Journal

Everyone Is Responsible of Their Own Action

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It’s been while since I last posted. This could be a delayed post but important to say it out loud.

Commenting on the last hype of blaming game over #MacMiller death is sickening.

Everyone is responsible of their own life. The result of life is the consequences of their own thoughts an acts. When something goes wrong; stand up and take the blame. Accusing or holding someone for it so not right.

This is nothing to do with his ex-girlfriend #AriadeGrande. She is working hard to fix her own life and leave her alone. I have wrote about past love here if you want to read. You wouldn’t know how she’ll be feeling right now. Losing someone she loved whole-hearted for past two years and carrying the baseless blame is huge to carry on.

I know it’s hard to keep the emotional stability especially when you are going through the hard time like breakups. The truth is this became even harder with people like you who sits at your comfortable coach and play the blaming game wherein you have no clue about the real shit.

All that aside, 26 is way young age to go too soon. May his soul rest in peace.

RIP #MacMiller

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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Journal

Happy Birthday Mom!!!

It’s my mom’s 70th birthday today 19072018. The only person I have the utmost respect and the most sacred off in this world.

I’m not raised by a parent, by a man but a woman, a mother.

This video is the true reflection of a mother and her scarifications. It’s so painful to watch this.

http://life.bldaily.com/animal/p-511095.html

Recently, I also come across a video posted on Facebook where a mother is abandoned by her own daughter at the street. The daughter has driven her mother to Klana Jaya and dropped her at the street.

Watching the statement given the poor mother is so painful. The video made me into tears nonstop for 15 minutes. Imagine the pain one had to go through to be abandoned by own daughter. I just couldn’t take it.

If you can’t afford to take care of them, please do not abandon them into the street. Send them to foster home. For God sake, she has raised you.

How can you even think of doing such an evil thing to them? This is insane.

All the innocent babies and elder people are deserve a better life than this.

The world is getting sickening; the humans are going crazy. Animals are better than them and it so obvious.

I wish my mother many more happy years she deserved. Thank you GOD.

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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Journal

Count Your Experience; Embrace the Past

This writing is inspired by a Facebook post by a guy (Mr A) who seeks revenge on a girl (Ms B) for leaving his best friend.

Basically, the Mr A is not happy with Ms B as she had left his best friend for another man because she thinks that she can live better life with this new man.

What Mr A is not so happy is that his best friend had spent seven years of his life supporting Ms B for her success in the entertainment industry. Mr A is so angry that his best friend life is gone wasted by Ms B.

My dear friend, let me tell you something . . .

It is not about the time, money, efforts and life that one spent for someone that matters; if the person doesn’t belong there, he/she simply doesn’t belong there. It’s that SIMPLE.

I have read people get divorced on their 70’s or even 90’s. A common person like us will wonder whether it’s really necessary to get divorce at this age. Does it actually benefit?

Believe me, it does. It does matter. This is necessary to feel the sense of freedom and letting go of that pain that you have hold on for so long, so that you can die peacefully.

The years one had spent are not wasted but I’m assured that you would have found out 101 ways why it isn’t working. At least you know that you have tried your best on those years. You would have explored your personality finding out your weakness and strength. Probably, by now you have known areas that you can and can’t tolerate in the relationship.

So, let’s not count the years but the lessons you have learnt on those years. Take a deep breath and think back. Those years surely would have taught you valuable lessons.

You have given years of opportunities to explore who you are. If someone didn’t click well together, they are simply didn’t belong there. You may do not know why but eventually you’ll find out one day.

I’m not saying this because I wanted to say something. I have had an exact experience of the same.

I have read real cruel stories where a father house arrested, tortured and raped his biological daughter for 19 years and together they have two babies whom have been raised hidden underground. Imagine the pain Inflicted here. When the daughter is finally managed to escaped from this cruelty, she embraced the Childs with full of love and started a new life at the age of 30+. You can read the self written biography “A stolen life” by the daughter here.

Always. . . always learn to look forward instead of looking backwards. What makes you who you are now is what you were back then. Learn to embrace your pasts.

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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Journal

#HappyFathersDay to a Man

Happy Fathers Day

“Father” is a man.

A man who works hard to give the best to a family.

A man who do not know how to show tears.

A man who hide everything inside his heart.

A Man who seeks money only for his family.

A man who make distance as a close friend.

A man who hold a cigarette to release the untold pain and boredom.

A man that hold a family together.

A man who is everything for a family.

A family without a responsible man is a mess.

Ask me why?

Because, I know better than you.

Once I have told my friend that her father is a great man even though he had three wives because he holds full responsibility to all his wives and children.

A man who has no responsibility doesn’t deserve to be call as a “Man”.

To all the responsible man out there, #HappyFathersDay

tatta, (bubbye)

#tamaka

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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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Inspiration, Journal

Welcome to #NewMalaysia 10 MAY 2018

Let me record this historical moment. The waiting is over. The sleepless night is over. It’s official now.

Heartiest welcome to our new prime minister Tun Dr. #Mahathir Mohamad of #Malaysia. He made it by becoming the oldest prime minister in the world.

Even before the swearing he is already bringing the world’s attention on Malaysia.

The people have spoken. The mandate is given. Feeling proud to be one of the person who had brought the change.

Feeling gracious to be part of this and witnessing every moments.

I love you Malaysia 🇲🇾 and forever I will.

#GE14 #PRU14 #Election #PakatanHarapan #PH

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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