It's Not About The Money

Last night I was having dinner with my best friend and some crowd. One of them was saying about herself being cash-strapped, granted Allah s.w.t. doesn't rob her completely off money; and it brought me back to this experience I once had and I feel compelled to ink it down.

I was a teenager then, doing secondary school. My parents would provide me allowance on a monthly basis. Towards the end of a particular month, I was actually short of money. Maybe I had overspent it for shopping of some sort. But of course, knowing that I had the responsibility to keep my money in check, I shouldn't be asking my parents for extra. I didn't really feel like it at that time, anyway. I had very little money, but I knew I could still survive on that small amount, and it was during the last week of the month, anyway. Plus, school foods aren't expensive.

Then one day at the beginning of the week, I had a dream. Someone, or rather, something told me to open up the Quran to a certain surah, I can't remember which but I think it might have began with the letter 'F'.

When I woke up, I thought nothing of the dream. It was just a dream, wasn't it? Or was it just a dream? Okay, now I'm just confusing myself. Well, nevertheless, out of curiosity, I took out the Quran, and what should I have found there but MONEY! Money, I tell you! A solid RM15. Phew.

I was of course awe-stricken (from the word awe-struck LOL I'm not entirely sure if it can be changed to awe-stricken). So yes, somehow or rather, God (or could it have been Satan?) have helped me to go through the week not money-less. I feel... Well, until now I couldn't really put how I feel about that situation, but just purely flabbergasted.

Would you have taken the money or left it there? Would you think it's a trick... or treat? (LOL okay that was super lame).

Arrivederci.

Innocent & Pure

It's been way too long since I've blogged here, it took me about one minute to find the 'New Post' button. I wish I can find it in me to update my blog continuously. It's been like a tradition, to post one entry about how I haven't blogged and then post a random entry, which totals up to two entries per year. Maybe it's because I don't find it (blogging) satisfying, anymore. I mean, I still love writing, but, the thought of blogging just doesn't pop into my head anymore. Not because I don't respect my readers, but I like engaging in other things as well. A lot of other things. All the simple things. I find it hard to find the time to sit down and write. Usually nothing would come to mind. Ok, I'm rambling. Then tengok Nada asyik post blog, jealous pulak hahaha. I love you Nada :D

These days, however, I really can't find the time to blog. I've been working 9 to 9, Monday through Saturday, I actually love it haha. Balik rumah terus tidur. I suspect I'm capable of becoming a workaholic, just like my boss wants us to be haha. But I realized, I actually have the time 'within' my working hour to blog. Because, if I finish my task early and send it to me senior, they would always go, 'Wah so fast. Come I give you another work'. The truth is, I kind of have got the hang of some of it because I've learned a lot during my practical training. I thought for now, maybe I should appear to be the 'slow-learner' type. So today, I've decided to stall a little for a little bit of me-time.

Anyway, this entry is nothing entertaining. Just as a keepsake, so that I'll remember this particular moment for as long as humanly (and technologically) possible.

Last night, my family (all the Paks and Maks included) which totaled up to about 30 people, went to eat seafood at Jeram, Kuala Selangor. So first we went to Ibu's (Mak Long) house to gather. Then to go there we convoyed (is this a word?). So, everyone just rode in to whichever vehicle available. Ok ni tak penting.

Then bila nak balik, it was the same thing lah. My cousin, Zahirah, who is 2.5 years old, joined me again. So she sat with me. She was hyper as usual. Then, after most of the way, I suppose she got tired and sleepy. The kids played a lot at the restaurant as it had a mini playground. Then she curled up on me like a cat, with her head resting under my chin.

I said to her, 'Kak Huril sayang Zahirah...'. I said that because she's just so adorable haha. Then she said 'Zahirah sayang Kak Huril'. You know, she has that really soft voice that you only hear coming from certain graceful people. Not the annoying type at all. Then she asked pulak, 'Kak Huril sayang Zahirah?' I said la 'Sayang.' Then she asked, 'Banyak ke sikit?'. Then of course I said banyak. Then she lifted her head, looked at me, and said 'Hug dulu', then we hugged lama2. Then she kissed my lips and slept. Awwww.

Children, annoying or not, they are innocent and pure. Very much so. I deal with a few children in my life, because my aunties keep bringing them into this world haha. Someone once said, you should spend more time with people below 5 and above 60. Then you might know what life is all about. I admit, sometimes I lose my temper because of their craziness. I have to keep reminding myself now and then that they are innocent. We should treat them with kindness and compassion. Not expect them to know things that grown-ups do (know), like how I see some people treat children.

It's funny that some parents expect their kids to know all the things that grown ups know, but then they still treat them like they're kids, ie. you can't go out (how are they suppose to learn from mistakes?), you can't disagree (then why are they expected to act like grown ups?), everything you do is not perfect (were you so perfect when you were a kid?). I don't know, I hope I'll be a good mother one day. A mother who doesn't inflict pain & fear upon her children. A mother who knows how to listen to her children like they are adults, but still understand them as children.


" If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire (Spoken by the character Sirius Black)