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The Nasi Lemak ...

It was a cool Sunday. The heavy rains that had poured the Kelang valley for the last few weeks had brought Flash floods and at the same time kept the atmosphere cool. After a brunch of Nasi lemak with Kerang I sat down at the Serambi to enjoy my coffee and while the time away. It has been a long time not having the usual Nasi Lemak from the Mokcik stall nearby. I no long could stand on line especially on a Sunday to que to buy the delicious favourite Nasi lemak. Age has caught up and I just could not stand on line at time for 40 minutes to get to buy two bungkus of Nasi lemak, one for NekNyang and one for me. Nenek like the Biasa one with the sambal put in a separate container and mine always with Kerang and the sambal thrown in. It has been for months and Asmah had quipped yesterday 'tak beli Nasi Lemak'  since I was out to take the laundry near the stall yesterday. I just answer Tak. In actual fact I had wanted to buy but simply could not stand in line to buy. At ...

The year 2019 and Me...

Folks, the year 2019 is special to me for on August 17 this year I was blessed to be in the eight series. Now as an 80 years old Great Grandpa I may continue to share my thoughts with the world through the Social media. Do keep the peace for only with peace and harmony could we prosper together. May the new year 2020 be a blessing to all. Alhamdullilah. Have a nice day.

Memories and the Golden years...

Life in the golden years is challenging indeed especially so of our mind to retained memories. Memory of the present fades fast, one seconds we remember then the next second we may forget but we learn to live with it. At the same time we are blessed that our memories of the past became clearer as we move on. It some cases it became vivid, just like it happened yesterday. The last few days I got reconnect with a friend of the past. For almost forty years we lost contact but we both remembered those beautiful moments of our youth. Another memories that keep popping up from time to time is the episodes of my life when I was organising an International Seminar at the Merlin Hotel in Kuala Lumpur in 1981. At that time I was the Director of the Development and Promotion of Culture at the Culture Division of the Ministry of Culture, Youth and Sports. These episodes of my life W hich start in 1981 lasted for one and a half years. It was such a beautiful memories that It always nice and be...

A Personal Space...

Yes, the personal space, a space of our own; a space in time and moment that we want for ourselves alone. A space that we want to be independence of anyone else. A moment in time that we want to jealously guard as our own and we have the right to have one; that special personal space in time.  As I journey on in life and getting there in my golden years, I yearn to have that personal space more and more and slowly and surely, I am getting there. It is not that easy, and I believe with perseverance and patience I would eventually get there. It does not mean that I want to be alone all the time. It is not that. I love to be with my loves one but that sometimes I do really need my own personal space. A time that I could dreams, whilst away in the clouds, contemplate, flirt in my mind and wonder of all the possibilities, to be able to spend time with friends on my own and on my own choice, without being subjected to other people reaction, want to be able to do my things my way. The ...

78th Birthday....

Good Morning folks. Woke up to a beautiful day in August 2017. Born on August 17, 1939 Alhamdulillah I am 78 years old today and kicking. Thanks to my wonderful soulmate Asmah Abdul Rahman of 55 years and counting who have been with me during the up and down during my life journey I am forever grateful for a wonderful family life. Blessed with three wonderful daughters, five grandchildren, a son in law and two grandsons in law, making me one happy Grandpa; they too give me so much of their precious times in my golden years. Thanks to the many relatives and friends in the virtual world and the physical world my life has been as colorful as well. To those few relatives and friends [you know who you are] who give me your precious time to talk to me or be with me from time to time I am grateful. Thanks folks for contributing in making my life so colorful.  Have a nice day

Destiny...

At this age [77], I can safely say that I did not know where I was heading after I left school. But I know that I was ambitious and an optimist. Yes, very ambitions indeed. I knew that I must acquire knowledge to be successful in any endeavor that I take. In the forties and fifties folks on the East-coast of Malaya was not even aware that there is such an institution as University. In the state of Pahang there is only one school that take students for the post School Certificate Examination; now known as HSC. Without the HSC, you do not get into the University. And that class is at the Clifford School in Kuala Lipis, the capital of Pahang at that time. After completing my Darjah Sembilan [Form V] or the Cambridge School Certificate Examination in 1957 I went to seek employment. The year was 1958 and I was just nineteen years old. I got into the State Higher Clerical Service, a Division Three post where I work in various government departments for ei...

Of Old Age and Health....

They say that Health is Wealth. At this age I know it is true indeed. Like folks of my age [I am seventy five plus years old] and above we all can never tell when we would be down with some serious health problem. Like me I was having constant stomach ache and treat it just as a normal pain. With some ointment and patented medicine I get alright and did not worry too much. Then my daughter ask me to do a check-up which I did. After a numbers of checking by the medial professionals I was found to have Gallstone and it had to be removed. So on March 31 this year I went for a surgery and it was removed. Since then I am recuperating well but as yet to be back to normal. After the surgery I lost my appetite and only after almost three months did I gain back my appetite and the sense of taste. I lost 7 kilo of my weight and now had recovered by days. I no longer drive to the city, just kept to the vicinity of the house. Yesterday I found a Blogger's friend through the latest...