It's been 20 years!

Today, 20 years ago, I lost my Bapak. Forever.
Sudah tersirat. It was not meant to be that he didn't get the chance to see any of his sons got married. One thing for sure, if Bapak is still alive...

• Safia would forever be his sweetheart,
• Soraya would be his sweetest angel,
• Sabrina would be his beloved joy
• Adam would be his handsome buddy
• Alia would be his beautiful princess
• Asma would be his adorable confidante
• Arissa would be his pretty honey
• Azam would be his cute little sidekick
• And Azizah would be his greatest pleasure

Anyway, to me Bapak will always be the best. This one is for you Bapak...

First-Class Father
Dad, I'm blessed to be your son

I knew it from the start.You're a first-class father;

You're loving, kind, and smart.
You've showed me how to be a good human

You helped me, guided me, along the way.

You're strong, and yet you're gentle, too.

I hope I'm just like you, someday!

Al-Fatihah, Mior Md Isa Bin Haji Mior Mahmud!

Signing Off!

Today, I signed out off the office for good. At 6.30pm I surrendered all the smart card, notebook, insurance card and other work-related stuff. Then I went around the office.... shaking hands with friends and colleagues (suddenly everybody seems to be nice). And I felt sedih a bit.
Thanks Virtual Malaysia. Take Care, everyone!

Moving On.....

1. Come March 1st..... I'll be leaving this building.......

.... for this one

Bapak: Well, people say that the sky is not always blue and the grass not necessarily greener on the other side. But from the look of the pix.... hmm I'm pretty excited. InsyaAllah!

2. In the meantime, I would like to share an email, which apparently has been making its round in the cyberspace.... read on and tell me what do you think?

Ada jugak makhluk mcm nih.....sian baby dia...

Ini adalah sketsa keluarga seperti yang dilaporkan oleh wife aku tadi. Berlaku hari ini (1 Feb 2008). Masa rehat Jumaat tadi, wife aku pegiShah Alam Mall. Setelah lunch kat situ dengan member dia, depa berjalan menuju ke car park. Car park yang mengadap DEMC tu..Kelihatan lebih kurang 50 orang manusia sedang mengerumuni sebuah BMW.

Kelihatan di sebelah BMW seorang perempuan sedang menangis...alahai kesiannya...Wife aku mendekati kumpulan orang ramai dan mendapati ada seorangbudak lelaki berumur 1 tahun sedang menangis meronta-ronta dalam carseat kat belakang (dalam BMW tu).

Perempuan yang menangis di tepi kereta adalah mak budak tu. Depa lakibini terkunci anak dalam kereta rupanya ...Terdengar orang sekeliling sedang memarahi perempuan tu...

Pompuan A:umpil aje la pintu kereta ni

Mak Budak tu:tak boleh ...(sambil menangis)... nanti suami saya on the way balik ambil kunci spare...

Pompuan C: Isk tengok tu, sengsaranya baby tu menangis, u sanggup biar anak u mati ke?

Mak budak tu:(sambil menangis)... nanti suami saya marah...

Pakcik B:isk kalau saya punya anak, kalau tertinggal kunci, saya tak kan patah balik rumah, saya pecahkan aje cermin kereta ni...

Pakcik C:"Mana bapaknya???"

Mak Budak tu:"Dia balik Meru ambil kunci"

Semua orang:"Apa! Meru!!!"

Suasana menjadi kelam kabut sebab orang ramai menjerit-jerit memaksa untuk pecahkan cermin kereta tu. suasana gamat macam perhimpunan haram...

Tapi mak budak tu tak berani buat keputusan. Dia asyik kata..."saya takut suami saya marah" "Tunggu suami saya datang"...

Tetiba ade sorang akak tampil dan jerit: pegi ambil kapak, pecahkan cermin kereta ni...biar saya yang jawab dengan suami awak. Awak tak sayang nyawa anak ke?

Sambil beberapa orang pergi mencari tools utk pecahkan cermin keta,beberapa orang pengawal keselamatan sibuk ambil beberapa baldi air dan menyiram kereta BMW tu kerana kasihankan anak yang sedang kepanasan dan kelemasan dalam kereta tu...

Seorang mekanik Cina dari bengkel berdekatan dipanggil untuk umpil pintu. Cina mekanik memberi komen " aiya ini keleta tak boleh umpil, kena kasik picah cermin juga baru boleh masuk!"

Tak lama kemudian seorang mamat tiba dengan kapak keselamatan, maka dikapak cermin tepi sebelah pemandu...praannng. ...!!!! Selesai masalah...Tak lama selepas itu baby tersebut berjaya dikeluarkan. ..kesian babytu..berpeluh- peluh dengan kulit pun pucat dah naik biru....

Seorang lagi lelaki menjerit "biar saya periksa dia.... saya doktor".Si doktor mendukung bayi dan bergegas ke DEMC untuk memeriksa bayi tu...Sehingga bayi tersebut dibawa ke DEMC...bapak dia masih tak muncul-muncul ...ye la Meru tu kan jauh.... mungkin bapak dia singgah makan sate kambing dulu...

P/S:Untuk makluman pasangan tersebut adalah pasangan Melayu. Ye betul..orang Melayu Islam yang diwar-warkan penuh budaya ketimuran, lebih compassionate berbanding orang KAFIR. Kononnya lebih mulia daripada bangsa-bangsa lain yang tak Islam.Syabas Malaysia Boleh! Syabas Islam Hadhari!

Bapak: What the $%#@#%%%!!!!!! Apparently, the day it happened, several people called Radio ERA relating the incident. Real Mangkuk - that parents, I mean.

Fever!!!!

Dear Mr Blog,

Please forgive me for not being able to update my entry more regularly. It was rather unfortunate really as I was down with a rather severe case of a head cold (the doctor said it was flu. Ada different ke?) combined with a delirious fever since last Tuesday. I hate it when I fall sick. Because I am a bad sick person. I whine endlessly. And I get on everybody’s nerves especially the lady of my heart. But I can’t help it. It has always been like that since I was small.
So I spent practically the whole of last week in bed, nursing my ruthless headache. I tried to go to work on Thursday, but it only made my fever worse and I was again down until yesterday, Sunday. It was boring, I tell you. It was either watching Astro, surfing the Net (damn difficult considering that my brain wasn't working properly) or reading.
However, I managed to do all of the above sporadically. And I would like to note that due to lack of reading materials available at hand, I finished off my daughters’ Meg Cabot’s Princess Diaries number 5 and 6 in a day. Now I’m on the seventh book. Oh My God!
Anyway, I was still feeling crappy this morning when I went back to the office (definitely due to Monday blues plus the cold that refuse to just go away).
I walked up to my desk and there was a fax invitation on my keyboard staring at me.
The invitation was from a Dewan Perniagaan Melayu Malaysia (Malays Chambers of Commerce, I presume) inviting me to attend a perhimpunan this coming Thursday at the Putrajaya Convention Centre. It also stated (in bold somemore):

Tujuan: Untuk Menyatakan Sokongan Kepada Perdana Menteri YAB Datuk Seri Abdullah Badawi.

Aaaargh! Now, I’m sick again! Plus Hypertension! Aaaaarghhhh!Aaaarghhh!!!!!

Yours Sincerely,
Bapak Yang Sakit Balik!
(P.S: Went to see the doctor again, he gave me another day's medical leave -- but not for today but rather on Thursday!!!)

And let the show begins..!!

Aaaah! Finally.....

"Parlimen Dibubarkan!!"

For some reason, I'm excited. The comics are coming out. It will be quite a show, I believe.
My only wish...if only the majority of rakyat biasa exercise some form of restrain while accepting all the janjis (and not to fall totally on what the RTMs are showing) and adopt a little bit of intelligence bila memangkah undi. Then it will really be an amazing show.

Selamat Berkempen All!

A Brother Like That!

I found this amazingly beautiful story while surfing the Web. And I'm dedicating this to my two brothers - Mior Azli and Mior Azmi. And yes, I wish to be a brother just like that!

Shuaib received an automobile from his brother as an Eid present. On Eid day when Shuaib came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it.
"Is this your car, Uncle?" he asked. Shuaib nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Eid."
The boy was astounded.
"You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish..." He hesitated.
Of course Shuaib knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Shuaib all the way down to his heels.
"I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that." Shuaib looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?" "Oh yes, I'd love that."
After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Uncle, would you mind driving in front of my house?"
Shuaib smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Shuaib was wrong again.
"Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Shuaib heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little disabled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car.
"There just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Eid and it didn't cost him a penny. And some day I'm gonna give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Shop windows that I've been trying to tell you about."
Shuaib got out and lifted the boy to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride.
That Eid, Shuaib learned what the RasulAllah (salAllahu alayhi wasalam) meant when he had said: "love for your brother what you love for yourself".