks. But I have a dilemma. How do I do this without hurting my parents' feeling. My parents are borderline hoarders. They never throw things away. So, we have furniture that dated way back when and some has lost not only its shine or colour but also its shape. They keep all broken electrical appliances. There's 2 broken washing machines, 2 broken TVs, old radios, stand fan, table fan, name it, we have it somewhere in the house.
I want to throw away or giveaway things that we no longer need. I have to put my feet down and do this once and for all. Otherwise I do not think I will be able to live in that house without feeling rimas. I am not the cleanest or the tidiest person on earth, I am not but I just can't stand living in the house the way it is right now. I just can't.
Not that the house is bad just like it is, the younger brother pulak is using the living room as his workshop. Adoi, sungguh sakit mata ini melihatnya.
The dilemma is worst when the house is mine. If I were to be so MEM SAHAB-ly, I am afraid that they think, mentang-mentang lah ni rumah dia, and make some people and even worst if my parents feel uneasy. I just close one eye everytime I went home before this because I was just home for a few days. Let's not stir anything up, that has been my motto. But this time, I am going to stay there, insyaAllah for good. I just cannot live like that. I have to do something about it and lay down a few laws to the inhabitants, my parents excluded. As far as I am concerned, Mak and Abah can do as they please, as long as they are happy, but the rest of the people in the house has better get their act together. Mem Sahab is in the house!
Back to the new leaf, although I have no solid plan on how to earn money at least for the next 6 years, I am feeling good inside. I have this strange feeling that something good is on the horizon for me. I pray to Allah swt to guide me to the right path and shower me with His rahmat, hidayah and rezeki.
This afternoon at lunch, I told Zurin that Che Me'e is working in NZ. Suddenly she just said, lets do that Maknjang, lets just go to NZ, look for a job and stay there. If we are not happy, we come back. That's a thought....... to ponder?
With no solid plan of what to do with the rest of my life, I am feeling quite good nevertheless. Not sure yet how I will feel in the next 4 or 5 months ahead when the money depleted. Let's not cross that bridge.. not until I reach there.
I was home for 5 days. I was full of enthusiasm, full of gusto when I started my journey home, I planned in my head and imagine myself cleaning my room, rearranging the furniture, organising this and that and get to sit down and do some paperwork. But when I got home, all my semangat went out of the window. The house was in a total mess! I do not know where to begin. I wanted to start with my bedroom then I realised that I do not have a wardrobe, so where do I put all my clothes. Boxes are everywhere. Furniture are haphazardly placed. Sigh! In my room, the only empty space was on the bed, only one side of it, reserved for me to sleep on, I supposed. And then I got the flu, so that's it. I have no energy to do anything and just let things be the way they are and left for KL yesterday. I even brought with me my dirty clothes for Rohaya to clean because I do not have the semangat to even do laundry.
I called Murni, the cleaner lady that we normally employ to help clean the house but she was not free. I have arranged for her to come to the house when I go home in a couple of weeks. But I have a dilemma. How do I do this without hurting my parents' feeling. My parents are borderline hoarders. They never throw things away. So, we have furniture that dated way back when and some has lost not only its shine or colour but also its shape. They keep all broken electrical appliances. There's 2 broken washing machines, 2 broken TVs, old radios, stand fan, table fan, name it, we have it somewhere in the house.
I want to throw away or giveaway things that we no longer need. I have to put my feet down and do this once and for all. Otherwise I do not think I will be able to live in that house without feeling rimas. I am not the cleanest or the tidiest person on earth, I am not but I just can't stand living in the house the way it is right now. I just can't.
Not that the house is bad just like it is, the younger brother pulak is using the living room as his workshop. Adoi, sungguh sakit mata ini melihatnya.
The dilemma is worst when the house is mine. If I were to be so MEM SAHAB-ly, I am afraid that they think, mentang-mentang lah ni rumah dia, and make some people and even worst if my parents feel uneasy. I just close one eye everytime I went home before this because I was just home for a few days. Let's not stir anything up, that has been my motto. But this time, I am going to stay there, insyaAllah for good. I just cannot live like that. I have to do something about it and lay down a few laws to the inhabitants, my parents excluded. As far as I am concerned, Mak and Abah can do as they please, as long as they are happy, but the rest of the people in the house has better get their act together. Mem Sahab is in the house!
Back to the new leaf, although I have no solid plan on how to earn money at least for the next 6 years, I am feeling good inside. I have this strange feeling that something good is on the horizon for me. I pray to Allah swt to guide me to the right path and shower me with His rahmat, hidayah and rezeki.
This afternoon at lunch, I told Zurin that Che Me'e is working in NZ. Suddenly she just said, lets do that Maknjang, lets just go to NZ, look for a job and stay there. If we are not happy, we come back. That's a thought....... to ponder?
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