Monday, October 31, 2005

Kisah Larry si Kaya

Pada suatu hari, Larry si kaya yang sedang menunggu mati telah menghantar email kepadaku. Entah mana dia dapat email address aku.

Aku harap dalam kehidupan akan datang beliau akan menjadi makhluk yang lebih berguna.

Dan kawan-kawanku, aku harap kau juga akan terbuka hati seperti si Larry (selepas membaca emailku) untuk menderma kepada mangsa gempa bumi di Pakistan

From: "Larry Moore" []
Subject: HELLO.

Dear Beloved,

This letter may come to you as a surprise due to the fact that we have not yet met. I have to say that I have no intentions of causing you any pains. As you read this, I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, because, I believe everyone will die someday. My name is Larry Moore, a merchant in Dubai, in the U.A.E. I have been diagnosed with prostate and oesophageal cancer that was discovered very late due to my laxity in caring for my health. It has defied all forms of medicine and right now, I have only about a few months to live according to medical experts.

I have not particularly lived my life so well, as I never really cared for anyone not even myself but my business. Though I am very rich, I was never generous, I was always hostile to people and only focus on my business as that was the only thing I cared for. But now I regret all this as I now know that there is more to life than just wanting to have or make all the money in the world. I believe when God gives me a second chance to come to this world I would live my life a different way from how I have lived it. Now that I know my time is near, I have willed and given most of my
properties and assets to my immediate and extended family members and as well as a
few close friends. I have decided to give alms to charity organizations, as I want this to be one of the last good deeds I do on earth.

So far, I have distributed money to some charity organizations in the U.A.E, London and Ireland. Now that my health has deteriorated so badly, I cannot do this my self any more. I once asked members of my family to close one of my accounts and donate the money, which I have there to charity organizations in Bulgaria, they refused and kept the money to themselves. Hence, I do not trust them anymore, as they seem not to be contented with what I have left for them.

The last of my money which is the huge cash deposit that I have with a security firm abroad. I will want you to help me collect this deposit and dispatch it to charity organizations. I am writing this from my laptop computer in my hospital bed where I wait for my time to come.

Your Faithfully,
Larry Moore.


Dear Larry,

1. No, I'm not surprised to receive the email from you.

2. I also have no sorry-morry to spare for you, and I think everybody knows he/she will die someday

3. Far from sorry, I hope you will REALLY get prostate and oesophageal cancer one day. Only then I'll feel sorry. Heheh.

4. I didn't know that such a word like 'laxity' (pronunciation : 'lak-s&-tE link) exists. Wow, thanks for teaching me that!

5. Second chance in life? You believe in reincarnation then.. hmmm maybe you'll be an earthworm in the next life.

6. Wah.. most properties and assets willed to family and friends, still got some more to give away. Very rich lah you.

7. I suggest you donate to the earthquake victims in Pakistan. Type GPM2, GPM5 or GPM10 and SMS to 39111.

8. If you give me your money also I will keep for myself.

Not yours,

Monday, October 24, 2005

When we were young

We've all grown up, of course.

But last night, amidst the career-, marriage- and child-related chatter sometimes it felt like we're still in THE dining hall and that later we'll be going for night prep. And that tomorrow will be the girls' turn for an outing to town.

Somebody still owe me class newspaper money.

But we did not finish our buka puasa meal before the azan was over this time.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Shutting my yap

While I was young and not-so-wise (chewah) of the ways of the world, it was difficult for me to find the middle ground. Either I kept my yap shut, or else I'd be putting my foot in it. When you were young though, you could get away a lot, but as you grow older (and thus may be deemed generally wiser, however everybody knows right that the hypothesis older = wiser doesn't hold itself true all the time, application-wise, no sir) it (the getting away, not the put-foot-in-mouth-scene) doesn't happen that frequent anymore. I learnt that the words that come out of this trap, control, I must. Think first, I should. And thus it surprised people who knew me back when I was a careless chatterbox, to find out that yours truly had been described as "Needs encouragement to express herself". Yes, that actually appeared in the counselor's report at one of the motivation camp thingies that I went to.

Eh, why the need to story all this?

I'm gonna shut my yap now. My typing yap, that is.

And a belated but still valid Selamat Berpuasa to those that do.

Wait, back to the topic. To cut the story short, I think I have better control of my yap these days. Am proud of it. Once in a while I could see it starting to run away, and kept my check. Of course sometimes my check wasn't so tight and it managed to get a life of its own a best-forgotten moment or two, but most of the times, I reigned it in at the right time. Because pushing it too far may not be the best for everyone's interest. And perception is such a double-edged sword, though you may mean no harm at all.

Like today. Chuckle. Check.

Sunday, October 02, 2005


Apparently, the one of the best tested remedy for baby's heat rash is :

tepung ubi a.k.a serbuk kanji

Sekian le dulu petua dari nenek hari ni. Lain kali nenek bagi petua yang lain pulak iye cu!