Random Rambles of Lotfi

I read my daughter, Aisyah's blog today and saw this... KEBENCIAN ITU HARUS HAPUS AKU BENCI BILA MEREKA TIDAK BERCAKAP SESAMA SENDIRI BILA MEREKA BERGADUH ENTAH PASAL APA TAK HABIS-HABIS HAISHOOH AND PC AKU ROSAK :/ We really have to do something about our PCs at home...among other things... Aisyah has a talent for writing. For someone her age, she's 14 btw, she should be complaining less about how bored it is to be at home during this school hols and start using her brain to write stuff. Who knows, I can start sending her junk to the papers...Check out her blog at http://karutologik.blogspot.com/ Aisyah lamenting about her so called borrrinng school hols and the kaput PCs at home.....

My son, Imran. His UPSR results came out yesterday. The phone at home was dead the whole day..so I was frantically calling everyone around the neighbourhood to no avail. Their phones are dead too. Wretch!!! What is bloody TM doing...?? Frankly, I expected the worst. Cause no news is almost always bad news....When I reached home, he said he got 3As and 2 Bs..Hey...ok what..not that he tried his best...Because potentially, I know he can do better than that...but this guy with his 'I couldn't care less that the exam's coming I rather watch TV" attitude, is a hard nut to crack. The more you push him, the more he will rebel against you. Like his atuk say...'he is so like his late dad'. So I rest my case... I got Aisyah to reenact the whole result announcement thingy to me.. Chronic kan...?? Anyway, Aisyah said she felt like crying when she sees Imran standing all alone looking at her, when all his friends who got 5As and 4As has been called out..Tak sangk...

When I switched on my pc at work this morning, this was the first email on the list. Allah wishes to lighten your burdens, for man was created weak. -Qu'ran, An-Nisa, Surah 4:28 From "The Bounty of Allah," translated by Aneela Khalid Arshed. Copyright 1999. All rights reserved. Timely, I feel, on this day when I'm feeling really down. Time to make the best of things, count my blessings and learn from mistakes. And REPENT...and hopefully in time, I will reach a stage where I know exactly what is liked by the people I love....Sorry from the bottom of my heart...