A new life

Apologies to all who have been following my blog. It has been an awefully long while since I blogged on this site. No reason except being plain "burnt out". My last entry was some 10 months ago. Enough time for a baby to gestate and be born. Hehe . Not that I will be able to do that anyway.
Talking of babies. There have been a lot among my colleagues in office. Two of them have just given birth in two different private hospitals, both by Ceasarian. Two others are pregnant, one in hospital today and another due in January. Few others are planning to have one each. One male colleague has been taking emergency leave. His wife is about to deliver too. Suddenly , I am surrounded by so much baby talk.
Among my classmates and previous colleagues,this topice has been long gone. Our children are getting married or married and have children of their own or going to.
How would it be to relive the era of babysitting ? Tiring , I am sure. But with that, the joy of feeling a new life in your embrace. The feelings of mothering will flood the granny's life and cause apprehension as well as youthful joy. New life , new hope.

The Silver state slivered

Perak in turmoil! News of the political status of Perak came through like some unbelievable drama that can only happen in countries with no democracy , no law or order. But, it is happening... right here in our so called fair and democratic homeland that used to uphold the rights of its people. Very disappointing, very demoralising. I have lost what little hope there is for the ruling party and ruler to act for the betterment of her subjects. The whole scenario points to the self interest of the one in power. Jungle Law - survival of the fittist. The one in power, the one who has the most wealth, the one with the say. Alas,alas.

Let us not forget the power of the Almighty. He will strike, when least expected at those who appear mightiest, who have been lashing out unjustly, at the common people. Common law ignored in the name of money. So who is the god we are worshipping? Let us not be hipocrites. We are only bluffing ourselves. MONEY , MONEY I LOVE YOU SO. YOU are my only GOD !! When elections come , we must see the wolves for what they are. Amen.

A choreful Sunday

The first Sunday of 2009 started on a dreary note. The sun hardly had a chance to show its glimmer. The gloomy skies set off a slow drizzle in the early morning into the rest of the day.

It was a day to stay indoors and laze in front of the idiot box. Alas, there was no show interesting enough for me to lounge there. I had thousand and one things to do. First , on the list was to clear out the son's boxes. I know this was a taboo chore. but, one gotta do what one gotta do. The boxes had been lying around for more than 2 years and they had been in the same state. Now, the son has a pad of his own . Well, now you see .

It took me the whole morning to filter through - keep and repack or throw. Quite a chore. My son has a wide interest and he has all sorts of items, books and magazines. Finally , all done by lunchtime. Whew! My aching back.

My chinese antique furniture will be delivered this afternoon. Another back breaking chore lined - up ?