It's never easy being short. Some may call midgets. Being short has its advantage and disadvantage.
I have been called by many names like 'pendek', 'ketot' when I was young. At first it was annoying, but after a while, it became numb. Till today, my husband called me Cik Wabbit. He even put that name in his address book.
There are a few things that tall people will not understand how it feels being small or short.
1. It's hard to find the right size for us especially Asians. Many pants are tailored to cater the average height.
2. We're always being pick on as victims whether on the street or school bullies.
3. In some field, being short is totally a definite disadvantage. Sports like basketball or badminton requires to have a certain minimum height.
But the good side is:
1. Legroom in the plane has never been an issue.
2. You can shop at kids department where some of the price are lower than the adult ones.
3. You don't have to worry about blocking someone's view in the cinema.
4. Short people normally look younger than their actual age *point to self*
It was such a wonderful wedding that me and Juan attended over the last 2 weekend. INTEKMA was the venue for Alina and Ali's high tea wedding and both of us we honored to be sited at the main table, together with the bride and groom. It was my first time actually and it was truly awkward. People were like 'who on earth is this couple?' A situation where you can't scratch any part of your body in case you itch. Imagine that...
We arrived very early. Because we were not familiar with the big city, we headed out quite early and alhamdulillah, the journey went so well and we didn't got lost, therefore there were no arguments in the car. Phheww.. Weather was good even though it was a little bit humid. We stayed at my best friend's place in Puchong and the journey to the venue took us about 30 minutes with 40 kilometers of driving. Traffic was good to us too.
It was a teary moment for me when Alina's dad and brother gave their speech. I always love hearing speeches given by people who are very close with either the bride or groom. The speeches sounded very sincere. But you can't expect me to shed my tears when I'm sited at the main table.
Alina and I met in 2006 during our diploma convocation. We never knew each other before that. When the event ended, , me and my family wanted to take photos outside the stadium and coincidentally Alina and her family were there too. We asked her help to take our photos and the rest was history. I never knew that the brief hello we had in 2006 could lead our friendship to this day. To witness the event of their lifetime and I'm a truly happy friend that she has found a truly loving husband.
I take friendship seriously and I would go to any extend for my friends. People like this are worth keeping and those that are bad, take it as an experience.
Though miles may lie between us we are never far apart, for friendship doesn't count miles it measures by the heart.
Olive oil is known for its nutrition and packed with goodness. Not only it is used in cooking, it is also been practice in hair care regime as well as traditional medication.
Olive oil benefits are so extensive that it is considered a functional food with components that contribute to its overall therapeutic qualities including a reduction of risk factors of coronary heart disease, the prevention of cancers, and alterations of immune and inflammatory responses.
Olive oil is a great component in a healthy salad dressing, but its benefits don't end there. Since the olden days, people have taken advantage of the skin-softening benefits of this miracle oil. Olive oil is said to contribute to smoother, more elastic skin.
My first block of soap was made using a cardboard box, lined with a plastic bag. It turned out to be a huge and ugly block, which I cut into 8 large and uglier bars - each of which turned out to be notoriously hard to hold on to in the shower because it was too big, slippery and almost impossible to complete a shower without having it land on the floor with a dull thud, at least once.
That experience alone could have been the most unforgettable one in relation to my first batch of handmade soap. It was however, trumped by a more significant after-shower realisation that I was never going back to store-bought soap again. Ever.
Today, this shop is my way of sharing that discovery with you.
A Soap Affair is a home-based business that started out as a hobby, eventually became a passion. Passion in wanting to share the goodness of this little green fruit.
What I like about this soap is the smell. The soap glide smoothly on your skin. After shower, I could feel a layer of oily residue on the skin. I believe that's because the soap contain olive oil. THE NAKED TRUTH is made with Olive Oil, Coconut Oil, Sodium Hydroxide, Distilled Water, Salt. Not only that, this soap contain no fragrances. no additives. no parabens, no SLS and no chemicals either. Their creation is not limited to body use, it can also be used on your face for a smoother and all natural skin regime.
So it was my second stop in KLIA2 since the official operation. The first was during my flight transit to Singapore. It was this time that I had the opportunity to explore KLIA2. It was much better than the old airport.
You wouldn't know that you're actually in an airport because KLIA2 was built with 'shopping mall' concept in mind. There are many shops around, therefore, passengers on a long hour transit can take a stroll around the airport. There are also many restaurants to choose from as well as food court.
The new airport is so huge that some departure gates takes you 20 minutes to arrive. So make sure you arrive early before your boarding time.
Tadaaaaa. It was Altimet whom I met on the way out from our KL bound flight. I was excited to see him from afar but wasn't sure if he was the one until I came face-to-face with him. He was so chill and friendly.
This is the story that got the whole nation devastated. A natural disaster where no men can run from or avoid. December was the start of the biggest flood ever recorded in the east coast.
Back in between 2004 to 2006, I had the opportunity to witness the tsunami aftermath. It was in Sri Lanka. The journey took about 2 hours drive from the city of Colombo. It was devastated, simply heart-crushing moment to see not a single house was able to be rescued. We past by mass grave of people who were buried by the road side due to insufficient grave yard to cater the number of victims perished in the disaster.
Along the road, you could see, a number of white canopy set up temporary for those who were affected by the tsunami. Clean water supply were place by the road in a plastic tank along the driveway for the locals to drink, wash and cook. Since then, the government has ordered that houses are not to be build 10 kilometers, from the coastal line.
The undersea megathrust earthquake was caused when the Indian Plate was subducted by the Burma Plate and triggered a series of devastating tsunamis along the coasts of most landmasses bordering the Indian Ocean, killing 230,000 people in 14 countries, and inundating coastal communities with waves up to 30 metres (100 ft) high. It was one of the deadliest natural disasters in recorded history. Indonesia was the hardest-hit country, followed by Sri Lanka, India, and Thailand.
~ 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake and tsunami, Wikipedia.
We were on our way back to Penang when my father decided that we make an off course drive to Kuala Krai. The worst hit area during the massive flood. It was about 40 kilometer drive from Bandar Permaisuri. Along the road, you can see cars and 4 wheel trucks with foreign plate numbers. Assuming that they were there for humanitarian mission.
We drove pass shop lots where most of them were still closed. The town were not fully functional. You can still see mud in their shops with the door peeping open. Workshops were packed with cars affected by the flood. Bikes by the road side were unable to function anymore. Temporary tents and cabins were set up for the victims.
As I was looking through the car windows, I wonder, where to start? Judging by how they have lost everything, not a single thing saved, how and where to start in building a new life. They were without a place to call home, without any change of clothes, without any proper place to sleep or study. I really can't imagine.
Building a proper town like how it was back in the good old days, before the flood consumed everything in its way could take years. Not only material wise, the trauma and the mental state of the victims might take forever to succumb by what had happened especially children.
The photos that I took were merely of how the town was affected. It was actually far worst than that. Because the place that were badly affected are not accessible by normal cars.
Often we though being a father is to provide the family financially. Money for school, for tuition fee, for music class, for shopping, for groceries. Those, or we thought so, is the responsibility of a father. We saw mothers going through hard labor, those sleepless night when a child is sick, juggling between 2 jobs (working mothers). Anddd, we thought mother made the most sacrifice.
We also assumed (or so) that a father doesn't know how to express his feeling. I mean, generally men. But have we ever thought the things he has to go through in order to provide us financially especially our education? I'm one of those.
We see the nicest things our dad portray. The suit and tie, the nice office, the big car. But I believe beneath all that, in order for him to achieve, are plain hard work, sweat, blood and tears.