The one when Miss Q went missing – A snapshot of my life in the past 6 months Part 11

Enjoyed My Family Day won the “Best Dressed Award” Duh??? I cannot remember when, I cannot remember how, but it is now a yearly tradition for the Ghaffur family to have our family day. It is usually 2 days events which starts with a dinner and quiz sessions. My team lost this year.. we collected (-1300) points… how did we managed to get negative points.. don’t ask, just don’t ask ok…. We will have some sporty activities. This year it was the go-cart race. Oh before I forget, there are about 50 of us and we are divided into groups… this group stays.. no changes allowed… After the games, we will proceed to have the closing ceremony, this would be hi-tea and award ceremonies. We have silly things like best dressed, gifts for those who won the quiz and games and numerous others. It is loads of fun… and I am looking forward for this years’ family day. We are planning to go to Singapore this year. I cannot wait. They say a picture tells a thousand stories… so here are some….. Here are some more pics... loads of fun.. I love it!! My Aunt still laughing re my -1300 points score on the quiz last night When Shopping Crazy in Medan I took some leave and went to Medan, with my best friend Muzi and my sis Dada. I don’t really want to say loads about this trip except, good food, good shopping, good company all equals to one hell of a good time…. Here are some pictures I took during the trip. I am sure the enjoyment is evidenced with the wide smiles each of us wore on our face!!! Begining of our journey.. at the airport The damages.... muahahahaha shop shop shop till the shopkeeper had to close the shop just for you and your friends... he also served up some cool coke!!!

The one when Miss Q went missing – A snapshot of my life in the past 6 months (Part 1)

Like I said in my first blog entry some days ago, lots of things had happened over the past 6 months I regained my confidence, self worth and self belief I think life is funny. Human beings are a creature with loads of self doubt and peculiarities. I supposed that is what makes us human. Sometimes you could be a person, who is full of life and confidence, but things happened along the way, maybe you lost a loved one or in my case being told almost on a daily basis that you are not good enough for the things that you crave most, work so hard every waking moment to achieve it. No matter how confident you are, after a while you will start believing what was said as the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. And then one day, something happened (in my case I went for an interview that was so morale and confidence boosting) you snapped out of your slumber. You start to believe again that you are good enough and you are worth something. Once that believed is awakened, you will realize your self worth and you will find your self belief. In a way I find it rather funny actually that I regained myself worth attending an interview. How did it happen, at the end of the day, the thing did not even worked out in the first place…. At the end my conclusion is that God works in mysterious ways….. As for now, I am serving my notice period in my current company and counting the days when I will start anew at a new company, in a new state at a new city….. I lost my grandfather We lost my grandfather (more fondly called Tok Bak) on 15 February 2009. Now there would be an empty void for my family and myself. I have many fond memories of my Tok Bak. How he and my late grandmother, Tok Mak would come and picked us for a stay over the weekends in their house. How we would love to go and picked up chicken eggs and run around the huge compound of their house. Like my late Dad, my Tok Mak was a fantastic cook and now there are times where I would miss their cooking terribly. Though I am glad that I manage to get Abah to give me most of my favorite recipes. Somehow tho’ its not the same…!!!! My Tok Bak was also a good public speaker and we would make him speak during our family function. He would also come up with loads of riddles for us to solve. Like I said, I have loads of fond memories of my grandparents, the fondest memories would probably be those Raya celebrations held at their house…. Pictures of Tok Bak during the Ghaffur Family Day gathering at Eagle Ranch PD on 26 – 27 Dec 2008

Manchester Lost … The Day After

Today is not really a good day… my team lost the final last night waaarghhh I cry .. I cry. So I am in mourning…

Lucky though, my Pink Pingu won 6-1, 6-4 (nearly gave me a heart attacked here) and 6-1. Now that’s better.

The one about Aril, Miss Q and her RM1000 phone bill….

Yes my dearest readers, I rang up an RM1000 phone bill this month! Duh!!!! I was so shocked when I found out the amount of money I had spend voting for Aril to be included in the AF Final Concerts and at least get a 3rd place during the finals. Alamak, there goes my new dress and handbag money for this month. Sorry Muzi, looks like the frequency of our all girls’ night out and binging sessions would have to be cut down.

One might wonder what I see in Aril that compelled me to vote for him. Well, I am not shy to declare that I am vain and shallow… har har har … one love adorable cute guys with a Korean superstar looks. Now, now be honest, who doesn’t like a good looking guy or girl. The only difference is that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, what is beautiful to me might be ugly to you. To each are his or her own preferences.

Well, at first glance, most would tend to think that Aril won many hearts due to his good looks, maybe. But then again as you watched him over every concert, he is in actual fact entertaining! He might not be the one with the best vocals or the sweetest of tone, he is damn entertaining and he is also relevant. Being relevant is most important in this current day and age.

I also see great potential in Aril. He appears to want it most. This coupled with his talent and ability, if nurtured properly and guided well by the people around could mean that his career would be a success story. You can rave about god given talent or natural ability, if one does not possess the determination and willingness to apply oneself, one will not be successful. Look at Nadal, look at Ronaldo, both are gifted and endowed with god given natural ability, but if they don’t work hard and apply themselves, they would not be where they are now. I have read countless stories on how hard Nadal and Ronaldo practices. The first in yet the last out.

Anyway, if ever Aril, his minders or his friends ever stumble upon this blog (yeah right they will!!!!) all the best to you. My hope is that you will not waste the “scholarship” I gave you through my votes during your time in AF. Work hard and “ingat Allah selalu” in whatever you do. All the best and good luck!!!!

P/S: Arsenal??? Pleaselah..... Should be Man Utd all the way my dear..

The one about a heart touching letter from Vancouver

Whilst I am trying to finish a number of blog entry simultaneously to atone for not writing for the past six months, I thought I put up this letter written by my sister regarding one called Titi… It is sad yet funny at the same time. Really the love of a mother knows no bounds….


Dear Mak Long, Uteh, Andak & Usu

It is with great sadness that we inform you of the rapid decline of Titi's health.

This morning, while waking up the kids for school, Mommy and Papa discovered that Melur's Titi had fallen off of Melur's bed during the night and gotten stuck to the night lamp. Titi now has a rather large and black burnt patch - slightly larger than a 50-cent coin. Compounded with her overall poor health, we believe that it is time to put her to rest rather than have her suffer for a prolonged duration.

Without saying, Melur is totally devastated with the possibility of losing her beloved Titi who has been her friend for over 6 years. She broke into tears upon seeing the black patch and asked, "How am I going to go to sleep if I don't have Titi?" As parents, Mommy and Papa are extremely proud of Melur's conscientious nature as a student ... Obviously she is worried that without Titi's companionship, she will not be able to fall asleep at night. Hence, it will be difficult for her to wake up early for school. To ease Melur's anxiety, Mommy promised to: (1) Bring Melur back to Malaysia in an airplane, (2) Replace Titi with a new one of the same color and size, and (3) Put the old Titi in a nice box and place the box underneath Melur's bed.

As close family members, I urge all of my dear siblings to keep a watchful eye while they roam between the walls of the various shopping malls in Malaysia. If you ever stumble upon a Titi, please do not hesitate to make a purchase. View this as one of those rare opportunities in your life to make a purchase that Mak will not frown on. Also remember, that even though Melur fondly describes her Titi as gray in color with pink bottom frills... Her Titi is actually PINK with a darker shade of pink bottom frills... We will be happy to reimburse you for the cost of this purchase although you will be gently reminded that Mommy is currently unemployed... and we have Maman to feed (almost constantly).

Thank you for your best wishes.


Sincerely,
Mommy
On behalf on Papa, Melur, and Maman from Vancouver


PS) Arman's Titi is yellow... which unfortunately is also experiencing a decline in health. We do not wish to elaborate further on this matter since Arman requests that we respect his privacy and allow him to grieve in silence. However, please also make another purchase if you stumble upon a yellow Titi...

Hello... I am back.....

I know, I know...
I have neglected you for so long... for that I am dearly sorry.
Lots have been happening in my life, non more so earth shattering than the fact that I finally manage to end a long relationship that as the days go by is suffocating.

Funny how you never thought that you and your work is an evolving relationship. It is a relationship that you pour most of your waking time into. You don't believe me.. count how many hours you spend at work and bringing work home...

It is time for me to go in search of new experience and challenge. The passion is gone... or rather suppressed and killed a slow painfull death. Thus separation is the kindest thing I could choose for everyone.

Significant with my decision, I am now starting to write again. I will put up the countdown counter until I start at my new place soon (when I figure out how to do it..that is).