Mothering Sunday vs Mother’s Day

There is a difference between Mothering Sunday and Mother’s Day.

Firstly, Mothering Sunday is celebrated in the UK and Mother’s Day everywhere else in the world.

Secondly, Mothering Sunday is celebrated on the fourth Sunday in Lent and Mother’s Day is on the first Sunday in May.

Thirdly, traditional Mothering Sunday is when people return to their mother church but then it turned to when those in service (household workers) are given a day off to visit their mothers and they will pick flowers (traditionally daffodils) on their way to their mothers’; Mother’s Day was started by a an American Lady to honour her mother.

So, today is Mothering Sunday in the UK which is nowadays treated the same as Mother’s Day… but it’s not.



When the news came in to say that there is now no hope to find anyone alive from MH370, I looked at my daughter and wonder.

China has a one child policy. How are these parents feeling of losing the only child that they ever had? They had no choice but only have this one and only child that they dote on.

Losing any child is horrendous, no matter how many children you have. I know my late grandmother was distraught on losing one of my aunts even though she still has her eight other children around her.

I still think about the two miscarriages I had and how lucky I am to have my daughter with me. I wish I have more children but to have her is wonderful.

And if I ever lose her, I just don’t know what I’d do.

MH370 Where Are You?

I am not a die hard fan of the former PM Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad. Not because he was a bad PM, it was just because there were things during his time as PM I just didn’t agree with but that does not mean I do not respect his views. Everybody has their own view.

But I do agree with his statement regarding the handling of the missing flight MH370.

Yes, the authorities haven’t released much information. People are speculating that the authorities are holding information back. I think they are just being cautious. I think the authorities really do not know what happened. How can they release a statement when they themselves do not have hard evidence? And why would they want to release it to the media before informing the relatives of those involved?

All eyes are upon Malaysia at the moment. Why would the authority want to embarrass the whole nation by showing their inability to handle a crisis?

This is a crisis. A crisis that they’ve never had to handle before. It is new territory. Give them some slack and let them do their job.

And please understand that yes a Boeing 777 is a big aeroplane, but it is a mere speck compared to the vastness of the South China Sea, as per this article in the Straits Time.

As much as I like to hold on to this slither of hope that all 239 people on board MH370 are safe, I think something catastrophic happened out there and I just hope that the families will one day find closure.

And The Camel Back is Broken

Sometimes there’s just so much that one can take and all day yesterday and all night last night and all morning this morning I was thinking, if I don’t have a child to think about I would just give work up; or maybe I should just give it up because I do have a child… but then I have a mortgage and I need to make sure that my child have a roof above her head and food in her tummy.

So, I’ll keep plodding on but seriously, yesterday’s incident was the last straw and the camel back is truly broken.

I shall come to work. I shall do my job… no more… no less. Definitely no more. There is no chance of me being upgraded to a higher scale and I’m not the sort of person who shouts about when I do extra work… I’m the sort of person who just do things… and end up picking up the pieces when things are not done… I’m the one who gets the blame when things are not done properly.

For the first time ever, my feet felt heavy as I walked to work… I felt teary eyed… and for the first time ever, I’m putting a very personal post that is not a ‘thinking’ post. I just need to let it out. But this is a ‘tea’ post as yesterday, I had to go away for just a few minutes to the canteen, get some tea and hope that things will be OK.

Must Not Jump – A Humble Apology

I am ashamed of myself. Most of the time, before I decide to write something up, I tend to find out more about the issue. Yesterday, I didn’t. I can come up with so many excuses for my rashness but in the end, it was just that… a rash conclusion from my end. I am sorry

According to this article here, the school had problem with space and used the changing room for all children regardless of their race. I guess, since it is Ramadan, there wasn’t a Malay child in the picture in the previous article in my post yesterday.

The news has now been sensationalised in social networks and blogs (I’m included here as the guilty party) and news. The school and the headmaster of the school is now under scrutiny.

Due to the issue of space, the headmaster opened up the changing room, which does not have toilet bowl in it, to the children so they have somewhere to sit to have their meal, rather than standing up or sitting on the ground. Whatever it is, the school and the government need to find a solution to the issue of space as the children has the right to proper facility.

Mind you… when I was in school, recess time is always busy and lack of bench and tables… I didn’t mind sitting anywhere as long as I had my friends with me.

Down the Toilet


I was made aware of this article on a blog here. It’s in Malay and even if you Google Translate it, I don’t think that they’ll be able to translate it properly as the writer is not using proper Malay… but then I might not give Google Translate enough credit.

The story is… if it is true… and I don’t know why someone would make it up… as it is the month of Ramadan where Muslims are observing fasting, the non-Muslim children in a primary school in Malaysia has been told to have their meal in the toilets as a mark of respect to the Muslim children.

I find this disgusting!

How about respecting the non-Muslim children?

When I was at school, I fasted. My non-Muslim friends have their meal. Some of them say ‘excuse me’ or ‘sorry’ before they had their meal and I was thinking ‘What’s the problem? What are they sorry about? They are not Muslims and don’t have to observe fasting so they can do what ever they want.’ But it was nice of them to think of me.

The school canteen was still open and selling food to the non-Muslims. Well… they need to eat.

But hey! We had perks too! No physical education during Ramadan and oh how I hated PE.

What I’m trying to say is that we just need to get on with it. It’s just like any other month only us Muslims were fasting. Us kids back then didn’t see any difference.

By segregating, this is what the school is doing, the kids will feel different towards each other. I heard on the radio conversation once where a caller was pointing out that people are not born racist but are taught to be one. And reading the blog post made me agree with this line of thinking.

There’s a saying in Malay ‘melentur buluh biarlah dari rebungnya’ – to bend a bamboo you have to start from when it’s sprouting. It is up to us to teach the children. We adults are the ones responsible of how the future generation will look at the world and treat each other, which at the moment looks really bleak.

Privatising Myself

I was chatting to a couple of colleagues at work about social networks. One colleague is culling his friends list and the other said she would never accept a friend request from people at work. They were saying that they can’t really put up what they want if certain people are in their ‘friends list’. I told them that the best thing to do is not to put anything embarrassing or controversial. To which they disagree as it is their page and sometimes they want to speak their mind.

I know that this has been talked about a lot but I do find it interesting how people view the big infinite world of the world wide web differently from the big wide actual world.

I have to admit, in the past when all of these were new to me, I was all excited and poured my soul for the world to see. Looking back, I cringe as I think that I revealed too much of me. Yes, I’ve deleted some posts and make some private… but not before they were read.

I treated my blog and social network posts like I treated my diary when I was a teenager. The difference was, the diary that I kept was only privy to me… until mom got hold of it and read it and then I cringed and felt like it was the end of the world. How dare she read my private thoughts… and I’m sure that this must be the same for everyone… but why then is it OK to air your private thoughts publicly for strangers to read and scrutinise you?

My mom is not computer savvy but that does not mean that she can’t use the computer if she wants to. Whenever she asked me to show her something on the computer, she tends to pick it up almost immediately. For all I know she might actually be more computer savvy than I think she is… and do I want my mom to read certain things that might actually embarrass her more than me?


I respect my mom too much to have her think that she has not brought me up the right way when she has actually done the very best that she could. She does not need any more grievances from me. She does not need to feel that I’d rather tell strangers all my secrets and yet, I do not verbally tell her.

Even though I do not put up any embarrassing or controversial posts up, when I received a friend request from my uncle once removed (as in he’s the child of my granduncle… not that I previously removed him from my friends list) on FB, I just had to go through some previous posts just to double check.

In a world where everyone is airing their dirty laundry for everyone else to see… I think I’ll be old fashioned and keep myself to myself… like the hermit that I am.