Mother Figure?

This happened last year. I drafted this post the day it happened but didn't finish it. So now I'm posting it. Here goes..

I went to shaklee to stock up some vitamins. Once I was done with the purchase, I went out. Oh, btw, the door was securely locked,there a was a guard in charge to unlock the door every time people coming in and going out of the premise.

I noticed this one boy went out, too, alone, at the same time I got out.  I wondered at that instant "where is he going?" He walked very close to me and I started to think "is this boy following me?"

When i reached my car, he was there too, so it was obvious that he did follow me. I asked him "Where are you going? Where's your mom?" but he just looked at me and then looked away, looking so lost. He didn't say anything but his face looked as if he was just waking up from sleep or maybe under coughing syrup influence or something.

I know, I'm a bit slow. Only after a few seconds later I kinda figured out what just happened. He must had mistakenly thought me as his mom - may be that was why he followed me.

So I ushered him back to Shaklee. The guard waving at him to come in back once he saw us. Behind the guard was a woman. That must've been the mother.

I immediately left after his mom saw him. I just couldn't stop thinking what if the boy followed the wrong person? Nauzubillah.

Please be extra careful dear parents out there.

Me and Touch-screen Phone

I always knew it that me and touch-screen handphone will never get along well *sigh.

I cracked the screen of my previous phone - TWICE. It costed RM550 to replace the screen the first time. 3 months later, it cracked on me again. So, of course, that second time, baik beli handphone baru jelah (although i really fell in love with that Z Ultra so much).

And yesterday (it has not been even one year yet), I spilled a bottle of minyak angin on the phone. This morning i found the screen was not responding to swiping anymore.

In times like this, I miss my old Blackberry Torch so much. I miss the keypad, the durability (even when it's smashed to the wall), the times that it served me for 3 years.

I don't fancy all these sleek and edgy modern phone which keeps failing on me. Jatuh sikit dah tak boleh function. Lembik! Stress makcik! 

Haha. Yup, the blaming game can continue forever when actually  it's these butterfingers of mine. 

This klutz really needs something from the stone age 

*sigh and cry. 

Times New Roman

I read an article from LinkedIn about what's not to include in a resume.

Surprisingly, one of the point is: to use new (world order) font. Such as Arial. Okay, that's fine. And then the article stated 'do not use Times New Roman as it's OUTDATED and OLD-FASHIONED' 

Which makes me feel VERY very old. During my final year report time, our supervisors and lecturers did emphasize on using the correct font which is either Arial and Times New Roman.

And how now, Times New Roman is not relevant anymore??

Sigh.

Yup. That's how an article about RESUME can spoil your day.

Of Love and Addiction

We tend to love something so much that we sort of willing to endure the painful consequences.

(Confession of A Coffee Addict)

Time Travel II

Just a little reminder for self.

"Leave the past in the past"

"You can't cling to the past. Because no matter how tightly you hold on to,  it's already gone"

"Masa lalu itu harus dikenang.
Tapi jangan dijalani"

Reaction

Sometimes, when I don't know how to react, I would just be quite.

Because sometimes it's tiring to pretend.  And even more tiring to open up to people.

To explain myself to people probably would be the last thing I'd want to do.

I don't want to explain myself to be understood.

I just want be quite.

My Countrymen

Because I really love the words in this poem!

Here's another part from it.

-My Countrymen, Kahlil Gibran-

Words

My Countrymen.

By Kahlil Gibran.

Battle of the Gen

I feel sorry for the young generation these days.

There are too many channels nowadays out there to bring out the worst in them.

It's not that the older generations are any better.

It's just that we didn't have as much channels to unleash the bad side in us back then when we younger.

I mean, Friendster was a lot harm-less compared to Wechat.

The Title

Cuti CNY baru ni, ada jemputan majlis kahwin saudara nun di Besut. Maka berkonvoilah kami ke sana.

Cuma nak cerita waktu sampai, kami tunggu kereta lain (gang konvoi) yang belum sampai kat luar pagar.

Nampak tuan rumah tergesa-gesa nak mengejar seorang tetamu yang dah mula nak beredar.  Kebetulan tetamu tu lalu sebelah kami, maka aku pun konon-konon tolong panggilkan.

"Kak!"

Tapi almaklumlah suara tak berapa nak kuat, tetamu tu tak dengar.  Tuan rumah pun mengejar dengan berlari-lari anak sambil memanggil tetamu tu "Dato', Dato'!"

Haissh. Nasiblah beliau tu tak dengar aku duk panggil "Kak" tadi.



The Not So Bad

From a different side of point of view, I've been thinking.

Maybe there are no really a bad person.

Maybe it's just that their goodness is just not up to our convenience.

Maybe.