Well, as per my previous entry, the three families - Taufik's, Zahir's and mine made the journey to Livingston without any major incident yesterday. Every points considered, it was pleasant though a little tiring - if only not marred by Mi's pair of Trespass sneakers being snatched at King Fahd Mosque - Oh yes! It happened here too! Not just at Kuala Lumpur's Masjid Jamek, mind you! And poor Mi had to go home with a pair of Japanese slippers instead!
Anyway in this part, I hope you enjoy the photos :
The sceneries from Dundee to Livingston
Misty/Foggy - First leg of the journey
Promised of a sunshine
.......and the snow capped the mountains white
Can you spot some sheeps graving?
Crossing the Bridge
Livingston - Some interior!
So! What do we bought at Livingston then - other than joining the Boxing Day Sales crowd? Well...:
(i) a large pot
(ii) a large wok
(iii) a large deep frying pan
(iv) a pair of jeans for Hakim
(v) 3 books for Hakim, Mia & Aqil (Danish couldn't find anything that he liked)
(vi) Finally - after months of searching, I bought a winter coat for myself
Actually I nearly bought a pair of knee length boots too but the look on Mi's face told me that he was not really in favour of my choice (quite a funky one though!) so, that settled it. I came back still in my old boots!
Oh yes! As I promised my dear friend DrSam (of Archive of Time blogspot) the much crippled snowman (my children's and husband's first attempt though,mind you, so, here goes !
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Sunday, December 27, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Happiness..... in the Snow? (:-D
We were just getting out of Global (a grocery shop selling Halal food) when we saw the snow falling down. It was very much thicker then the earlier snow. My children were so excited "Ibu! Baba! Let's go back right now! Think it's thick enough for a good snowball fight!" shouted one. "Maybe enough for a snowman" said the other.

Well, they rushed out as soon as we parked the car. Aqil who was tied to the car seat yelled unhappily as he struggled to set himself free. The other three had already started with a good-sized balls. And Aqil became the first victim of a snowball fight.
And last night, our neighbour Ustaz Lutfi who'll be leaving for Malaysia the very next day gave them a sledge and today :
Danish "happily" being pulled by his father. I am not so sure how he was feeling at that moment as I can hear him yelling all the way down!
Danish looked relieved while Mia took her turn uphill.
Father and daughter on the way to bid our farewell to Ustaz Lutfi and Ustazah Ashinida.
Mia, the 1st one out running aimlessly!
Danish "happily" being pulled by his father. I am not so sure how he was feeling at that moment as I can hear him yelling all the way down!
Danish looked relieved while Mia took her turn uphill.
Father and daughter on the way to bid our farewell to Ustaz Lutfi and Ustazah Ashinida.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
My Dear Friend...
I received a message from my dear friend Mokhtar yesterday. "Shell we meat at the library at 11.00 on Monday?" Well, translating it in BM, "Kulit kerang, boleh kita daging kat Library pukul 11.00 hari Isnin?" I can't help smiling. That's my friend Mokhtar - A PhD student from Libya. Though I am only doing my Master's Degree we shared two classes - Emerging Financial Markets (5EM) and Accounting Aspects of Corporate Governance (5CG). Somehow, he has to join the two classes though he is only required to take exam of only one (5CG).
I was busy studying for my Investment paper when I received the message. Before that he called asking whether I am free to have a discussion for 5CG. I told him I have a paper today and I need to revise first before I can go for discussion. If not we will end up wasting time.
One thing about Mokhtar though, he never pronounce my name correctly which pissed me off at times. I have corrected him on every occasion but he still throw away the first "a" in my name and add it at the end. But somehow, knowing that I am fighting a losing battle I try to accept that he will never get it right. Which lead me to another question ; Mokhtar is a Libyan, I heard him communicated in Arabic with his fellow countryman on a few occassions and mind you, my name is an Arabic name - well, let's forget it. Anyway, Mokhtar is still in my list of friends.
At School, I am the only Malaysian. Though at first I am not sure if I am going to make friends with anyone - you see, though I am friendly but I am not the one to make the first move (unless they are much much older and I feel that it is my duty to at least smile and greet them)- I always am quite unsure if anyone want to be friends with me. And quite frankly, except for my core subject which I can't help taking, the main criteria for choosing the other two subjects was based on NO group work required I am not even sure if anyone wants me in his/her group.
Anyway by some touch of lucky strokes, somehow I managed to make friends - a very international crowd at that - Andrea (from Hungary), Dilshad and Sanzida (from Bangladesh), He He and Nicole (from China), Yannick (from Cameron), Mokhtar (of course) and Monica. Well, up until now, we are quite close.
Oh yes, talking about that I haven't got anything for Andrea, Yannick and Monica yet. Hmmm.. what am I gonna get them for Christmas?....
(Sources of images : map of the world from http://www.nature-worldwide.info/; roses from http://www.flowerexpert.com/)
I was busy studying for my Investment paper when I received the message. Before that he called asking whether I am free to have a discussion for 5CG. I told him I have a paper today and I need to revise first before I can go for discussion. If not we will end up wasting time.
One thing about Mokhtar though, he never pronounce my name correctly which pissed me off at times. I have corrected him on every occasion but he still throw away the first "a" in my name and add it at the end. But somehow, knowing that I am fighting a losing battle I try to accept that he will never get it right. Which lead me to another question ; Mokhtar is a Libyan, I heard him communicated in Arabic with his fellow countryman on a few occassions and mind you, my name is an Arabic name - well, let's forget it. Anyway, Mokhtar is still in my list of friends.
At School, I am the only Malaysian. Though at first I am not sure if I am going to make friends with anyone - you see, though I am friendly but I am not the one to make the first move (unless they are much much older and I feel that it is my duty to at least smile and greet them)- I always am quite unsure if anyone want to be friends with me. And quite frankly, except for my core subject which I can't help taking, the main criteria for choosing the other two subjects was based on NO group work required I am not even sure if anyone wants me in his/her group.
Anyway by some touch of lucky strokes, somehow I managed to make friends - a very international crowd at that - Andrea (from Hungary), Dilshad and Sanzida (from Bangladesh), He He and Nicole (from China), Yannick (from Cameron), Mokhtar (of course) and Monica. Well, up until now, we are quite close.
Oh yes, talking about that I haven't got anything for Andrea, Yannick and Monica yet. Hmmm.. what am I gonna get them for Christmas?....
(Sources of images : map of the world from http://www.nature-worldwide.info/; roses from http://www.flowerexpert.com/)
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
...On My Way To School
Though it is only an 8-minute bus journey from my house at Dickson Avenue to school (the School of Accounting & Finance) at Perth Road, I can't help meeting some interesting characters along the way. One day, just a few stops before mine, a charming elderly lady with a sweet pleasant smile (she reminds me of a pink rose) boarded the bus and sat beside me. "Good Morning" I greeted her. "Morning Dear." And our conversation went more or less like :
"What do you read?"
"Finance."
"Aah... I used to read there many, many years ago. It used to be St. Andrews (University of St. Andrews). You see, I was born and bred here in Dundee. When I came to know that I am to make the journey to St Andrews and spend alall my remaining college years there, I was so sad and crying most of the time."
"But St. Andrews is just half an hour across the River Tay."
"That's right. But I was homesick all my 4-years there." And we were laughing like old buddies.
Well, this morning I was thinking of buying a Christmas Card for her. I know the chances of meeting her is quite slim. I don't go to class anymore now as we have completed our classes for the first sem. I am going to have another 2 papers to complete my first sem and then wait in anxiety for my results. But maybe if I just get the card ready with a small present and carry them everywhere with me in case of a chanced meet, it could work. It is not everyday that you have a good laugh on your way to school, don't you?
(Sources of images : University of Dundee from www.educationuk.org; pink fairy roses from www.mooseyscountrygarden.com, St. Andrews - own collection)
Monday, November 30, 2009
Of Sickness and Appointment
I was down with flu the past week. And my cough was getting worse everyday. And the cold weather is no help for proper recovery at all. What with the swine flu still around, it is difficult to get an appointment with the GP. My first call to set an appointment I was asked to come at 11.00 a.m. but when they asked if I have fever and I answered yes, I was told to wait for a call from the Health Centre to determine whether I should turn up for the appointment. And of course after I told them I have fever, I was advised to monitor myself for the next 40 hours and only if my fever subside and my cough gets worst should I call again for an appointment. In the meantime I was advised :(i) to continue with my O-T-C medication (that's nurofen and benylin mucus cough)
(ii) not to go out as I may "distribute my germs" to everyone else - and I felt so horrible imagining myself full of germs and as I open my mouth my "germs" went flying to a new host - double horrible!
(iii) not to attend class for the reason in (ii). When I asked for medicical chit, I was told that for the first three days of sickness I am allowed self-certified sick leave. I will only need to produce one if it prolonged. OK. So, I sent an email to my Lecturer and true enough he's OK with it and asked me to "Take Care" and "Get Well Soon".
And finally last Friday, after my fever subsided and of course my cough worsened (it came to a point where I felt like my rib cage is going to burst and my diaphram is getting loose every time I cough) I managed to get an appointment with the GP. And the verdict? It is showing signs of early bronchitis "But not to worry (the young GP told me) normally your own bodily immune system will take care of it - give it 2 - 3 weeks, you will be fine". Well, I thanked him and told him, since my phlegm is changing colour to green, can I at least have some anti-biotics? And can I also have a medical chit since I am going to miss classes and as we are talking, I have my Investment class going on". "Of course I can give you that. No problem at all." And with that I thanked him again and took my leave. That's just the first part of it. Now, getting the prescribed medication is not as straight forward either. You have to bring your prescription note to the pharmacy, hand it over to the Pharmacist/Chemist and normally you'll be asked to come back in half an hour time for them to get it ready. You pay your £4 and come back for your medication at the given time - then only you complete your "medicational quest". Well, at this moment I really miss our family physician back in Shah Alam - Dr. Suzet. Maybe one of these days, I will give her a call and thank her for all that she did for us all these while.
Sources of images : Pills from www.kindnessinc.org; chart on bronchitis from www.nlm.nih.gov.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Pillar No. 2
My husband Mi had started work at one of the chicken factories in Forfar (about half an hour away from our place)since two weeks ago - a day after our two boys arrived. Each morning he will wake up at 4.00 a.m. and by 4.30 a.m. he is already out of the house braving the cold Autumn morning. And he will be back at 2.30 p.m. or 2.45 p.m. On days when I have classes to attend, he will send me to the School. On the days when I do not have any class, sometimes he will be called by the owner of Al-Noor Halal Food to work (he works part-time there on an on-call basis). So, he somewhat is juggling between two jobs. Well, when we decided to my furthering my studies we already know that we are not going to go through an easy path. We sacrificed a lot really and one of those is the comfortable life that we have been enjoying for quite some time. Sending him off to work in the morning I can't help feeling sorry for him - but it is our decision - not my own.
Anyway, what I am going to write about today is about his employers. He works at the chicken factory as a slaughterman. His working hour is from 5.30 a.m. to 2.30 p.m. Monday to Thursday. And on Friday, it is from 5.30 a.m. to 11.00 a.m. to enable everyone to perform Friday prayers. Our Friday prayer is currently held at 1.10 p.m. Well, that's very different from what it is back home.
And now, his Boss at Al-Noor is Abu Ziad (not sure of his own name - Abu Ziad is simply the father of Ziad and of course Ziad his son is also working at the shop with him - an ex-Principle from Iraq who started his business many years ago). Well, according to Mi, he is very particular about cleanliness (oh yes, Mi's job at the shop is to cut the chicken into pieces according to customers' needs - they provided him with a week on-the-job training) and another thing he is very particular about is prayers. When it comes to prayers, he will be the one who remind his employees and ask them to perform their prayers - there are times when all of them will be performing prayers in jamaah with Abu Ziad and the Imam or sometimes, he just close the shop and walk together with all his employees to the nearby Dundee mosque to perform their prayers. >
Is it true that being far from home one just cannot help but feel closer to one's Creator? And being far away, we are always thankful for Him for every bit of everything (no matter how small or in waht shape) that He send our way. I hope it is not due to the distance - I hope it is because we really want to improve ourselves and so this journey is not just a jihad but a pilgrimage at the same time (:-D
(Images from ordinance survey map, www.beliefsinislam.com and www.islamcan.com)
Life ... Dundee
Errol has somewhat become like an epidemic for us around here, me included. Since our kindly neighbour Taufik introduced us to Errol the first Sunday we're here, we never missed it yet. In fact we are looking forawrd to it. It's like some kind of therapy on one side or just, hmmm... I'm not sure.
Oh yes, did I tell you? It gets dark by 4.30 now. And though some days it's sunny, it is still cold and windy - though we have a playground close-by, it is too cold to be outside - so, as an alternative we let our children get the toys/books of their fancy each week to occupy their time. We can't let them be dull boys and girl can we? Even Danish and Hakim who had just arrived two weeks ago are looking forward to Errol.
Other than Errol, we made our purchases at Charity Shops - a lot of them around - St. Margarite's Hospice, British Red Cross, British Heart Foundation, Shelter, Save the Children Charity Shop and of course Oxfam. Though we bought my laptop quite expensively when we first came (well, brand new at Currys) now we know where to look for cheaper goods - none other than Dundee Gumtree - Life is quite good. But of course we frequent Tesco (their reduced item sections at the end of the day is not bad either)and Al-Noor Halal Food for our groceries, Pound Stretcher and £1 shop for things like laundry basket and the like, all-in-all it is bearable.
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