M.A.S. Stroke Foundation

My 31 year old daughter supervises her 4 younger and not yet married siblings in taking care of their father.

The 2 older ones have their own families to attend to, and can only check on their baba during weekends.

The repeated favourite questions posed, and then immediately affirmed by the concerned party itself are, "He's married right?" "I thought he has a young wife". "Isn't she looking after him?"

In reply, I said that my children has told me he's not.
An unconvinced expression with eyebrows raised usually stares back.

There is no young wife helping to personally nurse him.
I do get exhausted in explaining whatever little I know.

My highly devoted children tends to him despite their busy schedules.
They have now become incidental trained carers to a helpless stroke patient.

My young neighbour went to see a childhood school friend who passed away on Sunday.
A third stroke landed his pitiful friend into a coma, and that was the end.
Apparently his arwah friend was already well before that.

A stroke can strike anyone at any age and at any time.
Everybody has to be cautious of their blood pressure and overall health.

p.s.
Can anybody find me the names of all the current MPs with their relevant contact numbers?
I would like to try and set up a stroke foundation under the name of MP Raub.
If you know of any MP regardless BN or PH, his/her handphone number, please leave the info in my comment box.
I will get in touch with them on this idea.

Inspired by the Michael J Fox Foundation for Parkinson's, I hope this heartfelt stroke foundation can be formed very soon.
Along with your kind support and whatever way of assisting, M.A.S. Stroke Foundation may turn out to be a formidable, non political stroke foundation.
Thank you so much.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3sO6ksrlWak

Timeless Memories

I managed to go and see Arwah Dr Kamal's mum a few days back.
Alhamdulillah a truly blessed and healthy 83 year old Opah with 17 beloved grandchildren.
A number of them have gotten married too.

Coincidentally, Arwah Dr Kamal's wife was also around.
She and her MIL had just came back.
Aunty K goes for her routine medical check up every 6 months.

A most gracious lady whom I have never had the pleasure of being acquainted with until then.
Such a striking resemblance of her arwah hubby.
The sincere warmth, signature smile and natural humbleness was frankly similar.

She had to reluctantly leave after lunch as the pest control guy was on his way to her house.

Banun and I had the pleasant company of Aunty K's 93 year old and 70 year old sisters too.
It was later raining heavily outside and so my excuse to overstay came in handy.
Banun waited so patiently for me, and replied extremely politely only when the elders inquired.

Earlier, I was welling in tears down memory steps when a maid confirmed Aunty K was at home.
What I wanted to desperately reflect, and be refreshed with, did manage to come closer.

The wondrous, heavenly journey Aunty K travelled was clearly evident from the countless display of beautiful family frames on the walls, photos covering every inch of table cabinet space, and from every nostalgic decor that filled the various glass cupboards.
Each memorable piece had a jeweled story to cherish.

Even the salted egg jars which my arwah mak regularly presented to Aunty K, were happily utilized and tucked among her luscious array of those old fashioned ferns and household plants at the porch.

Every nook and corner inside the home, and her neat, simple garden encircling the sweet loving abode, all described the evergreen, bountiful treasure of blissful happiness endowed upon a very dear family neighbour my arwah mak first had the great honour of meeting about 45 years ago.

p.s.
Arwah Dr Ahmad Kamal Hj Mohd wholeheartedly worked in GH for 16 years.
After that, SJMC invited him over.
Apparently, he did not even apply.

His mom recalled  it was done especially more in response to the noble request of his arwah babah.
"You use the people's money to study, you serve the people first!"
And so he obediently bowed in thanks, with full dedication and strong compassion.

Tapping Maids From Our Local Wanita

Our Malaysian ones are said to be very demanding.
But so are the foreign ones now.

The jobs of maids are considered degrading.
It is time for our Malaysian society to discard such an attitude.

Agencies supplying only local maids must mushroom quickly.
Potential employer and employees must be matched.
The government must seriously intervene and assist.

Many can earn well, while the desperation of quitting jobs and suffering stress may greatly be reduced.
There is a ray of hope for everybody who cannot afford the highly exorbitant fees of hiring Indon maids.

http://says.com/my/news/do-indonesian-maids-deserve-a-pay-raise

The Lost Treasure

Remembering the unforgettable, especially all the many silly stupid blunders.
Countless, and many more buried and not recalled until something makes them breeze gently back in.

People who journeyed alongside or crossed our paths on this planet, and whether we did reciprocate appropriately.

Our dearly beloved parents who have long gone, and others who twinkle our hearts, and come fleeting onto our memory lane after they are no more around.

However, the undeniably priceless lives still encircling our breathing moments, can lessen those lost treasures that we regretfully took for granted.

https://www.cancer.org.my/dr-ahmad-kamal-mohamed-1958-2016/

Al Fatihah for Allahyarham Ahmad Kamal Bin Kamaliah
May Allah Bless his soul amongst the pious, and Grant him HIS Mercy. Aamiin
A same age neighbour, whom I marveled during my childhood days..found out only this year that he had passed away..brilliant academically, and never missed his Friday prayers. 
His family was extremely humble, and kind to my arwah mak and all of us.
Dropped by my 'bidan terjun' wedding, and his last words accompanied with his warm, radiant smile about 37 years ago was 'Congratulations'!

When The Boat Comes

'Friends and relatives' who shun others are very earthly people.
They prefer to cling to those who can serve their desperate purposes, not the already despicable, pariah ones.

Blaming a sick person for his sins towards an immensely favoured PM, his political betrayals, morals, etc and claiming that he is paying his dues is most unkind.

Wise to remain in solitude, then to allow visitors to physically be in sight.
For if they truly wish him well, there are numerous ways where assistance to lighten his agonizing situation can be rendered.

Sincere help and heartfelt care comes in many amazing forms.

We are all in the game of waiting, even though we do not wish for our turn to throw the dice.

No matter how our unimaginable our lives have become in which ever direction, that 'beginning' phase will ultimately arrive.

Until the heartbreaking crucial test surfaces, strive, persevere and never give up even in our lowest ebb.

Some Of The Best Stroke Rehabilitation Hospitals For MP Raub's Speedy Recovery

Godwilling when he recovers, MP Raub can write a bestseller book, and give inspiring talks on stroke recovery.

Aamiin

But first, DAP must rightfully make him easily accessible to the best stroke rehab treatment locally or abroad no matter how bloody expensive the cost may be.

The Raub voters who supported him are surely watching closely.

Their MP had pitifully suffered a sudden stroke.

Or DAP thinks that it is of no important consequence.

That they can still win again in Raub when another candidate steps in.

Naturally, BN will utilise this efffective 'weapon' in the election campaign, and dwell on how DAP treated a Malay DAP MP.

Many Raub Malays will not be motivated to vote for DAP again.

Never underrate this Malay intellect like BN Pahang once did, when they simply discarded him like a useless piece of unwanted rag.

PRU14 is coming in soon.

Regardless of his race, has the current first Malay DAP MP been relentlessly showered with endless generosity and unwavering attention from the predominantly controlled Chinese DAP, on his exasperating quest to good health?

p.s.

Our present TPM made this analogy at a small warong table in Pekan umpteen years ago.

At that time MP Raub was merely the Information Chief for PM's Umno Pekan Division.

Once upon a long time, on stage, DSZH had whacked hard and labeled this 'calun ikut tingkap' 'tak bagi salam' 'duduk luar kawasan' etc etc, while officiating the tense Ketua Pemuda Umno Bahagian Pekan contest when rumours became rife that his opponent, DSN's cousin, was going to lose.

The vote swing was immediately felt, and unforgettably painful.

And so at the end of their casual, hearty conversation, when reminded that he was that calun who got bashed in the notorious ucapan rasmi,

DSZH grinned sheepishly and coyly complemented..

"Benih yang baik kalau campak ke laut jadi pulau".

It nevertheless was construed also as a pacified apology.

Now I remember..It was after a penerangan program at one of the branches. While the others were busy washing up the dishes etc, a few of us had the honour of chatting with DSZH at one of the cleared tables. It was on that occasion he replied he had to drink soap water when he was in ISA detention.Cannot recall who popped the question.

https://rmf7.wordpress.com/2017/10/04/annuar-musa-benih-yang-baik-jika-dibuang-kelaut-menjadi-pulau-itulah-kerajaan-barisan-nasional/

Stroke Bukan Barah Otak!! Janganlah Bodoh Sangat!

A Familiar, Dutiful Bark

From in my bathroom at dawn just now, I heard an excited, confident bark when a vehicle drove by.

True enough from my bedroom window, I later noticed that Happy, Mr Corky Bastard's bitch is back.
It must have been smuggled in late last night.

Away for a few months, I truly missed watching her obedient devotion and happily wagging loyalty.
Hopefully, they will be less harsher, and not send her away anymore.

Mr Corky Bastard can hence worry less about stray cats sneaking into his spick-and-span porch.
No pitiful looking, innocent stray cat need be trapped with helpless kittens saved from being motherless.

DAP is undeniably indebted to their low profile, relatively unknown, only ori Malay MP.
They have never won the Parliamentary seat in Raub until the sweet breakthrough in PRU13.

Had DAP fielded the inherently more charismatic, former DAP Malay vice chairman in Raub, Tunku Abdul Aziz Tunku Ibrahim would have failed.
Otherwise, that historic, shocking Raub victory could have been proudly attained many elections ago.

They did find a suitable Malay intellectual in the form of an undervalued, discarded ex BN Adun to smash the Raub iceberg.

Now that this MP requires specialized medical assistance, DAP should tenaciously help him get back onto his feet at whatever the numerous private treatments may incur.

DAP must also ensure the admin department in Parliament does not apply microscopic hassle on his family members and make them go to and fro, here and there.
Must have this and that signature on the forms, whereas what was handed over was clearly sufficient.

There is at the moment, a desperate search for a well trained traditional 'tukang urut' for him.
The very professional old man in Pulau Manis who was his close friend a long time ago has flatly refused to come.
He gave me a thousand and one of his seemingly valid excuses.

Coincidentally, a Kelantan traditional masseuse said that all stroke patients have to be massaged with kerosene (minyak tanah).
Goodness gracious!

I remembered my arwah mak was so particular.
We used kerosene as cooking fuel during my early childhood days.

The fumes would sometimes touch the food mildly.
She would immediately get rid of  the dish or rice, with our rumbling tummies in despair.

http://www.themalaymailonline.com/malaysia/article/two-more-senior-leaders-to-quit-dap-soon-says-tunku-aziz#sk2KTZB7TU5gfzDT.97

The Forgotten Musketeer

Naturally, he is not ready to grant visitors.
There are still so many 'cannots' tagging his current health.

The stroke have interrupted his arduous political journey.
A miracle if he can be up and about before PRU14.
Not that he is indispensable, an elected MP deserves the best medical attention available.

One who is full of pride and dignity, MPs from both sides of the divide should instead voluntarily rally around on how to assist him with a speedier, successful recovery.
Pull resources and pay for highly recommended private specialists?

I have not been able to get an appointment to see MB Pahang.
For I recall, when the previous Adun Triang (DAP) had prostate cancer many years ago, he was reported to have received a kind sponsorship from Pahang, to undergo special treatment in a reputable Singapore hospital.

Could that have been a baseless rumour?

Leong Ngah Ngah with his YB daughter Adun Triang, Leong Yu Man

I did try to get an appointment to see PM Najib too.
The Raub scars from PRU13 cannot be easily forgiven.
His close bodyguard who was once a good friend, and used to check on such a favour long ago, is now full of animosity.

Unlike 'ketam Cina', 'ketam Melayu' are notoriously vengeful.

Despite being on opposing sides, can't all the MPs unite in helping a fellow MP?
In the spirit of an 'all for one and one for all' Dewan Rakyat, why not display a tiny solidarity?

MP Raub is presently leaning on his entitlement to government hospitals.
Overloaded and understaffed, the predicament of government hospitals are fully understandable.

How's baba? I asked.
The children's unflinching positive tone.."he's okay..better".

Mutton Dish?? Salted Fish??

Never serve a health conscious old couple any goat meat.
High in cholesterol, it is a dangerous menu.
Salted fish?
No Sir!

If Tun M and his wife comes to my house, I'll make asam pedas of some expensive fish.
Not kembong.
Sometimes, kembong makes me itchy.

Wouldn't want to do a Baloo dance.

No prawns or crabs either.
I am totally allergic to them.

http://www.freemalaysiatoday.com/category/nation/2017/09/28/dr-ms-dinner-date-with-mat-sabu-stirs-excitement-among-neighbours/

Serving a VVIP guest can be very easy.
They may love to feast just the simplest meal.
Avoid also serving rich food that they are so used to.

If PM Najib and his wife drops by?
I'll enquire from Datin Seri.
Sometimes it is better to ask.
Maybe she'll say no need to cook..please don't trouble yourself.
Just make coffee and fry ikan bilis fritters or banana cokodok.
Yeay!

Racial Touch Me Not

Reflecting what happened a few days back, I realised how heartbreaking it is when one is profusely called a bangsat.
Being called insane is still tolerable.

Compared to the Chinese especially, they have indeed succeeded in holding the economic power in Malaysia.
The blow inflicted had strike right below the belt.

Thank God we have Malay kampungs.
Less hardcore poor would starve and have roofs over their heads.

Once a Pulau Manis Pekan ex Adun told me..
There was this old blind couple living in one of those dilapidated PPRT houses.
Their windows were literally open that even an owl perches frequently at night.
And when it rains, everything inside would get soaked.

The Chinese people in Malaysia are amazingly in control of the economy.
Without a doubt, most of them are financially well off.

When I was referred to as a bangsat and I replied "you bangsat balik!", Mr Corky Bastard thought the 'balik' word was an insinuation for him to go back to China!

Why on earth should any Chinese be so sensitive and be scared that they have to go back to China?
This powerful race already 'own' Malaysia, even before Communist China's recent billion dollar investments.

With super China gobbling up massive national assets, Malaysia will ultimately have a Chinese PM.
The political power will fall into their tight grip sooner or later.
Sounds grim, but we Malays must not continue to live in denial.

For us ordinary, 'who are you?' kind of Malays, kowtowing for sympathy from current top notch Malay leaders for business recommendations and assistance is practically zero.
We can go and fly kite!

Strategically placed to help many subservient, meek Malay people do businesses, these elite leaders are practically forever 'busy' to consider lending their mighty ears.

What more if a Chinese Premier comes into power?
They want to prioritise their race first of course.
That's natural.
Who can blame them?

Hopefully, today's widening gap between the successful Malays and that of the Chinese, would significantly be eliminated.
Otherwise, the floodgates of 'Melayu bangsat' will never be dismantled.

Launderette Woes

Please do not place oily pork stained clothes into the washer.
In reference to the recent pathetic term labeled on me, many ordinary Malays are 'bangsat'.
We cannot afford washing machines at home.
Many of us have frankly no other choice.

Mine broke down so many times, and cost me to the point that I could have bought a new one, hence for a few years now, I have unashamedly, humbly resorted to do my laundry at the launderette.

Towels used to bathe pet dogs should never be washed at the launderette.
Please everybody, do not dump dirty door mats too.

All Malaysian rakyat regardless of race or religion must be courteous and civilized to each other.
Responsibly upholding the cleanliness and hygenic status of any designated launderette should prevail always.

Welcome to dirty, smelly clothes, so long as they do not abuse the considerate laws stipulated, nor pose any form of religious inconvenience to others.

p.s.
Those who need not use the launderette services must understand the worry and anxiety faced. 
If a launderette wants to cater solely to Muslims, surely there are many other launderettes that are open to all?

Whoever created the viral, and then secured HRH's extreme royal displeasure, may have done an injustice.

Touche!

Planting Easy Health

The original curry leaves are smaller with a powerful, herbal perfume.
Plucked a few just now and it's incredibly true.
Absolutely different from those we buy at the grocers.

Like the smell of roses and other scented flowers, having a tiny pot of this plant may not be only used for our curry cooking, but to freshen our polluted, breathing air.

Selasih (Basil) is another favourite household plant.

http://www.care2.com/greenliving/are-basil-seeds-a-new-superfood.html

Limau Perut/Kaffir lime

A Blessing In Disguise

Assuming it is a Melayu owned company, these group of young Malay chaps installing some expensive, advanced looking system are unaware that because of a poor stray cat sent away yesterday, the rich Chinese couple have hired them.

The horrible verbal abuse and the ruckus about me minding my own business because I am just a house tenant and not a resident committee member led to their "durian runtuh".

The installation and wiring at Mr Corky Bastard's porch area has been going on for around three perspiring hours now, and is currently ongoing.

The exterior wires connected are travelling round the house from bottom to top like a highly defensive fort.
Wonder whether their surveillance camera will record us opposite neighbour having dinner with loved ones, or while hosing the front cement.

Then I 'll make sure my elephant size butt is always at the correct angle when I'm outside.
A bonus if the farting symphony can play at the same time!

I tackled other chores first to give them time.
However, my hand washed clothes needed the bright sun.

I have just finished rinsing and squeezing my clothes outside avoiding my best not to look in their bustling direction, in case they accuse me of spying and being a busybody.

It was the unfortunate sacrifice of a pitiful stray feline that led them to accidentally get the highly profitable contract.

Arriving in an impressive maroon Range Rover, their business must be very encouraging.
Good for them in winning the lucrative job.

Called me a senile, bangsat/pauper and an insane old woman with all kinds of profanities.
Bangsat was his favourite word countless of times.

Apparently, he is known for being quarrelsome.

At the end of the day, these 'Melayu bangsat' guys have come to install a high tech sensor, security system to deter stray cats and intruders etc to 'protect' them.
But all these high class security because of a stray..maybe they have other enemies.

Just don't harm the stray cats is all that matters.
Exaggerating about innocent animals to MPPJ?
How many pairs of shoes were urinated upon?

Obviously, they are also boasting to me that they have a lot of money to flaunt.
If only they had thought of doing so before getting rid of the innocent, stray mommy cat.

My Chinese friend and her hubby plan to drop a letter reminding them that we are watching them against animal abuse.
We are very concerned and upset despite our busy lives.
Mr Corky Bastard and his bitchy mouthed wife better behave themselves.

They Snap A Photo Of My House Address And Plate Number - Ignore Times Up !

As I was about to move the garbage out this morning, I saw what I feared.
The weird Chinese couple were bundling an innocent, struggling cat placed in a cage onto their open boot.

Cat hater's truck is something like this google image

And I looked at their direction while placing the rubbish bags outside.

His wife glared angrily and immediately used the word 'orang gila'/mad person.

What other words she fired became incoherent to me.

I asked with a load of panic.

"Do you have a cat in your bonnet?"

What are you all doing?

Can't remember what she spewed out.

She called out for her hubby who came out angrily from the front seat and yelled.

"What's your problem?!"

Nasty words were hurled.

I said they cannot abuse animals.

Told him it's 100k or 6 months jail.

Even if it's 20,000 he proudly declared he can pay.

He is now purposely baiting stray cats to come in.
How many sorry strays does he plan to trap?

The war of words began across with me unable to match his thunderous, hurtful remarks.

Probably my upset pitch was a bit stronger than his missus.

Bangsat/ pauper was continuously rubbed on me.
I am fully aware I am not at all rich.

Nyanyuk/senile, mad and God knows what.

Sewa rumah/renting i.e. not a house owner..God knows what else.

I had to swallow the frustration of being a low Malay fighting with a prosperous, Chinese couple..they have a lovely house with two expensive cars etc
What's the connection with not owning the house I'm staying in?
So Melayu bangsat is it?

When I call him "you bangsat balik", he took the liberty of accusing me of being a racist, and telling him to go back to China.
Even called me a DAP!

And so was the most unexpected, stressful commotion.

He welcomed me calling the police.
When the patrol car did not arrive quickly, he sarcastically asked whether they are coming from Bukit Aman.

He rushed later to the Malay policeman to show his letter of report to MPPJ.

That he has a right to capture any cat within his compound and send it off to MPPJ.
How he gave me a teasing glee from his gate when he won his case.

And so if you pass by this cat hater's house at 5/3 Sepah Puteri, Kota Damansara, you will see an animal trap cage at his front porch.

resembles like this

However, when they plonked the cat in the open boot, it was already transferred into a normal cage.

Did MPPJ provide them with the trap and cage or did they opt to buy them, and take matters into their own hands?

In the ensuing spat, he warned me that my regular stray cat would be handled the same if it goes into his compound.

The stray mommy cat that was caught was a regular passer by from down the road.

Probably she was hungry and searching for some food.

If she had kits, they will surely wonder why she didn't come home today..or ever.

I got a quick glance of her when the policeman wanted to take a look.

Mr Corky Bastard shouted at me not to enter his garage.

As though..I didn't even think of doing so.

I was merely standing in front of his gate curious which was the unlucky feline.

Am so disheartened I didn't manage to let her go free.

Yeah..I know her.

I have seen her plying down the road a few times and snoozing under a car.

She may not be the one who peed on his shoes, and she may possibly have an owner.

Nevertheless, he insisted it was a nuisance stray.

...but with more shades of grey and white

A few weeks ago, a friend's stray male cat was severely bashed.

Not everybody's wandering cat has a collar.

Heartless people will ultimately get their karma.

p.s.

He placed a huge no parking sign by the side of his plants in front all this while.

The road is not his, unless he has paid MPPJ for the space.

Has he?
http://mamasita-mamamia.blogspot.my/2017/09/ever-ready-to-wallop-mr-corky-bastard.html

Towkaay Soh

Next week her fantastic Penang food restaurant will undergo a week's renovation.
Then she is off for a 10 day vacation to Thailand.

Still postponing her enthusiastic invitation for a brain boggling conversation, I'm nervously flattered that she has a high regard for my inexcusable, limited intellect.

She said that the mall has so many new food outlets that her business is slow.
Excited in exchanging ideas with me about other money making ventures?

Reaping bountiful, crunching success has been my new found friend's dedicated joy for the last 10 years.
She part times too in a very expensive, but profitable direct selling health product.

We got along instantly some months ago by chance when I was feasting on her fried Penang kueyteow, while waiting for my daughter at the New Wing in 1Utama TTDI.

Recently, she humbly contacted me.
Doubtful if I ever dare emulate her amazing tenacity, my wall of fear should be sledgehammered.

Her healthy confidence, easy going nature and sitting unassumingly among the tables with a simple group of friends will never make anyone suspect that the owner herself is mingling naturally among her patrons.

She must swiftly inspire me..for her ideas and making them come alive has brought me to wonder if I can soon perform the same magic.

I Do..

She is coyly untying her sceptical knot on marriage.

Nope. Not the twice divorced mum who has a macho, devoted looking BF, but her slender, sexy eldest daughter.

Our very thoughtful, young mechanic who is her younger brother, invited us over when he dropped by his mother's place next door to check on the arrival of the canopy set.

Contented in a romantic, serious relationship for many years, the persistent pressure from loving family members and eager, close relatives have made her surrendered cheerfully.

Like a stubborn log with her two younger brothers having to skate across her and getting hitched first, she was at last dislodged, and is hours from rolling into their club of matrimonial bliss.

Another three more sisters to follow suit?

They are all still studying.

Till then, the tightly-knit clan can sit back and relax.

For now, the celebrated 'repair' has been successfully accomplished with much relief and happiness.

Memorable Stars

Dwelling moments that will echo into future past reflections can be so routine and forgettable, until they bounce onto our memory lane conveyor belt, and radiate our relevant mental U tubes.

Be they heartbreaking, happy, successful or regretful ones, lessons learnt in our journey of life are meant to make us either tougher in some very important aspects, or become slowly disdain to the point of feeling like giving up.

Closing those rustic gates and secretly proclaiming our destiny to more Heaven than Hell is a dream come true.

As long as we are intellectually alert and can still break into smiles, miracles never ceased.

The lifelong exams are extremely challenging and full of sacrifices.
No better choice but to battle through with immense pride and bravery for the high score.

The fact that we are still thankfully alive and can treasure precious moments, plus correct a few of the countless painful mistakes are already blessed parcels we share with all our dear ones.

Ever Ready To Wallop Mr Corky Bastard Back!

My daughter was about to grab us some early morning breakfast.
He had suddenly approached her complaining about stray cats that peed on his shoes.
I was upstairs wondering what the hell?
After his lengthy, loud blabbering. my daughter replied okay, and got into her car.

He had earlier a very loyal pet.
Though he and his wife seemed to love the bitch, I always saw him whack and scold his dog.
It probably got its owner ultimately disgusted.
For the black, sleek dog is now no where to be seen.

Since I moved in, I noticed that the missus would trim the matted hair and bathed their dog, but everything the confused dog does seemed to be wrong.
It would relentlessly show its usefulness by barking loudly from within the gate whenever any stranger or unknown vehicles pass by day or night.
When the owners come home, she'd wag her tail like mad.
Sadly, she portrayed a forlorn, unloved man's best friend snoozing on the front cement.

There were times when the owner forced her to sit under the hot sun as punishment.
The lady owner would occasionally deny her entry back after allowing her to go out for 5 minutes or so to do her business.
There was a day when I think the reason was because she befriended a young male, stray white dog.
Somehow, they were forever annoyed with her for even the slightest reason.

Sent away a few months ago to God knows where, a stray cat must have started sneaking into his garage and marking territory.
Even Mr Wong's grandchildren's school shoes next door got the brunt of Happy the devoted dog being gone.
Otherwise before this, there were no such urinating incidents.

A few houses away, an elderly Chinese lady used to pluck some of the leaves of his pomegranate with his permission and right in front of his eyes.
However after the two times I saw her doing it, this arrogant front neighbor chopped down his beautiful, fruiting delima tree.
I was so disappointed because there were a few breathtaking, green rubies parading daintily.
He was actually fuming inside.

And today he is pissed off with the innocent stray cats.
He came over to blame the regular strays that usually drop by my garage and one that literally grew up from birth in my compound.
He told my daughter to cage this particular stray cat.

For those who conveniently lack compassion for strays, regardless cats or dogs and other animals, they must be constantly reminded of Malaysia's Animals Welfare Act.

 https://www.nst.com.my/news/nation/2017/07/258472/malaysia-announces-new-animal-welfare-law-more-bite

Road to Recovery from Stroke

Waving Happily At Their Grieving Parents From The Gates Of Heaven. May Allah SWT Bless These Pure, Innocent Souls..Aamiin

https://www.nst.com.my/news/nation/2017/09/280013/sombre-sky-over-cemetery-where-tahfiz-students-who-were-burnt-fire-be

Countless parents enthusiastically pack their children off to Tahfiz schools despite the risks.
Remarkable track record too tempting to resist could be one of the criteria.

An unanticipated tragedy has sadly happened right in the heart of KL.
As such all Tahfiz schools must pee in their pants and install further measures for everybody's safety.

The government can create special departments to fiercely monitor the welfare of Tahfiz schools.
Though privately funded, these religious schools do deserve heavy attention.

Aiming for Paradise Hereafter yet clutched in the palms of Hell?
Religious schools must never carelessly betray the humble chase for professional pious guidance.
Or they will conveniently broach on the subject of martyrdom/syahid when disaster strikes.

Waltzing With Love

The baba have undoubtedly been blessed with a bunch of sweetheart children.
They are delivering what has been envisioned.

Not the least a regretful task attending to a father recovering, any grateful parent would cherish tearfully the elaborate, tender care.
The compassionate journey shared is simply endless.

Visitors including myself are understandably not allowed for now.
Respectfully, he is entitled to privately recuperate with selected company by his side.

Stages of Stroke Recovery

Man Of Steel Still

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