Journal, Personal

A #Mother is not a Mother

 

I think there is no specific day to celebrate mother’s day. It should be every day and every second. But of course, we need to fix a day in a year as a reminder. Therefore, mother’s day is a “reminder day”. If you have ever neglected your mother, this is the day to repay your sin. I have my own perspective on my mother. You can read that here

But, today I’m not gonna brag about how good is a mother and why everyone should appreciate her. Well, so many had been said before. I think every matter should be seen in every possible angle to reflect the different perspectives to embrace the both side of the coins.

All this while, we worship mother as mighty GOD and appreciate the role and sacrifices she had made. Well, that’s majority. Even I thought the same way. So, let’s look at the other side of the coin.

Not all mothers are loved by their kids. I witnessed daughters who hate their mother yet still taking care of them merely to fulfil their responsibility. I wonder why it’s so. Doesn’t a daughter usually will worship a mother because we are woman who carries stronger emotional gen? Yet, I have seen:

  1. A daughter who loves her father compared to her mother.
  2. A daughter who rose by her grandmother compared to her mother.
  3. A daughter who being care less by her own mother.
  4. A daughter whom has an adopted mother as her mother.
  5. A daughter who loves her stepmother compared to her own mother.

When I did a little analysis, I found out that sense of appreciation isn’t created by the biological cord but the sacrifices one does to raise a child. The struggles the one had to through to care for the child in their hand.

So, if you’re being mocked for not showing love to your own mother or fear of public perception for choosing and loving the one that not your biological mother; I want you to know that I can understand you.

You will not be perceived as pessimistic for complaining about your biological mother.

To all the mothers whom have scarified a lot for a child Happy Belated Mothers day.

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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Inspiration, Journal, Personal

AMMA / MOTHER : Happy #MothersDAY

Mother! What does this word mean to you? Have you ever asked this question to yourself?

If yes, ask again, If not, well ask now.

If you ask me the same, I would say it has no description. You simply can’t put into words.

My mom is 70 years old this year. The only thing I’m scared of in this world is my mother due out of utmost respect.

  • Respect to the struggle she had to go through to carry me.
  • Respect to the hurdles she had to face to keep me alive. (She said I nearly died of sickness and she has no money to bring me to hospital)
  • Respect for living the painful life to raise me and my six siblings without the support of my father.
  • Respect for the challenges she had to go through alone as a woman to feed her children.
  • Respect for working hard as a rubber tapper all day long so that she can give better future for her kids.
  • Respect for letting me to continue my study despite negative influences spread by my relatives.
  • Respect for trusting and leaving me to work far from the home.
  • Respect for giving me the freedom to do my own choices.
  • Respect for the utmost sacrifices you have did for me and my siblings.
  • Respect for all the things you have done to me and my siblings which can’t be described using 24 letters.

Of course, she has her flaws but that’s nothing big compared to what she has done to us.

She had literally lived for us “her children”. I have heard her outcry for her two kids who had been adopted due to her financial in-capabilities to raise them when they were born. The unintentional act which she regrets till today.

I have seen her struggles, pains and tears by standing right beside her. I wish no mom should go through such pains in their life which she is still struggles to get rid of her memory. The pains are too deep as it had been nailed into her heart. The traumatic life one should never go through.

She lived an extraordinary life for a woman. I wish I can write her biography one day.

Happy Mother’s Day Amma (Mother)

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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Journal, Personal, Travel

The Lonely Road (The Mom & Her Daughter)

(As it is) First time in #chitrapournami
Because I have promised to myself that I wanna bring my mom this time. So, I drove all the way to Batu Gajah and then drove again to #TelukIntan at evening. The only nearest way to get to Teluk Intan from my hometown is by going through the village “kampung” area. So, I have decided to find an alternative road on my way back. I moved around 2100 and somehow ended up at lonely isolated road leading to a dark jungle with total blackout vision with no lights. I looked at my waze, it shows another 21KM to reach my well known town Tanjung Tualang. But, the curves! That’s ok, I can managed this, said my mind. I looked at my watch, it’s 2230. I’m tired, I wants to go home. Shortcut its better. I said to myself. Suddenly, there is sound from my backseat…

Guess what, it’s my mom. Obviously, only two of us are in the car. She is so scared, shivering and almost screaming loud. She said ” P (my nick name) don’t take this road. This is not the right road. This is too dark. Probably, there’ll be many ghost here”. I hit the break & was like “WHAT”??

So, this is all about ghost and nothing else? Mom, you should be kidding me. Then, she goes like “P, please, please dont take this road”.

Ok, fine. I quickly make the U turn. Otherwise, my mom probably would have ended up with panic attack. I drove back. After a while, she said “P, please play some devotional song”. This time I scolded her. “Mom, can you stop your nonsense? Why I should be playing devotional song when I’m not scared. Btw, I don’t scared of ghost but humans. Humans can do worst things then ghost. I made that U turn because properly there would be some drug addicts or snatch thief or rapists waiting for victims. Not ghost. So, stop it”.

The next few minutes, we were in silent.

Then, I heard her deep breath, feeling relieved after seeing cars and lights hitting main road.

I smiled, my mom she is a legend.

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

Journal, Personal

Believe in Karma; it’s real and it’s fast.

It’s eleven passed half. My boss is buzzing me for lunch being restless to get out from the office. Ok fine. I quickly wrapped whatever I was doing and grabbed the wallet and walked away with her.

We were having mix rice at nearby Chinese mix rice shop. Generally, I’ll do the listening and she’ll do the talking as she loves to talk. Usually, we will talk about office chaos, her travelling experience or personal opinions on certain matters. This time, she was telling some stories and it makes me happy.

Yeah, it’s Karma. Yes. I’m a strong believer in karma. It could be because I have this Buddhism believe in me.

Ok, the story starts like this…

Two weeks ago, I was devastated with an attitude of my working colleagues. I wonder how much of ill intention a person can carry with them by hiding behind the bright smile on their face. I have heard of this hell working world. Facing it for the real time is really challenging me.

This world is completely new to me. It left me speechless when I saw how badly a person can behave to another. I bet I have yet to see the real hell world. Guess what, this tip of the ice berg is enough to bring me pain. As much as I wanted to believe in humanity, it also left me with many questions.

With all those pain, I kept quite seeking justice deep inside my heart. Least I know that the justice will serve in weeks, two weeks to be exact.

I got to know the two people who had made the pain to me are going through personal challenges in their life. When I heard it, I smiled deep inside my heart, not because I’m happy with what they are going through but because justice is served in timely manner.

I’m truly feeling empathy for what they are going through but I’m glad that karma is exits.

Believe in Karma; it’s real and it’s fast.

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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Inspiration, Money, Personal

Another Milestone 14/04/2018

It’s Tamil New Year today. Another goal achieved. I want this to be a yearly tradition. So, let me record this down.

I have executed a long time plan today and it’s another milestone in my life. I have purposely chosen this date so that I can track and measure my achievement every year.

I’m so glad I’m doing all this by my own. It could mean nothing for someone; but it’s means a lot for me. I know, I’m slightly delayed in achieving my life goals but I’m glad that I finally make it.

I took full pride of it because every single achievement is the sole effort of me and no one else.

I know I have way more to go and I’m heading towards.

Signing off with pride.

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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Personal

Can a Café Change Your Mood?

Finding a Cafe is so hard for me. I would like to go out and find a nice Cafe so that I can do my work and accomplish more. I am a person that always in a need of motivation to get things done. Especially, the environment is the major contributor.

I love watching people and they make my environment lively. Moving gets me going. People’s doings makes me question my daily life and get me growing day-by-day.

I get dormant with the same look. I need a change. I love get going. I love get moving.

Now, the problem is that I tend to waste so much of time in choosing the place and Cafe I wanted to go. At times, I’ll be sitting hours in the car deciding where I wanted to go. I know, it’s such a waste of time. But, I’m not sure why am I doing this. So, I did little bit of analysis on this.

Gotcha !!! I found out. I’m calculating the potential expenses for selecting the area and the Cafe. I gave a little bit of thought on parking as well. As much as I love enjoying the Cafes and the people, I equally love saving money. So, I want to feel the environment but I do not want to invest so much of money into it. All of us know how expensive a good coffee can be.

I get so jealous looking at the people who make such decision wasting no time. They don’t require “mind calculator” like most of us, the middle class. Therefore, the motivation kicks in…

I want abundance of money so that I can live the life the way I wanted to live. Get ridding the mind calculator is the ultimate goal.

How do I do it ? Good question tho.

Hmm, I need an input now. I better get going and looking for Café. Let me give a stare at people.

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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Personal

#BreakingNews Actress #Sridevi Passed Away. What a cruel life?

I do not want to post this. But, I wanted to remember this bad day 25.2.2018 in my life.

You will never wanted to have a heart breaking news like this on early morning.

I woke up early usual than before. It’s just 0530 and strangely, I couldn’t sleep anymore. Did this strange happens because there will be a heartbreaking bad news on early morning? I don’t know how many journalists’ and editors’ sleep would have disturbed today. They are probably working on the news by now.

Life is so cruel. She has retweeted a post yesterday and today she is no more. Had to believe. Looking back on her work, she is a legendary queen. All those hard works, years of efforts and the empire of her name crashed just within a seconds?. And, it has to happen when her daughter is not within by her side?

Oh God, what you are trying to say? The reality is hitting me hard. Showing how cruel a life can be. It’s scares me out of ****

Dying is not hard. But, living thinking you’ll die one day and it could be anytime is the most scariest thing in life.

Life is not gift; living is.

Strive for excellency on every breath; not every day because you’ll will never know when your breath gonna stop before your day ends.

I can never forget you maam. Premature dead is not sad but sickening. Because of you, I hates the words called “cardiac arrest”

It just too cruel. Rest In Peace maam. Love you always. Love for #Sridevi forever and ever.

Journal, Natural Beauty Tips, Personal

[#BeautyTips] #Homemade #FacialMask

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The ingredients are simple:

  1. Turmeric powder 1tbspn
  2. Cooling powder 1tbspn
  3. Honey or Coconut Oil (optional) 1tbspn

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Turmeric Powder

Turmeric powder is high in antioxidants that slow down the cell damage. It helps to reduce the inflammation and pigmentation and even out the skin tone.

I’m using pure turmeric powder imported from India. This is easily available at Brickfields.

Price within 3-4 MYR.

Cooling Powder

This Chinese style cooling powder is made out of rice flour which is used by many women on old days. Rice flour helps to soothe the skin and releases muscle stress which eventually inhibits the production of melanin in the skin.

I’m using rice clay which I bought from a Chinese shop. You can buy this at any Chinese or Indian groceries shop.

Price within 1-2 MYR.

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Honey and/or Coconut Oil

Honey is anti bacterial and helps to moisture the skin. It also helps to reduce the dark marks.

Coconut oil is natural moisturiser and cleanser. It is a best remedy for a dry skin.

I’m using dark wild honey because of its high content of nutrient. You can buy this around PJ old town or Old klang areas. (*look for a portable seller or Chinese shops)

Price within 25-30 MYR per bottle.

Parachute coconut oil is easily available at Indian groceries shops.

Price within 2-3 MYR per small bottle.

 

 

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  1. Mix the turmeric and cooling powder in a small bowl.
  2. Pour drops of water until you get a paste. Make sure it’s not too watery. If yes, add extra turmeric or cooling powder to make a balance.
  3. Finally, add drops of honey and/or coconut oil and mix it well.

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How to Apply

Make sure you have cleaned and removed your make ups. Apply the paste slowly steps by steps unto to your wet face. Avoid putting surrounding your eyes and mouth areas. Leave it or take a nap for 15 minutes. The paste soothes the muscles and promotes sleep. Trust me, you will be feeling better after taking this 15 minutes nap. Then, wash it off. Pat your skin with towel and enjoy your revitalised skin.

Reminder: Please do not leave more than 15-20 minutes especially once it’s dried. The dried paste cracks and creates wrinkles.

Have you tested? How does it feel? Let me know in the comment. I would like to share your joy!

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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Journal, Personal

The Strange Act – The Girl – The Reality Behind The Scene

[This is a delayed post that worth telling]

It’s was a great Saturday morning. It was my first weekend for 2018.

I have decided to go to the nursery located at the end of the housing area at PJ #Oldtown. Then, I saw this new restaurant called “Nasi Kandar Kari Kepala Ikan” right opposite the nursery. Since, I’m feeling so thirsty, I have decided to have “tea o ice” before heading to my office to do some printing works.

So, here I am having my drink and getting entertained by Insta stories. Then, I saw this malay girls; one without scarf (Girl A) and the other one is with scarf (Girl B) sitting at the right-hand side of my table having their nasi kandar.

Somehow, I felt strange about this Girl A. While she is enjoying her meal; the strain of the curry powder was all over her mouth and she doesn’t seem to be bothered. It’s kind of weird behaviour for a cute pretty bubbly girl like her. Then, my curiosity kicks in and I have started to observe her.

She is wearing a simple but not so clean t-shirt with deep ocean blue straight cut jeans. Her bun looks little messy and not tied properly. She carries that “just woke up” look. And of course, she doesn’t seem to be bothered.

While observing her, an Indian man whom sits beside her table was offering a drink to her and she refused to it with no eye contact. Then, she stand up and did little talking to a Malay guy whom shared the same table with the Indian man.

I thought the men were strangers to the girls. There were no communications or body language between them. Again, strange.

Back to the story, there were not much conversation is happening between the girls and the men.

My instinct kicks in. I couldn’t clearly tell what it was. But, I knew something strange is happening.

They were walking to their car. Now, I can guess it clearly. The girls are properly come from Malay village and they could be between 15-16 years old. These are young teenage girls.

While walking, the girls are whispering to each other. The Girl A showed her fear and helpless face to the other. Her wrinkles said that she is fear of something (the unknown).

On the other hand, the men are seen happy. They had their hand on each others’ shoulder.

Here I am still observing …..

It’s a taxi. They are getting into a taxi. While the Malay man and Girl B taking the back seat, the Indian man and Girl A taking the front seat. *Strange

Before I can digest the happening, they have fled the scene. One thing is sure; my instinct is telling there is something not right here. The innocent Girl A could be a victim; being traded for a service.

But, it’s too late to react. I could have done something, at least should have jotted the plate number. I’m feeling guilty for the whole day.

Life is so unfair to some. I hope, I was wrong about the whole scene.

Dear GOD, please give back her teenage life.

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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Inspiration, Journal, Personal

#HappyNewYear2018

It’s been 23 hours, 2017 is long gone becoming a past.

It’s time to move on and forget anything that happened in 2017. You are given another opportunity to create a new life.

This is another reminder for me to constantly bug myself to let go, to move on, to change and to work on my life.

1st January is super fast to remember what we have done. The future holds another 364 days to paint your life.

Grab your colours and be ready to paint new art of your life to be achieve on 2019.

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

P.s. It’s so scary to quote 2019. If you know what I mean.

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka