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my new blog


I've decided to move over to tumblr to continue on blogging.
I think it's simpler and easier to navigate through and it's neat.

ah well.

head up there if you're bored and feels like you want to read on.

see you there! :)

taking a break

hello.

I'll be taking a break from posting anything on my blog.
sort of losing interest in blogging, told ya I've commitment issues and finally, it has taken a toll on my blogging.


But, I do hope that this is not forever. 
:)

À la prochaine. 

Landscapes of A Distant Mother.

 Your smile,

There wasn't one,

You never smiled.

First book down!

Landscapes of A Distant Mother is a biographical book written by Said. It's originally written in German language as Said lived in Munich although he was born in Tehran, Iran.

The book chronicles on life of Said before he met his mother who left him after her divorce with his father, during the meeting with his mother at Toronto, Canada and what happens after the meeting.
Said has been an exile, forced to leave his country due to some political reasons which cause him to never again able to stepped into his birth country and never found the courage or feels the necessity to find his birth mother

It's a simple book, written in simple language but full enough with punch lines that is certain to hit your guts. Reading this book reminds me of Mitch Albom's books with the similarities of using brief, short sentences but able to precisely convey everything and keep the readers captivated until the last page.
 This is a story about a son who never knew who is exactly his mother until that one day where he finally met her after his mother found him and asked for him to come and see her.

I read the book expecting it to ends with good terms, with both Said and his mother feeling contented and finding happiness after being able to see each other after the long separation, but as I was reading it, I realised that this story would never end in happily ever after note.

And as for Said, everything he thought of what a mother could be were proven otherwise after his meeting with her.



Here are a couple of excerpts from the book:

~ 

    ''Mother, you prayed five times, but in the afternoon you only pray three times.''

    Amir breaks in: ''Mama swindles. Even with God.''

   She swears at him loudly, in her own dialect and then in Persian:

    ''My son, you don't joke about things like that.'' 

   She sits down in her armchair:

    ''You're right. I did pray five times, two of them for morning prayer. I cannot get up before sunrise, I'm simply not an early riser. You know, I have my own account with God. He understands me and accepts my morning prayer even in the afternoon. But this godless son of mine who never prays and who drinks alcohol, has to grumble.''

    ''I still say, Mama swindles.'' 

~~

   Perhaps I have become too Westernized, too German; too reflective, too harsh.

   And again, you are too petit bourgeois, too honest, too conformist, too ready to run with the pack, too concerned with material advantages. Too anxious to survive. 

  You have learned too well how to survive. 

  With or without God, Shah, or Khomeini.

~~~

   I stayed outside. I could not find the way in.

   I looked for your landscapes---

   And found that there were no answers there.

  

It's a satisfying read and I could not help but wonder what would be his mother's side of the story after the meeting.

Did she really despise her own son? Does she not feel any connection at all to him? Did she ever smile at the thought of Said? 

Books galore.

 

The other day I happened to be at the Big Bad Wolf book sale and above were the total damage done.

I'm beyond happy.

It's been the longest time since I bought a book, the last time was last year, I think in March or April. 

I used the book vouchers worth of 2 hundred as the books totaled to RM 198. 

I'm hoping to expand my reading genre so I bought a lot of non fictions and also biography books. 

Also bought a couple of books for my nephews, cooking books for my mum and sisters and since my eldest sister is expecting her third child, I wanted to give her a book to comfort a mother to-be, hence the book ' A Cup of Comfort for Mothers' is especially for her. 

My other sister requested for some motivational/inspirational or political books, so I bought a couple of inspirational books like 'How to Save Your Own Life', 'Simplexity' and 'Social Q's'. For political, I couldn't find anything interesting so I bought 'The Bush Tragedy'. 

My book shopping's highlight would be the Paulo Coelho's biography, 'Warrior's Life', Bono's biography, 'Bono on Bono', 'We Are Iran' and 'In the Blink of An Eye'. 

I just finished reading 'Landscape of A Distant Mother', a satisfying read, I would say.

I'm looking forward to read the rest of the books. 

Excited!! 

Alhamdulillah~

'Matahari seakan tak lagi
Menyinari hati sepi ini'

my two boys

Farish has been to schools diligently, and I really wanted to watch him go to school on the morning.
and his brother, Fazril, my singing boy is also going to the kindergarten.

and apparently, he changed to another kindergarten. his brother's old one.
Fazril is the outgoing one out of the two,  so I thought he would have no problem making friends, adapting to the new place etc. and yes, he did not have that problem and that was not he reason he changed to the new one.
Seemingly  the reason is he's afraid of one of the teacher's voice. and he would cry upon listening the teacher's voice. oh wow,  I don't know, maybe she has a very loud booming voice. 
and yesterday, as per my mum, Fazril told them that one of the teacher in his old kindergarten slapped him.
I don't know the whole story so I'm not really sure of what's the actual situation, maybe the teacher did it out of anger or maybe not. BUT, wow, slapping a five year old kid? really now?
Fazril is really, a kid that sometimes could be very naughty and out of control but that's a child nature, I think. you couldn't expect a kid to behave like a Tun.

well, at least now he has changed to a new one and my mum said that he's happy. even looking forward to go to the kindergarten different with the old one where he only went a couple of days per week.
I guess, no pain no gain applies in this situation.

I pray for the best for both of my dearie boys. it's a tough world out there even in schooling environment and I hope their goodness prevail and turn out to be a good human being.




p/s: I want to go home so badly. I want to eat my mum's chicken rice, home-cooked meal. :(

telur.

nasi putih+tomyam+telur dadar (b)


'kak, neslo ais bungkus satu'

'dik, telur dadar abis'

'hah, um, nescafe ais la'

'dik, telur dadar abis la'

......................................

'oohh, um cancel la telur tu'

'ok, telur tak mau..neslo ais bungkus ye?'

'ye'

'ok, 4.50 dik'

nasi putih+tomyam+telur dadar (b)


akibat seharian berlapar sebab seharian tido.
oh anak dara, perangai apakah?



p/s: macamane telur dadar boleh abis? like, specifically telur dadar? kalau akak tu ckp telur abis ke ok la kot. tapi telur dadar, maknanya telur rebus, telur mata, telur bungkus,telur hancur semua ada la?
tak tanya tadi sebab dah malu kan..

It's sad.

When you try to pick up a conversation with someone you haven’t talked to in a while and used to be close to, but you notice that they don’t make any effort to talk to you and just push you further away to the point where you realize that things have changed and it’d be probably better to let go. People come and go, sadly. Even the ones you thought you’d never lose.



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