A lucky Escape

It is 7.30pm and it was raining. I had a meeting at 8.00pm and I was still 30 minutes away from my workplace. The road surface was slippery. I drove at average 60 to 80km/h. At a curve before Kabuloh, suddenly I saw two cats were playing in the middle of the road. I had no choice and I pressed my brake pedal. My ABS (auto brake system) functioned and locked my four wheels. My car was skidded for a while and headed to a bush. Last but not least, I realized I was landed in a drain (luckily it was dry) and I managed to get out from the car. Thanks a lot to my colleagues, Rama, Cheng, Heman and Awie who were accompanying me until the tow truck took out my City out of the drain. What an experience!!! Some of my friends called asking my condition and I did call some friends but what I received was "Padan Muka" (after being translated) I did not know whether to get angry or to feel sad but I only managed to grin when listening to that compliment. Deep in my heart, what comes around, goes around. I will never pray any bad thing but I do believe 'hukum karma'. To those who shared my lucky escape, thanks a lot. Here are some pictures of my girlfriend. She needs some cosmetic surgery to touch up the front bumper. ( Sik sangka ehhhh.........aku ala ala Raikonnen, leh aku apply drive F1 kak tok. Ahha......!!!!!!!!!)

Hari Raya and the Elderly

Each year since I was born, Hari Raya will be celebrated not only by the children, but the celebration itself is something special for the elderly. For instance, a house that does not have senior citizens will be less visited compared to a house that has one. As this year in my family, we lost our mother but luckily we still have our grandmother. She is the one who is wearing the white with blue flowers baju kurung. She is 82 years old (that fact is according to the certificate that she posseses), but I believe she is older than that. Her name is Hajjah Maimunah Haji Isa (Nek Mai). She comes from a big family. Infact, the one who is sitting on a wheelchair is also my grandmother from my father's side. She is 2 years younger than Nek Mai. Her name is Rajemah Haji Isa (Nayeng). The one with emerald green baju kurung is Habibah Haji Isa who being called by us as Nek Hu. The one in the middle is Nek Isah (Aishah Ismail). This picture was taken in Balingian in Nayeng's house. This house also was the place where my mum collapsed which later taken her life. Nek Mai has 14 siblings. She is number six and Nayeng is number 7 while Nek Hu is number 12. Out of 14, there are only 8 left. On the first day Hari Raya at my home, the house was packed with people. My sister and I were very busy entertaining the guests. The living room and the kitchen were full with relatives. Maybe they were trying very best to console us after the demise of our mother. They did it very well. Thanks a lot. Anyway, for the elderly, Hari Raya is the day where they can meet and mix around with all ages. Like my Nek Mai always said, "Who knows this Hari Raya might be my last raya." To all the elderly...long life and have a prosper life.