My Snow Angels

Yesterday I was sad, so I decided to take my two angels out. First stop was to the hair dresser to have both their hair trimmed. Next was chocolate shopping for Xmas followed by lunch. We also went for some window shopping before stopping to get me a new boot, sadly the warm comfortable Ugg that I got from Down Under could not take the amount of snow walking here.

Later in the evening we waited for hubby to meet us for a movie, we watched “You will meet a tall dark stranger”. It was a very light hearted movie, of course I went because of Antony Hopkins, but we were laughing so much that after leaving the moving and stuffing our faces with oodles of toffee popcorns, I actually forgot why I was sad in the first place.

I guess when you have two of the most wonderful snow angels in your life, nothing could make you sad, even if the whole world is against you, and yeah a husband who gave you nearly everything that you could wish for.

I am grateful for His blessing every seconds of my life.

I Am LAZY

I am being stung by the LAZY bug.

I am officially lazy

Lazy

Lazy, LAZY to the max

Chef Diva walked into my room and said out loud, “Ma, you better buckle up before I send you for therapy”, of course this is when she found me with the TV on engrossed with Wiki leaks, the laptop on with Zuma, and the ipad on with mahjong.

See, this is the reason why I don’t like winter at all, it literally turns me into my stupid mood, or does it?

For now I am singing the lazy tune, come dance with me will you?

I Love Aeroplanes

My obsession with aeroplanes came about when I was given the opportunity to sit in the cockpit of a double decker plane from Bangkok and half an hour before landing in Kuala Lumpur. The experience was priceless, I can only forward my thanks to the station manager then, Mr. M Najib.

After so many years of working I was again given an opportunity to get to know more about aeroplanes up front and close. Yes, indeed it was a dream come true I was sent to attend a course on flight dispatch call, organizing a private jet and refurbishing a new plane into a private jet. At the same time I also got to experience what it feels to be in a simulator of a plane, it was all worth an experience for me.

Jet aviation was one of the big names in aviation and being with them in Zurich, Geneva and Basel was something that I will not be shy to talk about over and over again.

As much as I love aeroplanes and the curiosity that comes with being a passenger in the plane, I simply do not like long hours of travelling. I feel suffocated especially if it takes more than 10 hours of flying.

Someday I hope I could afford to travel in that private jet again. It redefines the meaning of flying………………………… he he he.

Turkish Coffee Please

There are various types of coffee in the market today, so much so that some have been given a branded name for marketing strategy, thus making the cost of a cup of coffee to be unaffordable to me at some fine restaurants.

Coffee was a must for me after food for so many years, till I was advised to stop too much consumption of it by the doctor. It was difficult especially when someone else is brewing the coffee, the aroma was enough for me to go gaga, and I must admit that the doctor’s advice never played too much of a strategic role then.

My all favorite time coffee is the Turkish coffee. I am not that talented in the art of making this coffee, but I just love it, and it does not stop me from ordering this coffee anytime it appears on a menu. I love the intricateness of a class above.

There were many stories that were related to how coffee was first discovered and why it then became a major part of some cultures. Legend has it that an Ethiopian shepherd who noticed how his sheep stayed awake all night after eating wild coffee berries decided to try some of the coffee berries for himself, and he found that the berries had the same effect upon him. Thus, the first use of coffee for an all-nighter started. In its more poetic form, coffee was considered a wine from the berry of the coffee tree. It was first used in ceremonies by the mystic Sufi religions in Yemen. The drink helped the Sufi mystics to stay up late to recite their night prayers.

While in Turkey, coffee has played an important part in the lifestyle of the Turkish people. It was believed that the women of Turkey began at a young age, to learn the art of properly preparing Turkish coffee. This is because potential husbands would judge whether a woman was a good match for marriage, based upon her ability to make coffee.

So, there you go, this is what I consider a character of intricateness. *smile*

I Need Your Help

I need some advice in this entry today, let’s say I am faced with a situation where I am offering help at a hospice, and caring for a non-Muslim person during his/her last moments before his/her demise. To ease the environment of pain and sufferings, we are encouraged to hold their hands, and talk to them.

Facing death is something that no one can tell a story about. I know what I should do if the person that I am caring for was a Muslim, however, if I did the same thing to a non-Muslim, meaning softly whispering the ‘kalimah’ in their ears till they draw their last breath, am I doing justice to them or am I being sinful here. After all, we all believe in one God, though we differ in religion name call.

Dr H., if you read this entry can you please help me out. I am confident that I am not doing anything wrong, as all religions tought us to do good, and by whispering the ‘kalimah’ during their last moments I sincerely believe that I am doing some good.

Please help me out…………………