Finally.

I officially became a dad last Sunday on the 25th of July 2010. The time was 4:16pm. I was waiting outside the operating theater - rather restless - waiting for any news from the inside.
Earlier that day, the doctor had given my wife some kind of fluid to help induce her contraction.
It wasn't a pretty sight, trust me. Over 5 long, painful and agonizing hours - her opening has just increased by probably a single cm. The nurse told us that she probably had a thick servic (if that is how you spell it). So I've decided to hell with trying to go via the normal procedure and just bring on the caesarian. Personally and I don't think my wife can take this amount of pain any longer. It hurts her - and me.
"Ya Allah selamatkanlah kedua isteri dan anak ku". Silently I waited and prayed outside. You could say that it was one of those moments where the clock seems to somehow tick real slow and a second could seem like a lifetime.
I was all by myself in the waiting room. Sitting in some beat-up couch - looking to my left and right, but mostly towards the door of the O.T. "What's taking them so long?" I pondered on.
Earlier the nurse had said that the c sect procedure would normally take around 15 minutes for the baby, and another 1 hour for the mother. It's been nearly 30 minutes past 4pm, I haven't heard anything from inside yet. 30 minutes - is not how long it would normally take. The mind games had begun.
Somewhere, in a distant place, I could hear a flat tone slowly ringing - like those flat lines sounds you hear when the heart is no longer beating. I wasn't sure whether the sound i heard was just me or whether it's real - but it did gave my head some severe headache and my heart went on an emotional roller-coaster.
At that moment I could never imagine living without my significant other. I'd probably quit my day job and put myself into an oil rig or off into some ship somewhere - somewhere far away from here to forget all about my previous life and start again from zero.
As my eyes starts to swell, I could feel the tears were just waiting for me to give the go-ahead.
And then the cleaner came. Talk about an anti-climax moment.
And I was like (while swearing and cursing inside) trying to control myself before the watergate opens up.
The cleaner sure took her sweet time cleaning the floor around the waiting room I can give you that.
Later that day I found out that the baby (girl) was safely delivered, and her mother was OK too. "Alhamdulillah" - I thought to myself.
That pretty much sums up my first waiting-for-your-wife-to-deliver experience.
Quietly, on some nights - I realize that this baby - this little bundle of joy of mine is going to grow up someday. She's gonna learn to walk, go to school, go to some college and probably meet up with some guy that would probably sweep her off her feet and they'll get married and live happily.
By then though ... she would no longer be our little girl ... she would no longer need me to carry her around ... she would no longer need me to feed her ... change her diaper ... give her that nudge so that she burps after she drinks milk.
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Right now thinking about her growing up and be independent and lead her own life somehow brings sorrow to my heart. It aches deep. It aches long. It's like - it's like somehow I wish things could go on like this forever. Guess I kinda like having her being dependent on me. Guess I already miss my little girl.
To Mom...to Dad, know that I love you guys very much and if you need(or don't need) anything from me you guys just say the word and I'll make it happen.
To Safiyya Amani, dad loves you very much too.
Safiyya strikes back!


It's around 10pm now, and in a couple of hours Germany will be playing against Spain in the World Cup semi final. Personally I'm not rooting for either of them since my team (England) have packed their bags a long time ago. Paul "Oracle" Octopus have predicted that Spain will win this one - we'll just have to wait for tonight's match now don't we.

I've been living for a few days now (or has it already been weeks?) at my in laws. OKla. No complaints here. Been great so far. Will be staying here until the new kid comes into this world and later we're gonna have to wait until her/his mummy get over her 'pantang' period. 2 months? 3 months? I actually have no idea. Not in any rush to go anywhere though. Just going with the flow for the time being.

Apart from that - my D90 have just arrived from the US! Yay!! Second hand-lah tapi. Bought it from my lil' bro - who's gonna get (or rather has already gotten) himself a D300 as a substitute.

Dad later bought me a bag and a 50mm/1.8 lense for my camera. Haha - dad sure has a knack of buying me things without me having to ask for it. He actually called me at work the other day and simply asked "..yang lense ko nak tu 50mm 1.8 kan? Abah dah dkat kedai ni.." - that pretty much stops me saying "no thanks dad" doesn't it? I mean the guy is 'already' at the shop (what is he doing there at work hour anyway?)

In any case - thanks abah :)


Life is kinda funny when you think about it. You already know how it started - and you know how it's gonna end. But you never are quite sure what's gonna happen in between...no sir.

It's like you're driving down some road. You take off from your house - and you have this particular destination in mind. But there's just so many road you could choose from in order to get there. And if you're in a foreign land - the best bet is to get yourself a driver to get you to your destination. Or if you're cheap - then go get a map. Or a compass. Or a GPS.

One does not simply drive one's car in the middle of nowhere without a goddamn GPS/map/compass. Well, arguably you could if there's a gas station nearby and you could ask for the direction there - but that's not the point.

Everyone needs a map.

For life, one actually "does" have a map. It's called the Quran.

Like any other road trip - there's always gonna be some detour here and there, and bumps along the way. Heck if you're so unlucky - someone might even steal your car. I guess life is..pretty much like a road trip doesn't it.

I always wonder sometimes, what if I've taken the other road instead - like making different choices during my younger days. Like what if we didn't move to Canada? what if I didn't go to the boarding school malacca? (those what ifs question running about can be a real time waster sometimes)

Looking back - I guess I'm pretty satisfied with what I ended up with in the end. It's like seeing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle falling into place just nicely. Or probably that's just how I usually see things - turning some weird sequence of events and make it all about how those events actually are beneficial to me. Some may call it positive thinking - others call it an act of desperation. I prefer the former obviously.

Okay okay - before I continue I might as well just 'fess up about what made me ramble on and on about this choices and life thing. I was looking at my schoolmates facebook photos just now and saw some stuff which...well let's just say there not the kind of photos that you would want to show to your parents and say "Hey mom, meet my friends!". And it's not just "a" friend - it's like the my whole gang! And I was like - if I had stayed, would I end up this way? Different paths, different journeys.

Maybe that's just Allah's way of leading me (who am I kidding, it's already written). Wallahu'alam.

Somehow up until today I can't really shake the you-gotta-be-kidding-me feeling everytime I saw those pics. Maybe because the last time I was friends with them they were all so..innocent and good and wholesome and..all those other things. Maybe I'm just too naive. Or maybe I just want to be naive. It's a whole lot simpler that way. I like simple things - don't you?

It's true what they say you know - you really have to pick your friends carefully. Took me 20 years or so to realize that. Hopefully to whoever's reading this - you've find your own "friends" already.

Din in the US

..yeah..that's my brother right there. :)

Yesterday, or more accurately last Saturday - was Labor Day.

It usually is a chance for all of us middle income earners to take a seat back and relax and maybe enjoy the holiday, reading up on a good book or two.

In my case - none of that happened of course. The day came on a saturday - on worse of all it's not gonna be replaced on your mon - fri office days - which really sucks IMO. But I guess that's just typical of non-managers like me I suppose - to always want less work - and earn as much money as I could by the end of the month.

In any case, that's not really where I am actually going here. This post is more about this event which (ehem ehemm..) yours truly have arranged for his office mates.


Organizing events can be a hard thing to do. More so when it involves a lot of people. Luckily - the guys I work with makes it look really easy. Just needed a few phone calls and emails and we were all set. At first I thought that this event wouldn't catch fire among the Comptelians - luckily though, it did. In the end, 18 people decided to play, and were later divided into 2 teams - Red VS Blue. Me, I'm a Red.

We got there at Rimba Harmonis separately. The plan was for the briefing to start at 10 am. The map on their website is quite confusing I have to say - even for the people who actually lives up there in the Wangsa Maju area. Luckily there was Google Earth. Had that map studied the night before just so that I wouldn't get lost the day after.


After we all got there, the manager of place started off with a briefing of the rules and regulations of the sport. Gears, safety precautions, basically all the do's and don't's.


After that, we took a tour of the playing fields and discussed on the format of the game that we are "suggested" to play. In this case - it was "Raise the Flag".

We actually played around three rounds of those. 2 in the simulated jungle (I call it Jungle 1), and 1 in an actual jungle (well actually it's more like semak-samun je sebenarnye. But it's the realism that matters here. Let's call it Jungle 2).

Jungle 2. The "real" warzone.

And off we go. That's me with the brown vest and yellow/white sleeve shirt.

Shirt looks clean there. Nice :). This is Jungle 1 btw.

Me laughing my ass off. Our Captain (Theenesh) meanwhile can be seen grieving his knee injury. He later had to get his ass out of the game.

Muke budak tak puas ati. Macho giler. Haha.

Ini kalo tak salah ni time main Chicken Run - 2nd round.

Posing dgn gear pulak.

Penat gile tuu...

Yeahh..ceriaa~

Match Result
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1. Raise the Flag (Jungle 1) = Draw
2. Raise the Flag (Jungle 1) = Draw
3. Raise the Flag (Jungle 2) = Draw
4. Chicken Run (Jungle 1) = Blue won.
5. Chicken Run (Jungle 1) = Blue won.
6. Chicken Run (Jungle 1) = Blue won.

Red Team lost all 3 of the Chicken Run matches. Not sure what happened there. Maybe the team was not divided equally. Haha - dah kalah mmg la argue macam2.

At the end of the day, it was a very tiring event. Memang tak cukup nafas. I was running all over the place. Haha - when I can't run, I rolled. Literally was bak kate Shin-chan - "guling-guling macam tenggiling". In some instances I would just throw away my gun and would simply just run. Maybe I was unconsciously trying to re-enact some scenes from all those action movies. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was just the sense of wanting to get things done. Whatever it is - it was surely fun.

Now - I can hardly walk straight. I even have trouble walking, sitting and even while lying down. Body aches all over. The bruises look bad - but actually the muscle pull is the real bitch here. Hurts like hello good morning America.

My original intention of the event (besides fulfilling that urge to simply shoot your friends once in awhile) was to bring people together. To build that bridge. To create that bonding experience where teamwork can be developed out of the office. The way I see it - events like these can beat all those corporate team building exercises by tenfold.

Well, that's just how I think of things lah. :)

Bean Bags

Finally, the bean bags are ready.

Here are some rather "shameless" pics of myself trying to promote my wife's bean bag business. Hopefully, there are done not in vain.








Those interested are welcomed to send me an enquiry at hafidzzulkifli[at]hotmail[dot]com. The size is at 60" by 47", and prices are around RM250 - RM300.


That's me on the left. Went out for lunch at Bubba Gump with a couple of my office mates a few days back. Had myself a Bourbon Street Baramundi and a lemonade. The food was great, especially when the guy on the right was the one who pays for them - sweeet~


And for those who's maybe thinking that the Bourbon could be haram (since the name kinda sounds like an alcoholic beverage), here's an excerpt from the Sun newspaper website,
You can wiki what bearnaise means on your own I suppose. In any case, I think I'm starting to miss the meal already.

p/s: I also have a new favourite drink! It's called the Oreo Milkshake of Secret Recipe :)

I'd like to begin this blog with a little article that I've read recently (taken from here).


A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite – telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: ‘If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups… And then you began eyeing each other’s cups.

Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live.

Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us.’ God brews the coffee, not the cups…..Enjoy your coffee!

‘The happiest people don’t have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.’

Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.
You are the miracle, my friend,
Your life either shines a light – or casts a shadow.
‘The purpose of life is to live life with purpose’


True enough, we all do like to have the best looking cups around don't we. But alas, it's the coffee that matters (I miss the coffees in NZ~).

Speaking of coffee, I think I might need to lessen my coffee intake nowadays. Bad for the bones it seems. Me and my pals were discussing about the effects of coffee the other day (actually it was quite some time ago), and we came across this fact (which my friend had actually googled while we were having lunch) that coffee can actually decrease the body's ability to absorb calcium - hence bad for the bones. But the effect can actually be offset by taking milk. Drinking a glass of milk would basically simply remove the "bad" effect of coffee.

So that's that.

Right now it's April. And in Comptel, April is a month that basically has everyone on their toes. It's the month that basically determines whether one should stay in the company or simply move their asses elsewhere. It's the month that the salary is revised. Whether it be in the form of increment, or readjustment - or whatever. Bonus too if um not mistaken.

Me? I guess I'm eyeing for my next payslip as well (cause they normally don't openly declare these sorts of thing). Whether the number would be the same as the last, or will it change for the better. Rumour has it that they're gonna be a mass exodus should there be no increment this year. But then - that's just the rumour lah, there won't be anyone from Comptel that can prove it. Quite a hot topic of discussion nowadays - especially during lunch time. :)

The migration project that I've been a part of for the last year or so is finally coming to an end. Been awhile - loved to be a part of it. People say that experiences in projects makes for an impressive resume. Well frankly um kinda hoping it would look that way. Having a good looking resume is always a good thing. Makes job hopping easier - wink wink to all the hunters out there.

Currently though um stuck doing support work for the next 6 months. The boss says that it's gud a learning experience. Well - we'll just have to see about that now don't we.

On the other side of life, I've been doing a lot of things as of late. Renovating the house mostly. Ever since our effort of getting a new house kinda hit the wall a few months back - I basically called an audible and decided that we might as well just settle for what we have right now and just make the best of it.

That basically means this house in Sepang is going to be our house for the next 5 years or so.

Got a new paint job for the wall.
Got laminated wooden flooring at the living room.
Replaced the tiles in the kitchen.
Extended the table top in the kitchen.
Will add a kitchen cabinet soon, hopefully by end of this week.

Also, currently I am working on applying a new look on my mom's old black shelf that she has way back when she was young. Hopefully it would look good. Planning for it to have that rustic white touch to it. Been spending a lot of tiresome nights on that piece of wood. Tiresome - but satisfying at the same time.

I guess you can call me a programmer by day, self-help guy by night. Or at least that's how I look at it lah.

The bean bag project is looking great. I actually now have a usable and rather presentable bean bag to land myself onto each time I'm in front of the TV. Love the flexibility of it.

Not sure whether we're ready to sell them just yet though. Currently we're in the "fine-tuning" phase of the project. Several things needs to be fixed still. Like the velcro and stuff. The price can be intimidating to some - so the cost factor would have to be looked into as well.

While we're on that project - the wife has started another project in parallel. Make that two. One is the Ariana tudung, and the other is the cloth diaper. The Ariana project is going OK I suppose, right now we're trying to gauge the market in Ipoh, since we know that we can sell the tudung at a competitive price there. For the cloth diaper - I think that we'll just wait for our baby to arrive first before we actually sell any of them. Need the kid to do some factory testing if you know what I mean.

I'm no entrepreneur. But I love to be a part of it. It's kinda thrills you I guess. The idea that you can achieve something from nothing is simply inspiring. And it's no fantasy either. It just requires you to do own homework and have enough drive and tenacity to go forward and take what you think is yours. Sometimes I wish I had the time to do a proper research and later embark on some entrepreneurial project, but I guess someone still needs to pump in the capital - and I guess that person would have to be me. For now I'll just leave the projects to my wife. Hopefully she's reading this and get inspired somehow rather. ;)

A year has passed us by and in few more months, god willing; we're going have an addition to our small family. Hopefully we'll be able to take good care of this amanah.

A stable job. A house. A wife. Good health. Relatively sharp mind (needs more work here). Upcoming baby.

Alhamdulillah.

My coffee does taste good in this plain ol' cup after all.

January 2010

Today is the 11th of January 2010.

My wife is going to go for medical checkup tomorrow at the Klinik Kesihatan. Gonna get her tummy scanned tomorrow. Hopefully,..just hopefully she remembers to take a pic of it. She already went scanned 2 times before and both of the times she could only "tell" me of it. I'd rather she "showed" it. But enough complaining I guess. At least I know that it's there and it's growing fine.

I think she more or less in her 10th-11th week of pregnancy. Not sure on the exact date though (it's not like I keep track of these things).

Work sucks <- or at least I think it is. Actually though it does not. Things are getting interesting I guess, with me being given responsibilities that I in all honesty do not know how to handle. But fun I guess - coz it's new stuff. But 2 years of employment is fast approaching - and with that also comes the 3 months notice period. Not a welcoming thought I said to myself. Plus the Malay population in the company seems to decreasing in a short notice. With all the massive amount of staff that we're getting - I'm surprised that almost all of them are non-Malays. Not to say that I disagree, perhaps there weren't any Malay who applied for the vacancy in the first place eh, who knows.

Everybody seems to be resigning these days. My coolest office buddy left a year ago (okay fine, i guess he doesn't count), my 2nd coolest buddy left in the last 2 week, and later this year more Malays are going out the office. It's like everyone is abandoning this ship all of a sudden. And surely I don't intend to be the last Malay standing. It's pretty depressing to be the last one there I can tell you that. As a person, I'm not a very talkative person. But I do enjoy talking crap with my Malay friends every now and then. A teh tarik session during the evenings - I miss those days.

So what does happen when all the Malays are gone? You end up having to talk to everyone in Anglais. Not that it's a bad thing. It is after all, one of the reason I sent myself to work in an MNC. But then I was under the impression that everyone in the MNC would also talk in English - not Chinese. So you end up feeling like a loner in your own country. Geez, I might as well migrate to some foreign country and work there. I am soo not feeling the love at the moment.

But that wouldn't be the main reason now mind you. It's A reason, but not the main one. The main one I guess would be the growth factor. I've been here for quite some time now and it feels like at times that I am not adding much value to my self. My value is like a constant - I'm neither good, nor bad. Just right there smack in the middle of nowhere - in limbo. Maybe I need to take some time off to go do some studying. I know I'd like that very much, if they can provide such a thing. Send me on some training or sorts, that sure would be nice.

But no, I guess they rather not do so for the time being. So the only thing for me to so is to change the environment myself.

I don't like feeling stupid. The fear of feeling stupid actually makes me WANT to study more. And here in my current company, I'm feeling kinda stupid. I mainly contribute that to my degree which is totally different from what I'm doing right now. But in any case, to feel smarter would require time to study - and time is just something that I don't seem to have enough of these days.

I'm not sure how this is going to pan out later. Maybe I'll take sometime off after I'm done with this project. Do some studying in some mountain somewhere - get smart again. Or maybe I'll just take my chances elsewhere. I might get back to the same predicament I suppose, but I'll sure as hell make an extra bucks there than here :)

In any case - in the long run, studying at home is still the way to go I suppose. In which if that is to be the case, I should get a job that is really 9am-5pm, so that my afterwork-hours can really be spent on some quality studying time instead of doing work-after-hours.

Okay, enough ranting. Time to do some reading. G'Night.

Revelation

The below is a post dated 29.11.2009
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Just a couple of days back, whilst getting ready to go to work - my wife suddenly yelled out to me.

"Abang. 2 line.."

And I thought to myself, "Ooo..OK..", without knowing what it really meant. I was like - umm..maybe it's negative again. Life goes on I guess. Try and try again..

"Sini jap bang..tengok ni.."

And she then walks closer, bringing along the test kit box so that I could actually see what 2 lines actually meant - positive.

And how in the world are you supposed to react to that.

I mean..WOW!

But of course lah - in actuality, I didn't over react or anything like that. Actually it was more like OK, your wife is pregnant - nice. Now where did I put my socks again?

I guess the news didn't really sink into my head at the moment. Takes a couple of minutes more for it to be digested.

As I went off to go to work - the news then really hit me. And I was like..."hmm..and now I have a kid". I grinned and smiled and the mind starts to ponder on how great this news is. But I was also at the same time kinda afraid - afraid of that 9 months journey.

A lot of things can happen in 9 months. All of sudden those news of accidents and miscarriages doesn't seem that insignificant anymore. It now serves as a reminder to you and your family. It now seems more important and screams out "DAMN IT, READ ME YOU IDIOT! I DEMAND ATTENTION!!".

As of today, she has taken the test 3 times already. So far all the test kits points out to the obvious - positive. For now it's a secret though - she doesn't intend to do a tell-all just yet. So for those who might be reading this, your discretion is very much appreciated. We'll let others know when we are ready. For now, please keep the news to yourselves.

Tomorrow - or rather later today, she'll be going for her first medical checkup at the Salak Tinggi's Klinik Kesihatan. If everything goes out smoothly, she'll get the necessary supplements and what not.

As for me - I guess it's time to start saving some money for her delivery and the kid's future.

Life sure is interesting. Even more so when you are given the 'amanah' to take care of a life other than your own.

Insyaallah.

Just got back from Subang Permai. And with that comes the sudden realization that you're not free yet - you've got some laundry to take care of!

Crap.

And the fact that you have a semi-auto washing machine does not help either.

Major Crap.

And slowly I'd drag my ass off of my bean bag and slowly plunder through the luggage and lazily put it in the washing machine. If only we had them automatic ones I thought to myself.

No pain, no gain. Or in our case - gain first, pain comes later on.

The weekend getaway at A Famosa had gone smoothly I suppose. The bungalow unit itself was..well suffice to say that we got what we paid for I suppose. I've seen better - but I guess to see those better ones, then I'd really have to earn the rights to them I suppose.

So much for relying on freebies...owh those were the days :)

Anyhow, we did manage to have a BBQ by sundown. Which was great I guess. I mean at least we did do something worth mentioning about. At least, for myself-lah. Yasir it seems had the most fun - quoting the words of Abah - "the level of noise that he made in the pool had a direct correlation to the level of fun he is having" - which later brought our conversion to some mathematical equations on how an exponential graph would look like if we were to map his fun level VS noise made. Talk about having an intellectual discussion with your dad-in-law.

The BBQ was nice. The burger by Darabiff was awesome. A whole lot better than your typical Ramly. But then the price would also I guess be in the "awesome" region too - which would mean that I'll happily (forcefully make myself happy) stick to my Ramly as usual.

Managed to get some reading time too - surprisingly. It wasn't as much as I had wanted, but at least I'm moving somewhere. Blink by Malcolm Gladwell is quite an interesting read. An interesting read about an interesting topic. Maybe when I'm done with this, I'll get his Outliers too (and rest assured - my 360 Degree Leader would remain untouched for another day...hurm....maybe I should finish that first...).

All in all - the weekend was great. Ate some good food. Spent quality time with family. Spent quality time with self. Not too shabby there I suppose.

Though I'm still waiting for my "ideal" weekend getaway (picture a person sitting lazily on a couch watching his favourite movies while eating junk food all day long..) - which I don't think would be a reality anytime soon..not with my wife having lots of creative ideas every now and then.

Next week is Raya Haji. And on the next week we'd probably be off to Malacca for some wedding reception. And the week after that is my friend's wedding reception. And probably some time in the middle we (my wife and I) would probably be asking ourselves "When in the world are we going to paint this lounge of ours?"

When indeed.


p/s: Yasir, if you're reading this - please build that pool ASAP.

Here's a bunch of stuff that I've thought of writing into this blog whilst walking the streets of NZ.

1. Remember to bring you polarizer lense should you be an avid photographer. The skyline here is gorgeous, and failure to bring that particular lense would in an over-exposed pics the while time you're there.

2. Don't feed the Kea (some species of parrot there). They're an endangered species, and they certainly don't need your junk food as their diet.


3. Bring along your windbreaker should you visit Wellington. It's windy almost all of the time. So not only do you have the cold weather to look after, now you have the wind added to the equation as well. It sums up to a pretty chilling experience.


4. If you want to buy an All-Blacks jersey, go buy them at the Auckland Airport. They're much cheaper there.

5. When someone tell you that stuff in Queenstown are expensive, do take it with a grain of salt. I mean i'm not saying that they're wrong - but there's some shops there that have prices better than all of New Zealand (excluding the airport). You really got to walk around to compare the prices.


6. Try DF Souvenir outlets in either Christchurch or Queenstown to get a good bargain on souvenirs. Don't buy at Aotea of Queenstown - as my wife later found out (damn expensive).

7. If you like books - you might wanna have a go at Arty Bees Second Hand Book Shop in Wellington. They're like the best second hand book shop you're ever gonna see in NZ (heck, it's the best i've seen in my life so far). They're not your typical second hand book shop - more like a library when I come to think of it. They've got wide ranges of books to choose from; all sorts of fiction, facts, history, arts, self-help - even dictionaries. Check out http://www.artybees.co.nz/ for more info.


8. For a relaxing visit of NZ, you might wanna stay at Lake Taupo. Basically a crater filled with water, the scenic view of Lake Taupo is simply breathtaking.


9. You can't really compare the prices of things in NZ with its counterpart in Malaysia. They're friggin expensive. Even more so should you decide you want to try out the outdoor activities that they've got to offer. There's bungy jumping, horse riding, sheep shearing, heli ride (for LOTR fans out there), jetboating, kayaking, etc etc. Nice to see, but they're a bit pricey for me. So if you want to experience NZ to the fullest - bring with you a whole lot of moolah.

10. For the ladies, do bring along a container of some sort. This will help you so much when nature does a calling. I even dare say that it's the 2nd most important thing (the 1st being the passport) that you can have with you while your in NZ.


11. If you enjoy having coffees or its variants, NZ is your place. The country has a whole lot of them. Nothing beats having a hot coffee in a cool weather while under the blue blue sky. :)


12. If you ever get the chance to go salmon-tasting at it's farm in Mount Cook, don't miss it. The smoked salmon in particular is awesome!


13. For halal food, you can either get some turkish kebabs or try some indian cuisine. Most of the time the meat used are halal (always ask first).

14. If you intend to stay for quite awhile, stay at room with a kitchen (if possible, get a washing machine + dryer too). And if you're following a tour, make sure at your last stop, you get to stay at a hotel with a washing machine + dryer (because we hate having to think off the stuff we need to wash once we get back home).

15. For the adventurous type - make sure you come with your good walking shoes (and that shoes doesn't have holes on them like Crocs sandals). You got a lot of distance to cover, and the wind might be coming down hard on you (hence the no-holes-in-your-shoes thing).

16. People back home mentioned that I've got a good tan now. For those who aren't going for a tan, bring along your sunblock. (and no, I didn't expect that I would get a tan. It just turned out that way)

I guess that pretty much covers everything. If I remember anything else though, I'll sure be adding back to the list.

...i miss NZ already :)

HDC has recently introduced a halal-widget for us to use as reference when in doubt.

Nifty stuff - altho the design really sucks.

Anyways, for those interested - you can get the codes at 'tinyurl.com/ktcomw'.

To read more on the matter, you can go to http://founder.limkokwing.net/blog/editor/widget_for_finding_halal_products1/

* Just added his blog to my reader. Inspiring and great write-ups overall :)

Okay, a little explanation is in order I suppose,

Marimekko was founded in 1951 by Armi and Viljo Ratia in Finland and became a fashion icon in the 60’s when First Lady Jackie Kennedy included seven Marimekko dresses in her wardrobe.
I came across this "Marimekko" term as I was looking for any interesting design patterns and fabric to be used in our bean bag.

A little side story first on how this came to be.

At first I had thought of getting myself a nice bean bag for our lounge. But the last place I went to at Mid Valley, the price of one was like around RM299. And that is after a somewhat 50% discount.

"What gives?" I thought to myself.

Later my wife provided a rather interesting alternative.

"Why don't you buy it from me then?" she said. She intends to make one and sell it to me.

I could I suppose. After all, I have yet to see a return on my investment (the sewing machine). And she "can" sew. Plus it would be an interesting family project.

So after weeks of thinking about it, we finally went up to a friendly neighbourhood factory near our kampung and bought ourselves 5 kilos worth of polisterene (or however you spell that damn thing) to be used as the beans.

And the plastic bag holding them nearly ripped open at our house. Imagine the horror on our faces. Millions of tiny little lightweight "beans" running amok in our livingroom.

In any case, depending on demand (if any); she was thinking of maybe (just maybe) selling these bean bags to other people as well. We already have identified the beans supplier I suppose. Now for the fabric. And thats where Marimekko came into the picture.

The FatBoy Marimekko

Have to say that I really came to like the look and design of the bean bag covered in Marimekko. But I don't think this thing has entered Malaysia yet - or if it has; I doubt that I can get a good price for it.

Went to KAMDAR yesterday. "Velvet" seems nice and affordable. Looks comfy too, although I do like to have gone to other stores as well to compare the materials and prices. Call it market research. Maybe I'll go have a look at Fella Design or IKEA after this. Or maybe I'll just head up to Nilai.

6 months

Family

It has been more or less half a year since I got married. Today is Sunday, and I find myself lying lazily on the IKEA rug and slowly thinking of stuff to write in this blog. It has been quite awhile since I spoil myself with endless, non-thought provoking ranting. It's hard to find the time to those things nowadays. It's hard to find the time to do the things you like doing once you got married. You can quote me on that. But thats life I suppose.

Luckily I was able to indulge in a Godfather marathon these last few days. Owh dah lame gile rasenye tak tengok movies back-to-back. Brings back sweet memories of my college days :) .

Yesterday me and my wife did a lil' spring cleaning - dah nak raye la katekan. At first we had this long list of things that we planned on doing. But half-way through I guess we checked in back to Reality hotel and realized that "pergh..penat gile..rase nak tido je..". My wife did sleep half-way through the chores. Couldn't say I was not tempted as well, but work is work and there's a lot of it that needs doing. So on I went. Below are some pics on that day.


This is not me doing push-ups against the wall, although it does look like that I suppose. Actually that would be me fixing the wirethat is coming in down from the attic onto the wall so that we could have a new power socket on this side of the wall of our house. We were planning on rearranging the TV set closer to the dining table so we could all enjoy Shin-Chan during berbuka. Hehe :)



This is my wife painting our wooden dining chair so that it would brand-new. Hopefully it would fool the people that would come to our house during Raya. Hopefully they are not reading this blog. Out of the four sets of chair that we have she only managed to paint 1.5 so far. I guess that's better than nothing. Currently we are waiting for the paint to dry off.

Finally the result. Ok la kot. Nampak spacious sket. Following this we were thinking of adding some bean bags in front of the TV. Current plan is that I would be buying the bean bags from - my wife. She's already identifying the "beans" supplier and one of them in fact is actually based in near Monterez Golf Club. For the fabric, maybe we'll go have a look at Fella or IKEA or just Nilai. Not sure how much I'm suppose to pay for those though. Comptel ade kasi bonus raya tak agaknye. Hurm..

TOP FOR SOCIAL MOBILITY
1. Norway
2. Canada/Denmark/Sweden
3. Finland

Source: London School of Economic

The above findings are taken from BBC News clippings here.

I guess somehow rather I'm kinda not surprised to see Canada on that list. Having been educated in one myself, I guess the education system there is quite unique any mind-stimulating enough for any students.

While there I was exposed to various fields of interest - music instruments, woodwork, cooking, and french. Other than that, there were the usual academic subjects. Of all the subjects that were taught there though - I miss playing my baritone the most.

It wasn't the most subtle of instrument. Being quite big and brute, with loud bass-like sound emanating from it's metal horn - one can only wonder how in the world can one actually miss playing the damn contrapment. But miss it I do.

I remember that in each week, I would have to bring the baritone back home after school and practice it for about a half an hour everyday. And I did brought it home, and I did practice playing it - however bad it sounded to mom.

I remember having to wipe my saliva off of the mouthpiece every now and then. Yucks..yep thats how I felt at first. It takes awhile to get use to it, but eventually I did.

The best part of playing a baritone is when you're actually playing it with other instruments alongside you - like an orchestra of sorts. The combination of a baritone's boom and the strike of a piano alongside the high pitch sound a clarinet is really quite fun to hear to - if played accordingly and harmoniously. It was really fun I have to say. I really miss being a part of it, being a part of the orchestra.

That's Canada to you.

I heard that in Finland, you could find so many professors there that should you divide the number of professors to the square feet area of Finland - you could get approximately one professor per school in Finland. That's the level of education that they have.

What do we have? Owh we have plenty I'd bet. We have have so many professors around here that we can simply change the education system here right after every election. Leave it to the majority. Follow the majority. It's fun isn't it to side with majority. You can never be wrong when you side with the majority. How can you be? You are after all, with the majority. It's popular, it's the "in" thing. What a load of bullocks.

In any case, forgive my rambling on the sad excuse of what I would call our political and everyday scenery here in Malaysia.

Let's have a brief chat about education.

Then again let's not. Guess I'm not in the mood anymore. :)




4 Bulan

Last Friday I had the opportunity to meet with one of my tabligh friend at Sri Petaling. It has been quite some time since I've talked let alone meet with him up-front (i think the last I saw him was during my wedding reception).

He has since then went on to do his industrial training at some TNB vendor company, doing installation if I'm not mistaken.

Right now, he is waiting for his Visa application to be processed. He'll be going out for some 4 months to do dakwah and personally I wish him all the best and a safe journey to and fro.

We discussed about stuff ranging from the importance of doing dakwah, what his tentative will be once he get there, and the feasibility of doing it whilst being married (like yours truly).

It is sad nowadays that whenever you mention the word 'tabligh' or open up a topic on the matter - the images that would appear in most women's mind are men going out together someplace while leaving their family behind not taken care of. Personally I have heard the story as well from one of my friends who's cousin was used to paying the price of being a tabligh-man's wife. No monthly allowance, no help in raising the kids, and no job too at that. She was quite left all alone while her husband was in his merry way to go on his mission. Great idea, bad implementation was what I had in mind.

The truth is, not all of the the guys who went into tabligh is like that argues my friend (my tabligh friend which I'm meeting). Undoubtedly, some of them are - but only a minority (whether it's a minority or majority is kinda hard to prove I guess at that moment). He personally knows that there are also some guys who haven't neglected their responsibility in their roles as husband and father.

So I guess all in all, it all comes to being able to striking a balance with your life. In my opinion, if you want to go on a 4 months mission or something of the like, make sure you've left something behind for your dear family to hold on too. Know that your kids and wife and mom and dad are being well taken care of. To do otherwise would be in my opinion quite selfish and unresponsible.

As for myself, well we'll just have to wait and see. My wife can be a bit over-protective if you know what I mean. wink wink. :)

Just saw Sleepless in Seattle at ASTRO.

You got to love the ending. They're soo damn cute!!

Dalam keghairahan meniti alam pekerjaan ni, tidak dapat tidak kadangkala kita ditemukan dengan rakan-rakan di kolej, kampus, housemate, dan lain-lain yang membawa peluang sebegini. Lagi-lagi setelah berkeluarga, the importance of money in one's life takes on a whole new meaning altogether. Especially me I suppose - since I have the tendency to prepare for things that still years to come (financially speaking).

"Member aku buat bende ni brape bulan je da pakai Evo.."
"Cube ko cerita kat aku dalam hidup ni ape yang ko nak?"

Antara dialog-dialog paling cliche dan melucukan when you think back during those days.

I went back to zaharuddin.net to look for articles regarding these MLM stuff (MLM stands for multi-level marketing for those who didn't know already). It was quite sometime since I went there, last time I did went in; I end-up converting my conventional savings account into an Islamic account and took out all of my ASB savings and just recently put some of them in unit trust (syariah compliant of course).

Go here for futher reading on the matter: http://www.zaharuddin.net/content/view/567/#comment83202

The following is taken from the same link, but I guess I'd like myself to be reminded from time to time about it - hence why it is pasted in my blog


Ingatan saya sekali lagi buat semua secara umum

Nabi SAW mengingatkan kita bahawa :

إن لكل أمة فتنة , وفتنة أمتي المال

Ertinya : "Sesungguhnya bagi setiap umat itu cabaran dan ujian, dan ujian bagi umatku adalah harta" ( Riwayat At-Tirmizi, no 2337 ; Ibn Hibban , Al-Hakim : Sohih menurut Al-Hakim dan disepakati Az-Zahabi. Hasan Menurut Tirmidzi)

Al-Qaradawi mengatakan, godaan harta bukan pada mengumpul dan mendapatkannya melalui cara yang halal dan menjaga kewajiban agama, tetapi adalah dalam ke'gila'aan mendapatkannya, mencarinya dan menyimpannya walaupun dari jalan yang haram. Selain itu, ia juga tidak endah untuk membelanjakannya walaupun dengan cara yang haram asalkan berbaloi menurut aqalnya, tiada pertimbangan halal dalam hatinya.

Sebagaimana yang digambarkan oleh Allah, salah satu tanda kehilangan keberkatan dalam perolehan harta adalah :-

أَن كَانَ ذَا مَالٍ وَبَنِينَ , إِذَا تُتْلَى عَلَيْهِ آيَاتُنَا قَالَ أَسَاطِيرُ الْأَوَّلِينَ

Ertinya : Kerana dia mempunyai (banyak) harta dan anak, lalu apabila dibacakan kepadanya ayat-ayat Kami, ia berkata: ""(Ini adalah) dongeng-dongengan orang-orang dahulu kala.( Al-Qalam : 14-15 )

Inilah sikap kebanyakan hartawan dan jutawan Muslim (yang bukan Muslim sudah tentu bukan fokus kita) di seluruh dunia. Apabila mereka berada di puncak kekayaan, ramai di antara mereka tidak memandang penting kepada unsur keberkatan, halal dan peraturan dan hukum yang telah ditetapkan oleh Allah, kerap kali mereka anggap perbincangan seperti ini adalah kuno dan ketinggalan zaman.

Allah menegaskan :-

الْمَالُ وَالْبَنُونَ زِينَةُ الْحَيَاةِ الدُّنْيَا وَالْبَاقِيَاتُ الصَّالِحَاتُ خَيْرٌ عِندَ رَبِّكَ ثَوَابًا وَخَيْرٌ أَمَلًا

Ertinya : Harta dan anak-anak adalah perhiasan kehidupan dunia tetapi amalan-amalan yang kekal lagi saleh adalah lebih baik pahalanya di sisi Tuhanmu serta lebih baik untuk menjadi harapan" ( Al-Kahfi : 46 )

Menurut Syeikh Ibn Asyur ayat dari surah Kahfi di atas mengingatkan kita betapa perlunya kita menyedari amal soleh dan keberkatan adalah lebih perlu diutamakan dari harta banyak tanpa halal. Jadi dalam konteks ini, walaupun anda mendapat untung yang banyak ia belum pasti lagi menggembirakan anda di barzakh kerana ia mungkin sesuatu yang haram.

Jika pertimbangan keduniaan menguasai diri, ia adalah suatu tanda dan bukti umat Islam sudah semakin hilang sensitiviti terhadap kebenaran alam barzakh dan akhirat. Sesuatu yang haram dan syubhat amat zalim kepada Allah SWT walaupun amat menarik di sisi mata dan hati manusia.

Allah mengingatkan kita lagi bahawa :

انظُرْ كَيْفَ فَضَّلْنَا بَعْضَهُمْ عَلَى بَعْضٍ وَلَلآخِرَةُ أَكْبَرُ دَرَجَاتٍ وَأَكْبَرُ تَفْضِيلاً

Ertinya : "Perhatikanlah bagaimana Kami lebihkan sebahagian dari mereka atas sebahagian (yang lain dalam perolehan harta). Dan pasti kehidupan akhirat lebih tinggi tingkatnya dan lebih besar keutamaannya." ( Al-Isra : 21 )

Tazkirah

Tonight I finally get the chance to join in (came in rather late actually) on the tazkirah session held in my neighbourhood surau. It has been awhile since I planned to do so, and tonight I finally was able to. According to Abg Omar (the street rep so to speak), the tazkirah is quite an everyday thing here, where they would invite some ustaz from the outside to come and give a talk after maghrib - on all days except for Tuesdays.

Now on Tuesdays, the slot is kinda reserved for the tabligh fellas, and they'd come from all-over the place. I've even met some who came from Sri Lanka the other day. They sure get a lot of air miles on their card. :)

Today's tazkirah was about (from what I can make up based on my brief period there) the importance of being present in a "majlis agama/ilmu" (and vice versa the importance of NOT being present of "majlis yang fasik") and being nice/close to religious people. This "being close to religious people" really hits me at heart since I do firmly believe in that. I never think of myself as a religious person (or as religious that I should be). Hence, I always make it a point to always find or try to mingle around people with strong understanding of Islam (maybe hoping that it would rub-off on me somehow). I strongly believe that who you befriend would reflect what type of person you are. Alhamdulillah, I've met with quite a few (alim friends) along the way to this date.

Enough of that, here are some other points mentioned in the tazkirah:-

  • The ustaz said, "Ada 3 jenis orang yang dapat memberi syafaat pada hari akhirat kelak. 1 - Para Nabi dan Rasul, 2- Orang yang mati syahid; dan 3-orang yang alim". Now I know about the first one, but not quite sure about the latter (maybe should check it out with some of my 'alim' friends). Speaking of which
  • The ustaz told us a story about how he views the guitar being not haram as a musical instrument, but it also depends on "when" it is being played. Let say for example if you play it during the 'azan' - it is then considered haram since it's not appropriate to do so. Even drumming on a 'baldi' at that moment would make the 'baldi' a haram thing. Then he continued by telling us a story about at what moment the guitar was usually played during the ol' days of the Arabs - it's usually played during a nude dance kinda jig. Now "that" is something you don't get to hear everyday. Those Arabs sure know how to have fun don't they...
They are other stories that he told that piqued my interest - but I can't seem to recall them right now.

Maybe I'll bring a pen and paper next time around.



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