Thursday, November 24, 2011

Kursus Asas Menggubah Bunga Artificial

Malasnya nak susun gambar ni mengikut turutan. So I cerita jelah secara ringkas ya.

Salah satu gubahan bunga oleh team peserta lain hari ini.


Macam saya yang gubah sorang. Actually saya dan rakan saya Yan satu pasukan hari ni.



Yan berposing dengan gubahan bentuk 'S', hasil team lain.


Gubahan semalam - Hiasan pintu.


Gubahan bentuk segitiga semalam.


Gubahan hari pertama - Centrepiece.


This is where it all happened. Kolej Komuniti Selayang. Bayar RM20 untuk kursus 3 hari dan boleh bawa balik 2 gubahan. Mana nak cari beb!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Embak menyusun bunga!

Hari ini hari kedua Embak mengikuti kursus asas menyusun bunga artifisyel di Kolej Komuniti Selayang. Semalam kami belajar buat bunga "centre piece" untuk meja makan/meja kopi. Hari ini bunga segitiga dan bunga hiasan pintu. Esok hari terakhir susun untuk jamabangan besar.

Esok aje Embak letak gambar-gambar hasil kerjatangan Embak ye.

Kursus-kursus Pengajian Sepanjang Hayat 1 Malaysia boleh dilihat di sini -http://www.kkselayang.edu.my/ms/psh_terbaru.html

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Knitting Yourself Together by Katherine Walsh


Embak is turning into a knitting nut these days. I found the following write-up to be absolutely true. (The accompanying picture is one of my beginner's projects).


By Kat Welsh

A knitter once told me this joke:

One day, a young woman goes to her priest with some questions.
"Father," she asks, "may I pray while I knit?" "Of course, my child!" the priest responds. He is delighted that this young woman seems to understand the necessity of constant prayer, the instruction to pray without ceasing.The young woman, too, is pleased with the conversation thus far, and so she decides to continue.
"So Father," she adds, "may I knit while I pray?" "Absolutely not!" the priest exclaims.

This story, while obviously taking a light-hearted approach, hints at the deep relationship that many knitters feel between knitting and spirituality or meditation. The physical motions involved in knitting certainly lend themselves to a contemplative or even trance-like state. Knitting is repetitive, especially in its simpler forms. It does, however, take a certain amount of concentration. As a result, the knitter can find part of her mind wandering while the rest stays centered on the movements of her hands, the particulars of her pattern.

Sally Melville addresses this issue in her book The Knitting Experience, Book 1: The Knit Stitch.

"We are a left-brain dominant society . . . we need to get out of the dominant full-of-rules left brain and into the more innovative, solution-advancing right brain. And we get into the right brain by engaging in activites that are:

* physically repetitive
* intellectually undemanding
* visually stimulating

This explains the wonderful place to which my mind goes when I'm knitting. " I first discovered this "wonderful place" and the power of knitting as a companion to contemplation on a rainy afternoon. I find that one of the best ways to put myself in a meditative mood is to take a walk outside. However, there are certain days when it's just not very pleasant to be outside. I needed an alternative practice for those days.

One day, it occurred to me to try knitting. It worked! The repetitive motions of my hands were the perfect substitute for the repetitive motions of my body while walking. The knitting kept me busy and centered but freed my mind and heart to dance around whatever issues or problems were currently bothering me. I say "dance around," and not "think about," because while the needles were in my hands, I found that they provided a certain distance between me and the problems of my daily life-even those problems that had seemed so huge, so all-encompassing just hours or minutes before.

I soon learned that this distance gave me more than just a blessed reprieve from worry. As I sat quietly and knit, my mind would slowly calm. Soon, ideas and worries would start to bubble up to the surface one by one, slowly, instead of all together in a furious boil. I found that if I simply acknowledged them and then let them simmer, rather than try to actively concentrate on them, amazing things would happen. Vague hints of solutions would begin to appear in my subconscious. By refusing to think too hard, I could open my mind to all sorts of answers that I would never have considered otherwise.

Most importantly, I would gradually come to a feeling of peace, of hope or anticipation or contentment. My mood after a knitting session is virtually always drastically improved over how I was feeling before I picked up the needles that day. Even when the problems that worried me were essentially out of my control-war, for example-or insoluble, such as grief for the loss of a loved one, after knitting for a while, they would seem less horrible, less terrifying. Quite simply, knitting made me feel better.

Never one to leave well enough alone, I decided I needed to know why this was. The fact can seem so obvious that we don't even consider the reason behind it; why should knitting make us feel better? On the most basic level, knitting is doing something, and we almost always feel better when we are accomplishing something, anything. Knitting can also provide an escape. By losing ourselves in a particularly challenging pattern or stitch, we can shut out our worries for a time.

This sort of escapism can be found in many other activities as well, like cooking or reading. But while concocting an elaborate meal or curling up with a novel usually makes me feel better for a little while, neither seem to have the lasting effects that knitting has. The peace they bring is more superficial, more fleeting. Why, then, is knitting so particularly suited to soothing away problems and bringing peace?

The answer to this lies at the very heart of the craft, and is so obvious that we all too often overlook it entirely. Think for a moment about what is happening in the actual, physical process of knitting. The knitter takes a strand of yarn and manipulates it, as if by magic, into a piece of cloth with shape and texture. From what is basically a piece of string, using only a few sticks, comes an object, a real thing of warmth and beauty.

Knitting isn't really magic, though. And this is the most important part. This amazing transformation of some raw materials into a useful, beautiful, and unique knitted object is done with the knitter's own hands. When your project is done, you can show it to the people around you and tell them "I made this." That alone is extremely empowering.

But it's not just about a sense of accomplishment, either. When we knit a ball of yarn into a sweater, we are constructing a whole, bit by bit, stitch by stitch. We can go as slowly as we like, but each stitch is progress. When we make mistakes, we can go back and fix them-or we can decide that we actually like them perfectly well as they are, thank you very much. Both approaches involve a great deal of courage-the courage to admit our mistakes and take the time to fix them, or the courage to accept our imperfections and blaze our own trails.

Knitting teaches us self-confidence, and establishes us firmly as co-creators of our worlds. We soon find that what we can do with yarn, we can do also with our lives. Knitting prepares us to take the plunge into living fully and actively participating in our lives. If we can take some yarn and sticks and make a beautiful warm sweater, we can certainly construct our own happiness.

The self-actualization that knitting brings is most fully realized when we knit for ourselves. In her delightful book Zen and the Art of Knitting, Bernadette Murphy writes:

"And when I knit for myself, the resulting sweater is a tangible reminder that I can make my own warmth in what is often a cold world. When I knit, as when I write, I find myself in ecstatic participation in a divinely animated world."

So what are you waiting for? Knitter, heal thyself. Knit a sweater or shawl that will be both a literal and a metaphorical token of the warmth, beauty, and peace that you have the power to create for yourself. Pick a pattern that you find truly beautiful, or even create your own. Choose soft, luxurious yarn in beautiful colors. Make sure that both the process and the product bring you joy. Don't work on this particular project when you are in a bad mood or going through a difficult time, or you will always associate that negativity with your knitting. Instead, turn your negative energy into something positive for the world by using some charity knitting to get through the anger or sadness.

Work on your healing project when you are feeling positive and hopeful. Put on some comforting music or a favorite old movie, make yourself a cup of tea or coffee, put your feet up, and knit yourself an enduring symbol of your ability to knit yourself together.

BIBLIOGRAPHY

Melville, Sally. The Knitting Experience, Book 1: The Knit Stitch. XRX Books, 2002.
Murphy, Bernadette. Zen and the Art of Knitting. Adams Media Corporation, 2002.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Katherine Welsh is a knitter and writer living in New Hampshire with her roommate and the most beautiful kitten in the universe, who enjoys helping her mommy knit and type.


UPDATE: This booty will keep me busy at least for the next 2 years.

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Apa ada dengan air kolah Masjid Ulu



Pada hari Ahad yang lepas, Embak bersama keluarga balik ke Melaka untuk beraya dengan saudara-mara. Terlanjur ke sana, seorang saudara mengirim pesan agar kami ambilkan air kolah Masjid Ulu. Kami sampai di masjid tertua di Malaysia ini yang terletak di tengah bandar Melaka kira-kira jam 11 pagi. Embak duduk dalam kereta sementara wakil kami masuk ke dalam.

Ramai orang rupa-rupanya yang datang ke masjid tersebut walaupun belum masuk waktu Zohor. Dan kebanyakan mereka keluar dengan bekas air. Ternyatalah mereka datang ke situ untuk mengambil air kolah.

Yang Embak musykil, apa yang istimewanya air kolah Masjid Ulu ini? Saudara Embak yang mengirim air tersebut mahukan air itu untuk basuh kakinya yang tidak kuat lagi agar dia dapat berjalan semula. Tak tahulah orang-orang yang lain. Embak sebenarnya sangat takut kalau orang ramai menganggap air itu ada "kelebihan". Bukankah air zamzam di Masjid al Haram sahaja yang bersifat syifa'? Semoga Allah melindung kita semua dari terjebak ke dalam sebarang perbuatan syirik, samada sedar atau tidak.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Tulips Galore






We were so lucky that we were in time for the tulip season in Turkey. When we first caught sight of these flowers from the bus, the women in the bus got very excited. They lined the streets and roundabouts; they made the cafes and mosques more picturesque; they were everywhere and came in multi-colours. By the time we ended the tour nine days later, the tulips were wilting and making way for roses.

We always associated tulips with Holland, but the truth is tulips originated from Turkey. Bulbs were brought to Vienna from Istanbul in the 1500s and started the craze for tulips in Europe. In Holland, the interest was so intense that brought about the "Tulip Mania" when people invested in tulips like people do now in high-tech stocks.

Credit to Lin Ajis for the last 3 pictures.

Pamukkale









Pamukkale means Cotton Castle. It is named for the hot springs, travertines, and terraces of carbonate minerals that measure around 9000 feet long, and 500 feet high upon which the ancient city of Hierapolis was built. It is located in the Denizli Province of southwestern Turkey and was named a UNESCO world heritage site in 1988.

Hierapolis was founded as a thermal spa early in the second century BC by the Romans, and the city was named to honour Hiera, wife of Telephos. Many patients came to stay in Hierapolis to soak in the pools as prescribed by their doctors for their ailments and they formed a thriving city until a series of earthquakes demolished the city in the 12th century.

When we reached Pamukkale, it was near sundown and raining so we could just see from our bus what looked like a snow-covered hill.

The next morning, our bus took us up the hill, and the view from up there was spectacular. We soaked our eyes in the view and our feet in the thermal pool.

The weather was cool so the European tourists came decently clothed. The Turkish tourist police force was very quick with the whistle whenever they see anyone going in the pool with footwear on.

There were remnants of Roman architecture and a museum there but we didn't have enough time to explore them. Gah! That's the peril of travelling with a tour group. We had to hurry to catch the next destination.

The pictures are grey because they were taken between 7 and 8 plus a.m. and the weather was cloudy until we hit the roads. (The first two pictures are courtesy of fellow traveller, Lin Ajis, the one in white coat).

Anecdotes from Turkey - Yogurt, honey and poppy seeds





Turkey is breathtakingly beautiful. I wonder how the Turks can take it; to me it is almost intoxicating. The country is thronged by tourists round the year that led me to believe that tourism is the country's number one income generator. But no; it is agriculture. It was very evident throughout our travel; the land is always planted with one crop or another like wheat, cherries, grapes, hazel nuts or olives. Even the lands that are covered in stones will be made workable after the farmers clear them patiently by hand-picking the pebbles, sometimes over years. They produce so much food that they export to all over the world.

On our way to Konya from Pamukkale, our local tour guide stopped the bus in a village for us to sample yogurt with honey and poppy seed. See photo. It's delicious. The poppy seeds add crunchiness and a nutty taste to the yogurt. A serving costs 5 Turkish Lira. I was contemplating to buy the poppy seeds but was worried of the Malaysian Customs at KLIA. My guide told us that once, he took an extra helping of the poppy seeds which resulted in him not remembering what happened the rest of the day.

Poppy in that village is planted with the blessings of the government solely for the patronage of their Ministry of Health. One time, our tour guide stopped his tour bus near a field of poppy and some tour members went after the flowers. Soon after, a truck full of armed villagers swerved by. So he advised us not to pick the flowers should we stop afterwards. But we were not so lucky; the villagers have just harvested the crop; otherwise we would've seen carpet after carpet of red flowers. The photo I enclose here is a patch of wild poppy flowers we saw at Hierapolis.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Data Security

I stumbled upon this piece, and I like it.



Credit goes to Custador, at unreasonablefaith.com.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

On 4th day of January...

..I went to Kemaman! Say what? Yup! 'Twas a one-day trip to and fro, y'all. A friend drove, so I sat comfortably, chatted with my driver buddy and enjoyed the scenery. With the new highway, a trip from KL shoul take only 3 hours. But ours was over 4 hours, because my friend drove below or at the speed limit, and I suspect at some point we got off the highway and took the trunk road instead.

Once we reached Kemaman, we headed straight to the famous Hai Peng coffee shop which has operated since 1940. I know it's famous and all, but I still find it surprising that a lot of Malays patronized the shop. It's Trengganu folks, aren't they more orthodox that we KLites? But according to my buddy, in the days of old, the shop served as a pit stop for fishermen returning from the sea. The taukey brewed his own coffee and the nasi dagang and kuih-muih were commissioned from the kampong ladies. The tradition carries on and now they also serve non-fishermen, like me! I ordered traditional kopi-o kawkaw, toast with kaya and margarine, and best of all, yummy nasi dagang. Sedak belako... Definitely a must when you come to Kemaman.



We then tended to business that took less than 30 minutes, then headed home. Just after the arch that demarcates the border of Trengganu and Pahang, we stopped for the obligitary keropok/sata shopping to be presented to our loved ones back home as proof that we indeed went to Kemaman.

When we stopped for solat I discovered that my spine had been realligned from sitting too long in the car. Looks like I have to sleep on the floor tonight.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Beckoning the New Year...

I slept the night before amidst the thunder of fireworks. On 1st January, 2011 after breakfast, I watched The Social Network -- excellent, excellent movie about the founder of Facebook. Right after it, I went online and deactivated my Facebook account. I felt strangely liberated.

At about 4 pm, my friend Peanut, her auntie and I drove to Banting to see a friend who is recuperating from a surgery. It has been 10 days since her gall bladder removal; thus she was strong enough to take us to the famous kerepek haunt in Sungai Lang. En route, she pointed to us the office of the infamous lawyer awaiting trial for the sensational killing of 4 persons or more last year which stands right opposite the gleaming Banting district Police HQ.

There are many kerepek enterprises in Sg Lang, but my friend chose to take us to Fazz Enterprise. Its "Kerepek House" -- its retail/wholesale outlet is situated in between the homes of its proprietor. My friend remembered the house then was a typical kampung style wooden house. From the internet I researched that the business was set up in 1983, and it managed to penetrate foreign markets with its kerepeks, until the year 2000 when domestic demand was so great that it was enough for the company. Since then, that wooden house has grown into two identical (wink, wink) brick and mortar bungalows.

When I was there, there was a steady stream of buyers who came to shop. They, probably, like us, were happy to bring something of Banting back to KL. There were a few Chinese too (getting ready for Chinese New Year?). Subhanallah! Walhamdulillah! I am happy to see its success.

Co-incidentally, Fazz Enterprise Kerepek House was patronized by arwah Datuk Sosilawati on 30th August 2010 just shortly before her gruesome murder.