Weed Between the Fences

I had a very packed weekend. I was literally exhausted by the end of it, wishing for more days off rather than starting a new week.

The kids had replacement class on Saturday so I spent the morning sorting out their closet. By the end of the affair, there was a pile of clothes - still crisp and nice but sadly a little to small in size. Sorted kakak's old clothes for Hani and adik's smaller shirts and pants for the lawyer's little boy. I am still left with old school uniforms, all in good shape but again, too little in size. Anyone has any idea of where I can channel these to? Any shelter homes or orphanage that's in need of the sort? I'd be more than happy to give those away.

Anyways. Saturday afternoon was spent looking for a tailor that could put together a dress for kakak and her cousins. Sadly, a lot of the tailors are not into sewing clothes for the little ladies or charge a hefty amount for it. We're still looking. Dol's wife does children dresses but we'd have to go to Puchong for that. We'll probably look for a tailor around the area before going to her. At least we have a contingent plan.

We spent Sunday at a wedding of Deli's cousin. Stayed for quite a bit before rushing home for taekwando class in the afternoon. It was the kids' first day of lesson but they were very enthusiast about it. Kakak initially refused to join in the fun, thinking that she had to be involved in some sort of a street fight or something. After a bit of explanation of why we think the lesson would be good for her, she was all into the whole regime.

Grumpy boys

Happy boys

Party people

Warming up

Warming up still

The class was handled by 3 instructors, none of them Malay or Muslim (I think). However when they heard the calling for Asar, they asked the kids to sit and take a break in respect to the calling. I was impressed. Expecially when some of the parents whom were clearly Muslims, happily chatted away without even considering to lower their voices.

So I am looking forward to the long weekend coming ahead. Kids will still have taekwando class on Sunday, so going back to BP is out of the question. Have some plans with friends to spice up the long holiday. Still in planning though. Will blog more about it later.

Meanwhile, I am amidst of finalizing some papers for Mortgage Project - Phase 2. We were instructed to pull out from this project and wait for new assignments. I still need to deliver a couple of documents before end of the week. I'm just sad that I don't get to work with Mortgage anymore. I've come to know more than half of the department and am totally in the same wave length with some of them.

I have no idea what the new boss has in store for us. Let's just pray and hope for the best.

Oh by the way, just need to get this out of my system.

I think it's very, very hard to find a good man nowadays. A good man to befriend or for anything. Like they always say, the good ones are taken while the singles are either gay or pretended to be straight. If it's not their sexual orientation, it's their attitude towards life and how it's leaning more and more towards to west.

Drinking in public no longer brings shame upon those whom were not supposed to, girls are wearing skimpier dresses if not more sheer than a curtain, hugging or letting other people wrap their arms around them without a single hint of shame that their pictures are all over cyberspace for the world to see.

The thing is, the world will not just see. They tend to judge as well. It's no longer individual, it's more of the religion that's at stake of being mocked.

And we wonder why blogs trashing Islam sprouted like wild mushroom. I think it's time we take a look at our own backyard and see if the weed has not crept between the fences.


Okay. Ramblings off for now.

Expecting the world to treat you fairly coz you are a good person is like expecting the lion not to attack you coz you are a vegetarian. (from a forwarded email)