my morning dose

I only listen to the radio a few minutes in the morning, when driving to LRT station. Before Sinar FM, I listen to Light and Easy. People call me an "old timer". I love retros. Never enjoyed Siti Nurhaliza or other young singers. Ok, back to Sinar. The few minutes of Sinar in my car, I do like the subjects of the morning shows, except for last year when Halim continuosly highlighted to pre-marriage of Siti Nurhaliza. Bored of it. And those callers who keep teasing Halim "bila nak kahwin" thingy. Gosh, Halim should do something about that.

I have always wanted to call Halim and Rina but I'm sure the line would be congested. Don't want to waste my prepaid either. I choose to be a silent listener:)

If only I could call them, I would do so on Friday. Friday has always my emotional and gloomy day. Would I want to share my emotions with Sinar listeners? What value would it give me?

Yesterday morning's theme was "pengalaman tertinggi yang dicapai". I would say it was my Kinabalu climb on November 20,2006. I walked alone for three hours, battling with myself, asking time and time again, why I am doing this? Why am I torturing myself? It was the longest walk ever, EVER. The longest battle with myself. I came to discover my trueself and potentials. I keep telling myself it was "mind over matters", "slowly but surely". Flashes of my children keep coming, every minute. I was totally confused why am doing all this. I prayed and meditated, God please help me to conquer the peak. I gave up countless times. I apologised to those who have sponsored my trip. I was the last to arrive. Alhamdulillah I made it, the very hard way! Been there, done that and I'll never do it again, no THANK YOU!

This morning Rina was alone. The theme was something about "Father's Day". Quickly I recalled memories with my late father. My relationship with my father was not very sweet. The tremendous thing he did was to insist that I go to an English medium school, so that "kamu pandai cakap orang putih". Yes, both he and I succeeded. I went to a Methodist school in Ipoh, knowing nothing about English. I remembered my father subscribed to New Straits Times, that was how I picked up English.

If only father is here, I would like to thank him for where I am now. Feel like tuning in to Michael Buble's HOME. Suddenly I missed every one who has touched my life. Sigh..

To Halim and Rina, thank you. Your morning talks has somehow made me think and write. Don't worry Halim, you will still be bujang tersegak. I like your voice Rina. At least both of you are hundred times better than Shida. She made me believe a bad stammer could be a DJ. Can't stand her host on weekends. Thank you Halim and Rina, you made my day:)