Almost Got Robbed

Hubby almost got robbed yesterday morning. He walks to the train station every morning to take the train to work. It is about 20 to 30 minutes from my house if you walk, depending how fast you walk. He had been doing this for quite a number of years. Sometime when it rains I will drive him there. I had always asked him to take the car but he said he prefer to walk and that he needed the exercise.

Yesterday he need to get to the office early so he went out at six a.m to catch the earliest train. The road was quite quiet and not many cars. He need to walk pass a stretch of road that has only tress and no houses, just a short distance. After that it would be houses and shops and a police station at the end of the road.

Four guys in two motor bikes stopped at where he was. As at when two of the guys got off the bike, hubby knew something was not right. Before anyone said anything, he ran across the road to the opposite road and started running. As he was running, he could hear the bike following from behind. He continued to run and shouted "help! help!" and he could hear one of the guys said "we can still do it" in Bahasa Malaysia.

He ran straight to the police station and those guys left. He made a report and the policeman promise that they will go round the neighborhood in a while. A friend of ours was having his breakfast at the shop next to the police station and he offer to send hubby to the station.

What an experience. He called me when he reached the station and told me to watch out in case those guys know where our house is. Looks like it is not that safe after all even though they did build a police station near my house. Can't blame those policemen, they can't be every where at all times. We ourselves have got to learn to protect ourselves.

I am just grateful that hubby didn't get hurt. We wouldn't know if they were armed. Crime rate had increase around town. I am grateful too that I have Muffin, my dog, around. Makes me feel safer. At least he is more alert than me and would bark when strangers are around.

Thanks for reading and hope crime rate in your town is not as bad as mine. Hope this is the first and the last.

Vegetarian Dish

I had started to stay away from meat on certain days. I have been trying out all sorts of vegetarian dishes. The mock vegetarian meat look and taste so real. I just bought a packet and fried it with vegetables and mushrooms with a bit of oyster sauce (vegetarian oyster sauce, of cause) and it taste yummy.

Used to think that vegetarian dishes are limited but after a few tutorial from youtube and cook shows on t.v. I manage to learn a few dishes.

I am already in my mid forties and it is best to eat less meat and more vegetables and fruits for health and religion sake. Actually, I have lots of photos on food that I cook but don't have the time to post it or procrastinating / hibernating / what ever you called it heheheheh.

Will explore more on food and post more in the future. Still love blogging. I still have stuffs that pops up in my head and wanted to blog about it but sometime sons need to used the computer for school projects etc and my inspiration of writing just vanish when the p.c is available. Is that sign of aging? Hmmm most likely.

I have got to blog more to keep the brain cell moving. Guess I have to set a time-table for me. Till next time, as usual I have to go now to fetch my son from school, happy blogging to all. (And they said housewife has the most time in hand or maybe I had been doing all sorts of unnecessary stuffs) Time for me to make a change.

Mother's Day Confession

Yes. Mother's Day is finally here. It reminded me of my mom, many years ago, on the night of Mother's Day, she had a stoke. My sister and I had never celebrate Mother's Day with her. My family only celebrate Birthdays. Maybe because my mom is always not around when we were young. It made us feel like she is always not available when we needed her the most yet she always brat about herself being the best mom in the world. It makes me feel that it is not worth celebrating this auspicious day with her.

After I got married, my husband's family, on the other hand, had never missed a Mother's Day or a Father's Day or his parents birthdays. All his brothers, sisters and their spouses and my nieces and nephews would make sure we had one day free on those month to celebrate with my in-laws, either we eat out or pot luck at home.

I remembered clearly, that unfortunate day. That was the year when my mom decided to stay on her own and I start sending my sons to my mother-in-law instead, when I am at work. That night, hubby and I and my two young sons, then, just came home from a Mother's Day dinner with my in-laws. I had just put my two sons to sleep and it was about 11 at night, my hand phone rang. My mom was on the other line. She sounds calm but she said that she could not move her left half of her body. She was watching t.v and had a headache and the next thing she knew half of her body felt so heavy and could not moved. Luckily her hand phone was on a nearby coffee table. She tried to stand but felled on the floor. She forced herself to reach the phone and called me. I have the spare keys to her house.

In a panic manner, hubby and I search for the spare keys. When you are in a hurry, you just could not find those keys. It used to be laying around some where. As we were searching, my mom kept calling and asked what took us so long but it was less than five minutes to me. At last we found the key and hubby drove to her house, which took about thirty minutes to reach her place. I called my sister too, but her place is even further so I told her to meet us in the hospital.

Hubby thought that he was huge enough to carry my mom as she is just a medium sized lazy, no need for an ambulance. I stayed at home as there was no one available to take care of my young sons that night. Hubby said he had a hard time helping my mom into the car. My sister was already at the hospital waiting.

That night she had to go through a lot of scanning etc so the Doctor advice us all to visit her the next day. The very next morning, the minute we reach her bed she is already joking and laughing and explaining what she went through and how the MRI machine sounded like the sewing machine that we used to have. Her face muscles had gone back to normal but her left leg and hand was a bit tight. Doctor recommended that we get a physiotherapy to help her walk and move left hand and leg again.

I remembered she was discharged very soon. My sister and I took turn sending her to Chinese acupuncture and on certain days a physiotherapy would drop by her place to help her recover. She is a fast learner and with her character of laughing at just about anything under the sun, she had a speedy recovery. Even the doctors couldn't believe it and praise her for her speedy recovery. But then of course the western practitioner was not informed of the acupuncture treatment she was getting at the same time.

Anyway, she still can't walk or do stuffs as fast as she used too. She always does stuff in a hurry and walk like a bullet train. Maybe this is God's way of asking her to slow down. We appreciate her more now but till to-date we still don't celebrate mother's day with her, but we would eat out with her occasionally. Well, besides Mother's Day we have so many other reason to celebrate and be together and eat out or go on trips together once in a while.

Thanks for reading. Just want to share with you what Mother's Day mean to me. Everyday could be Mother's Day if you be around your mom and appreciate her and be grateful that you have one. Imagine there are lots of others who will never know what a mother's love is. My heart goes all out to those people. Happy Mother's Day to all mommies out there.

Helping a robbery

When I was young, we stayed in a two room flat, walk up apartment with no lift, with my grandma, mum and sister. All the units shared a common corridor. There is only one door leading to each unit, that is through the kitchen. So our unit's kitchen faces the kitchen of the opposite unit. At the end of the common corridor at both end, is the stairs.

The unit opposite ours, lived an elderly lady in her late forties. She stays alone. She goes out to work at about ten in the morning and be back late at night. One day, a boy, around 19 or so, came and stayed with her. She told us that he is her son, from outstation and will be staying with her for a few days. During his stay, he was quite polite, would always smile and say hi when ever he sees one of us.

Few days after he moved out, he came back, one afternoon, on a week day, with few friends and look like they were snooping around the house. My sister and I were at school. The lady opposite was at work and so was my mum. He turn around and saw my grandma cooking in the kitchen. He came over to our house and told grandma that he had left something very important in the house and his mum could not rush home in time. He said he is going to break the pad lock and need to borrow a hammer. He also said that he had called his mum and she don't mind him breaking the lock.

In just seconds, he broke the lock and went in the house with a friend, while another friend kept watch at the gate. Within few minutes, he came out and even return the hammer and thank grandma for it. He left in a hurry.

Few hours later the lady came home and was shock that her house was broken into. She asked around if anyone had seen anything and grandma told her everything. It must be difficult to accept being robbed my her own son. I can't remember if she made a police report.

Same thing happened to my neighbor few years back. The elderly couple came home at night after work to find their room being ransacked. Made a police report. There was no sign of break in. After thorough investigation, found out that he was robbed by his own son.

Guess it must be devastating to be robbed by their own flesh and blood, that adorable little fellow whom they nurtured and cared for, that had suddenly turned into a monster overnight. Maybe there are signs that indicates that this might happen but like most parents, they could either be in denial or ignorant to acknowledged. Poor folks, hope this never happen to any one of us.

Thanks for reading. Really an eye opening tale for me.

Robbery In Disguise

Last year during the recession, robberies were high. Every week someone from my neighborhood was either robbed, mugged on the street or their whole house rob and ransacked. There was this unique robbery that happens to one of my friend staying just few blocks away from my house.

They stayed in a single storey terrace house facing a community field (a children playground). They have the habit of eating out every weekend without fail. Guess the robbers and even all the neighbors would had noticed this.

One fine Saturday as they were getting ready to go out for dinner, my friend's husband noticed this particular car had parked next to the field directly opposite his house for some time now that day. He blurry sees a male and a female in the car. He knows that car does not belong to any of his neighbor. To him, perhaps these couple, or maybe love bird, just needed a quiet place to chat. Off he drove to the restaurant.

Within seconds, this male and female followed by another male broke into their house quietly from the front. The girl open the gate, going into the porch, wide and started spaying water at the dog. The dog ran to the field and stayed there. (Hope you understand how Malaysian houses look like). Within seconds, they were in the house. The 2 males quickly emptied all drawers into their bags and grab all valuables that they could find. In the meantime, the female (in her twenties) switch on all the lights and start wiping the furniture with a cloth, as if she was spring cleaning.

Some neighbors saw her doing that and didn't suspect a thing, even though she don't look familiar. Not until one of the neighbor noticed the 3 of them leaving the house with 3 big bags and knifes in hand. They look like they were in a hurry. He immediately phone my friend.

It all happen so fast that my friend had not even reach the restaurant. They reported the case to police. They were shock when neighbors told him what they saw. Even their young son's piggy bank was stolen too. We are now more aware and alert when we see aliens in the neighborhood.

Hope this never happen to anyone of us. Thanks for reading.