There is something therepeutic about watching Milo sleep. He would curl his paws and sometimes give cute whimpers as though he is having some kind of a dream. He drools too. We’ve had other cats before Milo and Tito but Milo is the only one from amongst our feline companions that drools in his sleep. Sticky, slobbery saliva which sometimes sticks onto the floor on which he sleeps on, or on my blouse or shirt if he happens to choose my comfy body as his mattress. But that is rare. He loves the cold terrazo flooring or the warm carpet or simply our bed, with his head on our pillow. When that happens , he would sometimes stretch that half asleep stretch, and if I happen to be near, reach out to my face for a quick sniff to make sure that it is me that he is sleeping on or next to and then go back to his deep slumber.
and one of the most controversial person in the music industry has kicked the bucket.
His old looks which I’ve always prefered.
So it is now settled that they have nicely landed on Malaysia’s shore, giving the overly sweet and dense Dunkin’ and the oh so delicious Big Apple a run for their money. In midvalley, it’s nicely tucked in about 10 metres away from Dunkin and a corner away from Big Apple. Of course, the sinfully ( but a tad too sweet, I find ) delicious KrispeKreme is here, tantalising and cajoling us to add more calories in the already hard to resist food haven.
Oh well, I had 2 for brekky with old friends on holiday here yesterday. New York cheesecake donut ( which was so rich it was ‘muak’ towards the end ) and the freshly fried original glaze, which we were all given free, hot and piping. Washed them down with ice latte. Ohhhh.
In denial, I rightfully reminded myself that Ramadan is coming 😛 … Alas…before I left, I couldn’t resist parting with another Rm 2.80 to wolf down their chocolate cake flavoured donut. Ya, it’s nice to be here :))
Image taken from here.
I have not written about aikido for a long time because I have been out of training for two months almost for health reasons ( and no it is not pregnancy, as suspected by fellow classmates ). I miss it very much but as a senior in class reminded me, it is not just about the physical training, it is about a way of life.
The one extremely important lesson I learnt in aikido is the ‘ukemi’. That is the falling technique. To fall gracefully.
I have since realised that ‘ukemi’ is not just about falling and landing nicely on the mats of the dojo, in the ‘hakama’, while sparring with the ‘uke’. It is about practising it in life where there are days when one really needs to fall, so that one can learn to get up again and continue fighting. And then fall again. The more ‘ukemi’ we do, the more graceful our falls become. This, I realised happens in my life as well. The more often I fall, the more graceful I take my failures and the stronger I get up to face life’s ‘uke’ . Challenges in life I have since learnt, are like ‘uke’. They are not really opponents, just sparring partners to teach one the martial art of life.
I am currently reading Memoirs of a Menteri Besar, Tan Sri Datuk Dr Mohamad Said– Early Days, ( just don’t ask how I came to own a copy of it, which you can neither buy nor borrow out from the National Library ) formerly the Menteri Besar of Negeri Sembilan.
Reading on how he travelled in those days, all the way from Linggi to Kuala Kangsar to attend school at Malay College Kuala Kangsar through all the odds and tests and whatever else physical challenges he had to face–just to get the best education he could possibly get, is not only inspiring, but tear-jerking as well. Definitely a welcoming break from other tear-jerking reads of Malay mat-rempit boys getting into hardcore social troubles.
One thing he wrote in there which struck me hard was that he wrote about his mother, that his thirst for knowledge stemmed from the very root that his mother was a voracious reader, despite their humble background. So what JohnWood wrote in this book is confirmed here in the Memoir-that once you educate a girl you educate many more generations to come. For the hand which rocks the cradle rules the world, kan?
I’ve not touched our trusty oly for quite a while. It has served us really well and we have been to places with it, not forgetting the two times it came in handy in two minor road accidents we met with in the last two years. But oly has reached its twilight days and recently, a new breed of its kind made me gawk non stop since it was up in the limelight.
Image taken from here.
This new olympusep1 has the slim body of a compact camera/mobile phone but the full function of a dslr camera. Its price tag can pay our rent for about 3 months or so. Hence, at the moment I shall just continue to salivate over it.
I have been busy with assignments and lessons which gives me very little time to stop and think on what to write about. Let’s start with Ramadan then. Since it’s coming anyway…
Ramadan is around the corner and I hope this year I don’t wait till Ramadan to become all holy and all of a sudden, dive in to start practicing all the sunnahs, read the Quran yada yada yada. It seems so hypocritical when I do that, like as though only Ramadan brings about the importance of being close to my Creator. It should be an on going process, no?
I polished off two packets of Rm 1 nasi lemak before typing this down. The evidence that I am quite far away from the preparations of Ramadan.
Oh well, there is always later, kan? 😉
Next Wednesday is the first day of Rejab. It will be a good time to shed off the excess fats I’ve accumulated while munching on chocolates while studying and doing assignments.
Tito just doesn’t get it. In order to mate, he has to get out of the house compound, find himself a tabby he fancies and be done and over with. But nooo.. he paces back and forth in the house, walks angrily around in the garden, howl on top of his lungs, get mad and irritable with us and his brother, Milo— everything, except go out to look for a tabby.
Eh hello boy, you want a mate, you jolly well get out of the house and look for a nice tabby yourself. You can’t expect us to look for one for you. You don’t have matchmaking.com for cats, you can’t expect a tabby to come over to answer to your mating calls. It doesn’t work that way. Get it? Now get out now and stop driving all of us nuts with your constant howling. The students need to study and I cannot go beyond explaining the biological aspect of your situation at the moment other than ‘ Tito tengah nak kawin’ because they have been answering me with ‘ Nak kawin kenapa pekik-pekik macam backside dia sakit??? ‘
So Tito, you get it? Now go !
I live in a neighbourhood where it is quite common for students to have their own personal drivers to send them to schools and then after the various enrichment classes their parents fancy. Violin? Piano? Ballet Academy? Kumons.. you name it. In fact for some of my own students, I often have to pass notes to their drivers when I need to communicate with their parents, when sms-es are sometimes forgotten due to their busy schedules.
However, reading this entry by Is our old time friend whom we affectionately nicknamed the John Wood of Malaysia, is very heart-wrenching. Very heart-wrenching indeed. I give tuition to kids going to international schools here. But indeed this school he wrote about is way more ‘international’. Read about it here.