Assalamualaikum and hello friends,
I would like to let you know that I will be joining the Malaysia International Halal Showcase (MIHAS) ... i.e. HALAL Hub which will be held from 10am - 7pm 9 - 13 May (9-11 May will be for corporate and companies and 12-13 open for public 9 can bring children) at KLCC Convention Centre.My BOOTH NO C03 . My company name is NURGINIAS ENTERPRISE and our label is MARRIIN. Please inform your friends and family and you are most welcome to come and see me personally there. Your support for the growth of HALAL products especially produced by small bumiputera entrepreneur like me will be highly appreciated.
OUR PRODUCTS
STEAMED FRUIT CAKES: FROZEN/ FRESH
3 flavours: mixed fruit, prunes & blackcurrants , dates & blackcurrants
Frozen - expire 2 years
PIES: FROZEN
4 Flavours: Chicken creamy, steak meat, chicken curry and apple. Party/mini size.
Frozen - expire 2 years
SPAGHETTI/PASTA SAUCE - BOTTLED
Sauce suitable for spaghetti/pasta, lasagna, pizza base and as dipping sauce. suitable for vegetarian
Keep for 1 year.
CHUTNEYS- BOTTLED
3 Flavours: Sweet and sour mixed fruit (acar buah), sweet mango and savory salted fish (sea bream).
Keep for 1 year
Eyerin binti Nasir
Pengurus dan Chef
Nurginias Enterprise
019-3618512 / 017-8858017
Website: www.nurginias. com
*posted on behalf of SK Eyerin Nasir
Monday, May 7, 2007
Definisi Cinta dalam Keluarga
Apakah agaknya definisi CINTA yang ditafsirkan oleh Isteri, Suami dan Anak? Mari kita kongsi bersama.
Definisi Cinta oleh Isteri:
Setiap isteri memerlukan cinta suami. Rasa cinta ini perlu diluahkan juga sekali-sekala dengan kata-kata lemah lembut dan manis, walaupun sudah ditunjukkan dengan perbuatan. Rasa cinta ini juga membolehkan si isteri atau ibu berkorban apa sahaja demi suami dan anak-anaknya, walaupun dibatasi dengan tenaga dan akal fikiran yang lemah, berbanding lelaki.Cinta itu dieja oleh isteri dengan C.I.N.T.A.
Definisi Cinta oleh Suami:
Ramai yang berpendapat, yang paling utama bagi suami ialah hubungan kelamin. Namun, itu tidak 100 peratus benar. Setiap suami, yang paling utama ditagih daripada isteri dan ahli keluarganya ialah rasa hormat. Biar tinggi mana kedudukan isteri, atau biarlah suami berada di pihak yang salah. Mereka lebih gemar dihormati terlebih dahulu sebelum mengakui kesalahan mereka. Contohnya, apabila pertengkaran berlaku antara suami dan isteri, walaupun isteri di pihak yang benar dan suami sebaliknya, adalah lebih baik sekiranya isteri mengalah terlebih dahulu, menenangkan hati suami, sebelum memperjelaskan apa yang perlu. Begitulah rasa hormat itu boleh diterbitkan, daripada sama-sama meninggi suara demi mempertahankan pendirian masing-masing. Rasa tidak dihormati ini bakal mengundang situasi yang lebih memudaratkan.Cinta dieja oleh suami dengan H.O.R.M.A.T.
Definisi Cinta oleh Anak daripada Ibubapa:
Anak-anak walau diberi limpah harta benda dan wang ringgit, tetap tidak akan merasa nikmat cinta ibubapa sekiranya tidak diluangkan masa bersama mereka. Namun, tidak bererti ibubapa tidak perlu berusaha keras untuk memenuhi keperluan material mereka. Ada petua yang mengatakan bahawa anak-anak yang dihantar oleh ibu atau bapanya ke sekolah, akan lebih berjaya. Kata-kata yang diluahkan juga perlu mengambil kira hati dan perasaan mereka yang teramat sensitif dan memberi kesan mendalam terutamanya jika diluahkan oleh ibubapa mereka.Oleh itu, cinta dieja oleh anak-anak dengan M.A.S.A.
Posting on behalf of Ira9094
Definisi Cinta oleh Isteri:
Setiap isteri memerlukan cinta suami. Rasa cinta ini perlu diluahkan juga sekali-sekala dengan kata-kata lemah lembut dan manis, walaupun sudah ditunjukkan dengan perbuatan. Rasa cinta ini juga membolehkan si isteri atau ibu berkorban apa sahaja demi suami dan anak-anaknya, walaupun dibatasi dengan tenaga dan akal fikiran yang lemah, berbanding lelaki.Cinta itu dieja oleh isteri dengan C.I.N.T.A.
Definisi Cinta oleh Suami:
Ramai yang berpendapat, yang paling utama bagi suami ialah hubungan kelamin. Namun, itu tidak 100 peratus benar. Setiap suami, yang paling utama ditagih daripada isteri dan ahli keluarganya ialah rasa hormat. Biar tinggi mana kedudukan isteri, atau biarlah suami berada di pihak yang salah. Mereka lebih gemar dihormati terlebih dahulu sebelum mengakui kesalahan mereka. Contohnya, apabila pertengkaran berlaku antara suami dan isteri, walaupun isteri di pihak yang benar dan suami sebaliknya, adalah lebih baik sekiranya isteri mengalah terlebih dahulu, menenangkan hati suami, sebelum memperjelaskan apa yang perlu. Begitulah rasa hormat itu boleh diterbitkan, daripada sama-sama meninggi suara demi mempertahankan pendirian masing-masing. Rasa tidak dihormati ini bakal mengundang situasi yang lebih memudaratkan.Cinta dieja oleh suami dengan H.O.R.M.A.T.
Definisi Cinta oleh Anak daripada Ibubapa:
Anak-anak walau diberi limpah harta benda dan wang ringgit, tetap tidak akan merasa nikmat cinta ibubapa sekiranya tidak diluangkan masa bersama mereka. Namun, tidak bererti ibubapa tidak perlu berusaha keras untuk memenuhi keperluan material mereka. Ada petua yang mengatakan bahawa anak-anak yang dihantar oleh ibu atau bapanya ke sekolah, akan lebih berjaya. Kata-kata yang diluahkan juga perlu mengambil kira hati dan perasaan mereka yang teramat sensitif dan memberi kesan mendalam terutamanya jika diluahkan oleh ibubapa mereka.Oleh itu, cinta dieja oleh anak-anak dengan M.A.S.A.
Posting on behalf of Ira9094
Sunday, May 6, 2007
I am Muslim 2 - Other Voices: Yours
Salam
Some of you may know that I am working with Dina Zaman on an extension of her book, I am Muslim, which I also know some of you have read. I'd like to use this space to ask fellow Srikandis to consider contributing to the new project, called I am Muslim 2: Other Voices - Yours.
Do visit our website. Instructions on how you can contribute are there. Or email the team at iammuslimbook-at-gmail-dot-com.
Lastly, a hefty terima kasih to those who have contributed. You know who you are.
Idlan
SK94
Some of you may know that I am working with Dina Zaman on an extension of her book, I am Muslim, which I also know some of you have read. I'd like to use this space to ask fellow Srikandis to consider contributing to the new project, called I am Muslim 2: Other Voices - Yours.
Do visit our website. Instructions on how you can contribute are there. Or email the team at iammuslimbook-at-gmail-dot-com.
Lastly, a hefty terima kasih to those who have contributed. You know who you are.
Idlan
SK94
Saturday, May 5, 2007
My Alma Mater
30th June-2July 2006. It was my old school's 50th year celebration then. And I, not wanting to miss the event, went back to the school, which was about 5 hours ride by bus from my home. My 2 best friends (Elin & Tie) and I purposely went by bus, just to capture the feelings of being a schoolgirl again. Even though many months have past, the memory never fades. Here are some of the photos taken and I know it was not much. Some photos were too blurred and not worth sharing here.
Now that the schooldays were far behind, the friendship bond formed between each of us remains and may it never be broken. Let the srikandi spirit flows eh?
The song below was our farewell song during the last few days of high school 17 years ago. This song was originally sung by Alan Parsons. Every time I hear this song, it brings tears to my eyes. Hope you enjoy the song as much as I do.
*Posting on behalf of SK Leena '89
Now that the schooldays were far behind, the friendship bond formed between each of us remains and may it never be broken. Let the srikandi spirit flows eh?
The song below was our farewell song during the last few days of high school 17 years ago. This song was originally sung by Alan Parsons. Every time I hear this song, it brings tears to my eyes. Hope you enjoy the song as much as I do.
Old and Wise
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go
CHORUS
And oh when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go
CHORUS
And oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go
CHORUS
And oh when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go
CHORUS
And oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
*Posting on behalf of SK Leena '89
Friday, May 4, 2007
Greetings Lovely Srikandis!
This is supposed to be the introductory entry for this Srikandi Cyber meeting place. Firstly, Assalamualaikum and wishing a very pleasant day to all readers. Initiating and moderating this blog is one of the highlights of my life. I feel honored and glad for the opportunity to gather as many budding and established writers among Srikandis. If we were to combine the years of wisdom among us, it could total up to more than tens of thousands, I guess.
This blog was started as part of the STFOGA branding initiatives currently lead by SK Sharifah Zaida Nurlisha. SK Hanazita ’91, SK Azlul Adilah ’92 and I, SK Dayang ’91 were entrusted with setting up and managing this blog. This blog was created in less than an hour upon receiving the instruction via email, thanks to IT technology and free cyber space!
Currently we are still in the midst of identifying and inviting potential and interested authors who are willing to contribute to the blog. We are not being specific on the content type and format, as this is a casual meeting place for Srikandis. We’re hoping that this can become something like a community board where Srikandis share our thoughts, musings, announcements, advertisements, promotions, news and broadcasts. Dilemmas and anger management kind of entries are also accepted and hopefully we can get a Cik Sri Siantan in the house, too!
On a more positive side, look at this blog as an extension to our existing Yahoo! groups that have done wonders to the society for the past few years.
So, why wait? I know you have got something to say here. Every posting is important to us. Email us so that we could invite you as contributors or simply drop us an email containing your entry and we’ll take care of the publishing part. Happy blogging!
This blog was started as part of the STFOGA branding initiatives currently lead by SK Sharifah Zaida Nurlisha. SK Hanazita ’91, SK Azlul Adilah ’92 and I, SK Dayang ’91 were entrusted with setting up and managing this blog. This blog was created in less than an hour upon receiving the instruction via email, thanks to IT technology and free cyber space!
Currently we are still in the midst of identifying and inviting potential and interested authors who are willing to contribute to the blog. We are not being specific on the content type and format, as this is a casual meeting place for Srikandis. We’re hoping that this can become something like a community board where Srikandis share our thoughts, musings, announcements, advertisements, promotions, news and broadcasts. Dilemmas and anger management kind of entries are also accepted and hopefully we can get a Cik Sri Siantan in the house, too!
On a more positive side, look at this blog as an extension to our existing Yahoo! groups that have done wonders to the society for the past few years.
So, why wait? I know you have got something to say here. Every posting is important to us. Email us so that we could invite you as contributors or simply drop us an email containing your entry and we’ll take care of the publishing part. Happy blogging!
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Seminar Kementerian Sumber Manusia berkenaan dgn peluang pekerjaan
Terima kasih K.Dilla for inviting me as one of the contributor. Adalah cerita sket2, samada berkenaan Srikandi, sekolah, pancaragam, sukan, jenaka mahupun hal ehwal semasa.
Tapi untuk posting kali ni, nak ajak sisters to join the event below:
Seminar Kementerian Sumber Manusia berkenaan dgn peluang pekerjaan
Fees : FREE
Venue : Ground Floor, Parcel D (Kementerian Sumber Manusia) Putrajaya
Time : 10:30am
Date : 16 May 2007 - Rabu
Seats available : 40
Penceramah : Pihak Kem. Sumber Manusia
Srikandi family members, anak2 Srikandi lepasan Universiti dijemput hadir. Jangan lepaskan peluang ini.
Untuk maklumat lanjut sila contact SK Ernie/Tom @ 0162231055 to confirm ur seats before 15 May 2007.
Tapi untuk posting kali ni, nak ajak sisters to join the event below:
Seminar Kementerian Sumber Manusia berkenaan dgn peluang pekerjaan
Fees : FREE
Venue : Ground Floor, Parcel D (Kementerian Sumber Manusia) Putrajaya
Time : 10:30am
Date : 16 May 2007 - Rabu
Seats available : 40
Penceramah : Pihak Kem. Sumber Manusia
Srikandi family members, anak2 Srikandi lepasan Universiti dijemput hadir. Jangan lepaskan peluang ini.
Untuk maklumat lanjut sila contact SK Ernie/Tom @ 0162231055 to confirm ur seats before 15 May 2007.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Gulai Lemak Pucuk Labu
The dark clouds hang low over the eastern sky. They have been gathering there for a couple of weeks now but the long awaited rain is still nowhere to be seen. The weather forecaster simply reads; 'Light shower is expected here and there in late afternoon' ... very unconvincing. Sometimes I think we have become too secular that we refer to the weather as quoted by the weather forecast. Perhaps I would feel more comfortable if it reads; Light shower is expected in the late afternoon, InsyaAllah... (I wonder if there was weather forecast on UAE or Suadi's tvs?, and whether they say InsyaAllah)
On ANZAC day I sacrificed my warmth 3-layered doonas with the freezing cold wind in my backyard. The 'light shower' was finally here. The late summer rain which brought some hailstorms into Canberra in February has turned my backyard into a savanna grassland (We sometimes imagine that our 2 cats are a leopard and a panther) Something good did happen though. Some pumpkin seedlings sprouted out of my compos. They grow lush and wild. It's too late for pumpkin but I let it grow anyway, hoping that I could pick up the shoots and make 'gulai lemak pucuk labu'. ...Hemmm... Gulai Lemak Pucuk Labu.
I'm also watching my 2 survival pumpkins growing bigger by the days. My very first pumpkins since I was 10 growing up on the rich soil of Tanjung Karang where anything you throw out of the window would turn into sweet juicy fruits or vegetables six months later (of course, discounting my red Johnson shoe or my kekabu doll handsewn by mum thrown out of the window by my big brother) I thought my mum cooked the best gulai lemak pucuk labu. Why shouldn't she? We had fresh coconut, organic pumpkin and pumpkin shoots.
I thought my mum was the best cook in the world until I went down south to live with some 300 or so girls from different parts of the country. That was when my taste buds started going haywire. Sometimes we had this meeting with our caretaker whom we called "matron". She was quite scary. Somehow, it was my first introduction to 'democracy'. During these meetings we got to elect our dorm committee, supper-room and dining committee etc. We could also voice out our grievances. Some seniors complained that the fried chicken tasted like plastic and the uniforms we sent to the laundry were shrunk and too crisp they cut our arm pits. I did not bother much about these meetings though, as I ate whatever was served and I looked forward particularly to the Wednesday lunch menu - nasi putih, gulai lemak pucuk labu, anak selar goreng and sambal tumis ikan bilis or telur . Yummm.....
Snip,snap,snip, snap.... I cut off the pumpkin shoots and throw them into my laundry basket. Ouch... they are too prickly, aren't they? How the hell did those 'makciks' in our hostel kitchen cook 'gulai lemak pucuk labu' for 300 young girls? Kak Zai said, 'You roll it between your palms'... ouch, ouch...OUCH!!!!!For the last 2 days the pumpkin shoots lay dead in my laundry basket. Like the rain, my gulai lemak pucuk labu is no where to be seen. Perhaps, I too should adjust my taste buds accordingly. Roast pumpkin and barbeque ribs or buttery pumpkin soup would do.
Whatever.
However, I shall remain,
Yours truly,
Maklabu
*posted on behalf of Maklabu
On ANZAC day I sacrificed my warmth 3-layered doonas with the freezing cold wind in my backyard. The 'light shower' was finally here. The late summer rain which brought some hailstorms into Canberra in February has turned my backyard into a savanna grassland (We sometimes imagine that our 2 cats are a leopard and a panther) Something good did happen though. Some pumpkin seedlings sprouted out of my compos. They grow lush and wild. It's too late for pumpkin but I let it grow anyway, hoping that I could pick up the shoots and make 'gulai lemak pucuk labu'. ...Hemmm... Gulai Lemak Pucuk Labu.
I'm also watching my 2 survival pumpkins growing bigger by the days. My very first pumpkins since I was 10 growing up on the rich soil of Tanjung Karang where anything you throw out of the window would turn into sweet juicy fruits or vegetables six months later (of course, discounting my red Johnson shoe or my kekabu doll handsewn by mum thrown out of the window by my big brother) I thought my mum cooked the best gulai lemak pucuk labu. Why shouldn't she? We had fresh coconut, organic pumpkin and pumpkin shoots.
I thought my mum was the best cook in the world until I went down south to live with some 300 or so girls from different parts of the country. That was when my taste buds started going haywire. Sometimes we had this meeting with our caretaker whom we called "matron". She was quite scary. Somehow, it was my first introduction to 'democracy'. During these meetings we got to elect our dorm committee, supper-room and dining committee etc. We could also voice out our grievances. Some seniors complained that the fried chicken tasted like plastic and the uniforms we sent to the laundry were shrunk and too crisp they cut our arm pits. I did not bother much about these meetings though, as I ate whatever was served and I looked forward particularly to the Wednesday lunch menu - nasi putih, gulai lemak pucuk labu, anak selar goreng and sambal tumis ikan bilis or telur . Yummm.....
Snip,snap,snip, snap.... I cut off the pumpkin shoots and throw them into my laundry basket. Ouch... they are too prickly, aren't they? How the hell did those 'makciks' in our hostel kitchen cook 'gulai lemak pucuk labu' for 300 young girls? Kak Zai said, 'You roll it between your palms'... ouch, ouch...OUCH!!!!!For the last 2 days the pumpkin shoots lay dead in my laundry basket. Like the rain, my gulai lemak pucuk labu is no where to be seen. Perhaps, I too should adjust my taste buds accordingly. Roast pumpkin and barbeque ribs or buttery pumpkin soup would do.
Whatever.
However, I shall remain,
Yours truly,
Maklabu
*posted on behalf of Maklabu
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