going old and slow ...

It's been almost two months ... probably, because I'm getting old and slow ... or maybe, I've lost with time. Life is busy, boring, routine, occasionally interesting, sad, less colorful... bla, bla, bla.. I don't know... I do miss old times when life was easier and freer.

The kids are growing as they should. It's nice seeing them getting bigger and smarter in front of my eyes. It's the result of our hardwork, sleepless nights, empty accounts, bla bla bla. Yes, of course, I should be proud of what we've achieved.

Hubby is getting quieter for reasons unknown. But I rather leave him be as he needs his own space too. And I'm probably getting noisier and becoming a pain in the arse to him. Why am I saying this? Nope, not what you think ... we're happy as always, or at least that's what I think. We hardly have fights, you see...

Work is boring as usual. But I'm sure it's not the workplace or the office mates or the work itself that make it boring. Then what is it? I feel I'm losing half of my will to leave to the fullest. When I look at myself in the mirror, I notice that I've changed a lot. The way I stare and look, the reflection in my eyes, my physic of course and my gestures among others . I can feel myself not liking this changes. I don't approve them, no wonder I'm losing my interest in many things.

I think, I need time to reflect and bring back the zest to my life ...

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I read a news about a Thai woman from Narathiwat who had lost her way for 25 years after taking wrong buses to north Thailand. She had ended up in a welfare home after being a beggar for five years. However, on Thursday she was reunited with her seven children. 25 years is such a long time. It must have been so hard for her, being away from the children. And that happened just because she didn't speak or read Thai but only her own language, Yawi, a malay dialect. And also because Thais only speak and read Thai and not other dialects. Probably she had been praying in silence for help day and night, and finally, God, the All-Merciful, has granted her the rescue by sending three Muslim health students who understand and speak Yawi to the welfare centre. And of course, her fate changed soon after that. Alhamdulillah. Who could imagine in this modern world, where language is no barrier, this unfortunate event could happen....

Yesterday, there were couple of reports on children death, one, a 12 years old found hanged in a locked room in his house, and a 14-month baby who was dead after swallowing a milk bottle teat. One 11-years-old school student, meanwhile, passed away after choking on onde-onde, her favorite kueh, during recess at her school canteen. How could this incidents happen? There have been many reports on child death at/outside their own houses or in schools. I start to wonder about the level of safety in our own houses and schools. Are they really safe for our kids?


Off with sad news. Let's speak about new, fresh life. Yesterday, my first real nephew was born in Kuantan. 3.1kg with everything safe and sound, so what my brother told me. We're planning to visit him tomorrow. Probably we'll stay at some place in Cherating. I'll see if can do some catch-up with my old buddy who also lives there. and Cherating beach and ikan bakar, yes ... sound interesting.

Lamanye ....

Lama juga tak update blog. Bukan malas, tapi tak dapat nak update sebab tak boleh nak login. Mungkin blogger ada sedikit masalah. Tapi baguslah hari ni dah ok. Mungkin besok baru boleh update betul since I'm about to go home now.

see ya.