Life's Remains....

I'm compulsive liar. That's the truth... hahaha. Anyway, I do lie. But, most of the times I lie because I am just too lazy to explain if I were to tell the truth. For instance, someone invited me for break fast at a hotel somewhere. I will always try to avoid breaking fast outside because I will miss tarawikh. So, I just tell the non muslim friend, who graciously and thoughtfully invited me to a fancy hotel, that I have to pick up my daughter from tuition. There are no tuition at night during Ramadhan.... But, if I told him honestly that I don't want to go because I don't want to miss tarawikh, he will ask me what tarawikh is. And, I have to explain.... which I don't really feel like doing. He accepted my lie and said... ok we'll do lunch then after Raya. It solved the problem and no one got hurt.... As long as nobody tells him that there are no tuition at night during Ramadhan... Which probably will hurt his feelings.... but, the probability of that is so rem

I have been feeling a little giddy when I get up after sitting for sometime. Yesterday was the worst. I almost blacked out, when I got up to solat sunat after Isya'. Luckily the guy next to me was an old friend from the days when I did my practical at KPMG. He did not notice my giddiness, but he was glad to see me that he patted me on my back, and that sort of revived me. Before Ramadhan, my blood pressure was 150/90 (sometimes 150/100). Today, even right after I broke my fast, my BP was 121/83.... an unexciting normal in the BP table that comes with the battery operated BP monitor. I am on Cozaar... BP pills that are kidney friendly. I decided not to take them right after break fast, but instead I'll take them after terawikh. That's what I did today and, thank God, less giddiness.... But, I wonder if it's due to the pills or fasting that lowered my BP. Maybe, I should stop taking the pill for a few days...... but my Nephrologist said not to stop... to continue, indef

My mother-in-law has a habit of stating the obvious. Like she would ask me what day it is, and I say it's Monday, and she would immediately riposte "so tomorrow is Tuesday, then.." or She might ask me, as I was reclining on the sofa watching a football match, who are playing? And I say, Selangor versus Pahang... Then, she'll ask which one is Selangor. And, I would answer, those guys in red. Then, she'll say, so those in yellow are Pahang? Maybe it is how she was brought up. Maybe, she is dogmatic. The world is out to take something from her, one of her possessions. There are thieves amongst us.... trust no one... take nothing for granted... check your facts. It is something quite amusing in the first few years of my married life and while she was living in Singapore and me and Sapiah are living in Subang Jaya. But when we lived under the same roof, it started to get to me. She would ask something, and I would answer then she will retort the obvious. Then, today I

After a gruelling weekend of studying and sitting for my Organizational Behavior test (in which I made a major blunder), I sat down in front of the TV last night and watch a bunch of women play golf. I used to play golf, many moons ago, but after earning the nickname of "Ayam Nando's" I quit. It was getting too expensive and the four hours spent on the greens (not including the "makan" later as the day's game is being scrutinised) was too much for me. But, watching those professional ladies, and I watched because the some of them are kind a cute, I realised that life is a lot like golf. At least my life is. I go through life forever trying to get to my destination in the shortest time and with the littlest effort possible. I have always been wanting to get a birdie or an eagle, but more often than not, I ended up double bogeying, on the good days, and double parred on normal days. Forget about the bad days.... Life challenges you, I realised, in a passive wa