Looking for money

Everyone is looking for money. A bunch of adult people next to us in the cyber cafe were making noise in front of internet. All of us were distracted. How am I going to write stories when they are making noise? This is nuisance....This is an abuse of human right.....They are actually busy tranferring points and money from their internet investment accounts to maybank2u. They are concentrating with their investments. How far can these schemes survive? Everyone is chasing money like there is no tomorrow. God, help me...

My Hope

I am not a computer savvy eventhough I was in the telecommunications industry for ages. Somehow, I feel left out, especially today. I am sitting next to my daughter, Lala, a beautiful 17 year old girl with her two childhood friends, Sara and Lina. I feel like I am 17!!! Oohh...That's too much for an antique to feel 17. Why do I feel left out? Coz, they are very much attached to the net, when I am struggling and juggling with the keyboard and the url.... Mommy was trying to reach out the ministries' names when the girls are very contented with songs.... Is internet is all about songs, friensters and chats? WHere is human interaction then? Back when I was 17, I jumped from one bus to another visiting friends in their hometowns. I was once at Sungai Haji Dorani, Sabak Bernam, with Chipan and Ardeem, visited Achik, our classmate, and her father's big padi field. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery back then... I still keep the pictures...Me in my sarung, trying to act as an innocent kampung girl, but fell down into the 'batas'.... Only to see my sarung was full with mud and the buffalo smiled at me....

My Story

Today, after so long, I start writing again. I love to write, but most of the time, I am very occupied. With.... everything and everybody.... I hope my writing will be better than those years. I hope my writing will give the readers inspiration. I hope my writing will be an avenue for me to let out what I feel, what I think and what I hope.....