break in

someone broke into my house on saturday morning. yep, you heard me right.

it was at about 8 plus in the morning. can you imagine that, in broad daylight? i was sleeping soundly because i was working till about 4am. i suddenly heard some commotion and my mum shouting. i leaped out of bed and ran downstairs. i saw my mum trying to open the front the door and i noticed that the window in the dinning area was opened. i immediately knew that something was wrong since we almost never open that set of windows. my mum was also shouting 'robbery! robbery!' and thus that sort of confirmed everything.

i followed her out the door, trying to catch a glimpse of the burgalar. no signs of him at all. i called the police next and the arrived after 10 minutes. they came and started to take down my mum's statement and they got a inspector and a fingerprint expect enroute.

I heard my mum's statement. she was sleeping when she heard some loud noise, sort of like somemore opening and closing drawers. she did not think much of it because our neighbours upstairs are known to be rather noisy. but she started to have a bad feeling so she got out of bed. she opened her bedroom back and she saw a man just walking down the stairs. he was dressed in bright yellow traditional malay costume. she was stunned for a while because she could not make out who was this person. then she suddenly realised that it was not right and she started shouting at the man. the man quickly jumped on the dinning table and out the window, same way he came in from. that was when i was awoken and i saw my mum chasing him, but through the front door.

the police was at my place for the next 3 hours. the inspector came and he asked my mum somemore questions. they then went around to the rest of my neighbours and asked if anyone had seen anyone suspicious. it was quite surprising even to them that it took place at 8am, in broad daylight. apparantly, one of my neighbours opposite my house saw a man wearing a bright yellow traditional costume but he did not suspect anything. it is after all, hari raya period.

my mum did not think much of it till much later in the day. she must have realised how lucky she was since the man could have easily hurt her instead of running away. she is now quite afraid because the window locks have proved to be quite unreliable. i will need to get something to secure the windows even more. she now sleeps with her bedroom door locked because she remembered that the man actually opened her door.

sometimes, we just think that everything is safe and good. sometimes, we just take things for granted, in this case, security. who can imagine that this will happen? scary...

lucky man

i watched tv12 last night and there was this program where they interviewed actors. michael j fox, of back to the future fame, was the interviewee last night.

he started out with the bubble gummy role of marty macfly in 3 back to future movies but he began to came into his own as he grew older. unfortunately, he is more remembered as the actor who had parkinson's disease at a young age. I believe he must be something like just over his 40s and he already had parkinson's for many years.

so there he was being interviewed and he was talking about how lucky he was. in fact, he had written a book titled 'lucky man'. all the proceeds from the book will go to the foundation he had setup for research into parkinson's.

there was one part of his answer that i remembered deeply.

he said to imagine a room of people standing in a circle. then they were all told to put their problems into the centre of the circle, out for everyone to see. after that, they were told to take one problem, any one, from the centre back for themselves. they will all take back their own problem. sometimes, we just don't realise how lucky we are.

many ways

there are many ways to do a single thing.
you are alone and yet you are not that alone.
no man is an island...


no doubt in our lives, there are many times when we feel that we alone. and yet, if you were to look back, were you really alone? at the very least, your parents, family was always there for you. just that many a times, we just choose to be alone. that is what i feel. i know, because i have been there. then again, you can always just say i don't, but hey, we all live our own lives.

by living our lives, does that mean that you have nothing to do with him and her, and she with them and them with the rest? i always believe that we are individuals and yet so much a group. do you think that you can just leave your friends of 5 years and uproot to another country, with your friends feeling sad that they could be missing a friend? do you think that when you cry alone when something bad happened, you are crying alone? you probably are, because no one else knows about it. but i bet you if given the chance, there will be lots of people who would cry with you and at the end of it all, lend a shoulder for you to rest that wary hear. we just keep to ourselves, thats all.
no man is an island.

you may think that you are a tiny little pebble in the big scheme of things, but think about the ripples you will cause when you are dropped into a pond. the ripple effects affect every part of that pond.

there are 2 ways to get out of a hole. one was to actually imagine and think of all the wonderful things that are waiting for you if you get out of that hole.
the other was to think of all the things that are being affected if you still remind in the hole. by things, i mean the people, sans you yourself, that are affected. sometimes, we just don't know but you can bet that your family is being affected, just that they are family, so they let you be.

so there is the negative aspects that slaps you awake or the positive nice portions that charms you out of the hole. to me, either one will do, as long as the end result is that you are out of your hole.

jake: how did you managed to get out of that hole you dug for yourself? it was quite a bad thing and i have seen you taking it pretty badly. i thought you will never be able to climb out of it.

jack: i thought that i were be stuck in there for forever too. it was damn bad.

jake: so what happened?

jack: i saw the faces around me and how they feel sad with me...

jake: don't you mean feel sad for you?

jack: none. i mean feel sad with me. outsiders feel sad for me. family and close friends feel sad with me. on top of that, i just tell myself to get out, because i hate being stuck in that hole. so i just climb out of it and walked away. then i realised that sometimes, i still came back and looked back down into the hole. and when i did, it threatened to suck me back in. so one day, i went back with a shovel and buried the hole. now there is no hole. and i have no been back since.

jake: must have been difficult for you huh?

jack: it was.

jake: you must be one of the lucky ones.

jack: luck had nothing to do with it. look at that guy, he is driving a merc and he owns his own software house. does that make him a lucky person?

jake: sort of, isn't it?

jack: but did you know that he and his wife has been wanting children for a few years now but they can't? some problems with him.

jake: thats unlucky.

jack: maybe not. he and his wife are very much in love, so they still have each other. luck? sometimes its what we make of things we have, i guess....