Hi....
I'm back...(that was quite fast,huh?)
Anyway,...went to the hospital today with Miza and M.I.L...remember ah!..M.I.L stands for mother in law... We were late,thanks to me,the famous perpetual late comer of the century.But still,they have to wait for me. Met up with Dr Chai Ping,whom I had a blast talking to,about M.I.L's condition. Everything went well,to my surprise.(Alhamdulillah jugak la....)Then,she had a blood test done to find out the level of her potassium and sodium in the system that will determine the future administration of her medicine.Chey.....ckp macam Dr Suhana,sey....
Then I met up with Suzana the Cardiac Case Manager and she thot that I was a teacher!..Bole jugak la....respect beb!...sekali gue speaking,...berabok!!!
Then,M.I.L sebok sangat nak cari Pak Adan yang kita pun tak tau da keluar dari hospital tu ke belom. So,after a tiring wait at the pharmacy to get her ubat and that's where I also renewed my nitrate, went up to the 5th floor in search of the beloved Pak Adan,pasal anyway pun,nak settle her outstanding bills that consists of the medisave claim from Jamaludin.There,kita cari Pak Adan macam nak rak...illek!...then,we enquired at the Patient Service Centre.Nothing..THEN......rupa2nya nama yang kita kasi salah...M.I.L asik teriak dia Pak Adan,...his real name was ADUN BIN HUSIN.....and he was already discharged on Wednesday....so,M.I.L felt disappointed pasal tak dapat bebual dengan bini Pak Adun,yg bernama Mak Ara jugak....kira tak dapat gossip la....then,terus I enquired balik about the blood test results and her preliminary findings proved to be stable enuff.....kalau gue cakap banyak2 sangat pasal itu medical terms kat sini pun bukan korang paham....hehe. Anyway,kita da bole balik and her next appointment will be on April,...one week after mine...,.so I rushed back.Muka Kak Mizah and M.I.L a bit senget la...i can understand that they were hungry and wanted to eat at the cafeteria... but I really gotta rush back pasal ada tuition......sorry,girls...So...off we go.in a taxi yang aircon dia pun macam hidup segan mati tak mau....FED UP....
Until my next post,
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*muah*
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Friday, 23 February 2007
A January Recap
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hi...
although it's already February,.my January was a month of temperamental chaos.Mum-in-law was hospitalised (yet again)on the nite of 21st,followed by my own girl, Ira,on the next day at the same hospital.Mum-in-law,in short,let's call her MIL. The reason she was brought in to the A&E was due to her usual spoof of diabetes and habitual pukes,only to find out later that she's got severe blockage in her arteries and was recommended to go for a bypass.Ira was in for prolonged fever after 2 visits to the GP failed to wipe out her viral flu.Whenever MIL was brought to the hospital,I became the resident 'famiy doctor' who will somehow always make the decision to call the paramedics to the scene,give detailed descriptions and sit on the passenger seat of the ambulance.It has become so often that on the last ride,one of the paramedics actually remembered me as a regular face of the A & E Department. MIL has a total of 5 sons and 2 daughters,all married,aged between 39 and 50.Still,they will need me to navigate the family.U think I talk big? U better believe that this is true.Largely due to the fact that I'm an aggressive pain-in-the-neck,laser-mouthed,impatient woman with a don't-mess-with-me attitude,plus,a strong knowledge of the medical field and terms,(if i can say so myself)I will always be the voice behind every family meetings,decision-making,and....u know what I mean.I always go forward because I can't wait forever for someone of a higher 'hierarchy' stand to come and grab the mike.It never happened.Timid?...I don't know.But over the years,I came to realize that not everybody has the guts to say his/her mind without bothering of what the other party will think/say about them.I am such a person.I don't bother to please people. I don't believe in being a hypocrite in pursuit of having people to like me.I say what I want,what I feel,of what I know,see and hear.It really is so frustrating when people don't say what they EXACTLY feel.Everybody seems to be in a race in being nice,although they can sometimes be the biggest hypocrite of all,in the process.I am a person who won't believe in the credibility of the number of your age. It's just a number.It doesn't guarantee the wisdom of an individual.They say u can always count on an adult for maturity.Well,guess what.?That is a whole load of crap.Age is- and -never will be the factor of maturity.What gives a person his/her maturity is their ability to think and act as a person of any given age or gender. He/she should be able to think and act as a child,as a teenager,as a youngster,as an adult or senior folk in various kinds of life's circumstances and straining issues.He/she should have the nerves of steel to apprehend and intercept any of life's hiccups that goes along the way,with sheer wisdom,courage,integrity,dignity,pride,belief,and an incredible,strong level of self-esteem without exercising prejudice and favouritism.
That's quite a mouthful.
Back to the issue,I have always catered to the needs of my in-laws.Although I would like to see the work being shouldered by the 'deserving' parties,it never seemed to be improving.Nobody came forward to 'take over' as I'm seen to be a person with an eye for details and no stones were left unturned when it comes to verbal family meetings.They would feel that anything they did would seem insufficient for me to approve of.I want people to learn as much as how I did.Nothing is impossible to be achieved if u have a keen interest to learn the ropes.MIL knew she is a whole load of mess inside but she was sceptical and,with all due respect,very very stubborn. She doesn't like to hang on to western practice of medicine.She doesn't abide by the rules on which a patient has to adhere to.The family and I tried our darnest to instill an awareness in her in the wake of her medical status.
She would refuse our help although she knew that we meant well..Everytime I want to reason with her,I would be seen as rude because I remained adamant in my stand not to give in to her self-destructing ways.It may seem to a bit tedious to cram abt 15 years of stories and occurrences into 1 solid posting. To summarise, I expect some sort of understanding,appreciation and support from her children..Sadly,I don't get that as much as u would expect. It was not until recently that I managed to overcome my petty-but-understandable sulking,that I went on to source out for a favourable solution,if not the best one,at least one that it good enuff to be absorbed.We gathered during the CNY holidays after my MIL was disharged again from the hospital days before.Found out that the only way to deal with her tantrum is to actually deal with it psychologically. Somehow,I must say it worked coz she started to develop an appetite and can somewhat consume something as a base for her stomach to take in the effects of the medication. I got the siblings to do a pot-luck and had a gathering to feast off so as to encourage MIL to have a hearty good time as well as to eat.Hence,she managed to obtain some energy which is highly needed by her. Seeing the children and grandchildren seemed to inject a ray of hope and cracked a smile on her face. It seemed to lift up her spirits and she gradually is improving for the better. I just hope that she'll continue to help-us-to-help-her. I 'm also hoping for a slightly better result when I and Kak Miza send her for her appointment tmrw...
Until then,....stay tuned....
hi...
although it's already February,.my January was a month of temperamental chaos.Mum-in-law was hospitalised (yet again)on the nite of 21st,followed by my own girl, Ira,on the next day at the same hospital.Mum-in-law,in short,let's call her MIL. The reason she was brought in to the A&E was due to her usual spoof of diabetes and habitual pukes,only to find out later that she's got severe blockage in her arteries and was recommended to go for a bypass.Ira was in for prolonged fever after 2 visits to the GP failed to wipe out her viral flu.Whenever MIL was brought to the hospital,I became the resident 'famiy doctor' who will somehow always make the decision to call the paramedics to the scene,give detailed descriptions and sit on the passenger seat of the ambulance.It has become so often that on the last ride,one of the paramedics actually remembered me as a regular face of the A & E Department. MIL has a total of 5 sons and 2 daughters,all married,aged between 39 and 50.Still,they will need me to navigate the family.U think I talk big? U better believe that this is true.Largely due to the fact that I'm an aggressive pain-in-the-neck,laser-mouthed,impatient woman with a don't-mess-with-me attitude,plus,a strong knowledge of the medical field and terms,(if i can say so myself)I will always be the voice behind every family meetings,decision-making,and....u know what I mean.I always go forward because I can't wait forever for someone of a higher 'hierarchy' stand to come and grab the mike.It never happened.Timid?...I don't know.But over the years,I came to realize that not everybody has the guts to say his/her mind without bothering of what the other party will think/say about them.I am such a person.I don't bother to please people. I don't believe in being a hypocrite in pursuit of having people to like me.I say what I want,what I feel,of what I know,see and hear.It really is so frustrating when people don't say what they EXACTLY feel.Everybody seems to be in a race in being nice,although they can sometimes be the biggest hypocrite of all,in the process.I am a person who won't believe in the credibility of the number of your age. It's just a number.It doesn't guarantee the wisdom of an individual.They say u can always count on an adult for maturity.Well,guess what.?That is a whole load of crap.Age is- and -never will be the factor of maturity.What gives a person his/her maturity is their ability to think and act as a person of any given age or gender. He/she should be able to think and act as a child,as a teenager,as a youngster,as an adult or senior folk in various kinds of life's circumstances and straining issues.He/she should have the nerves of steel to apprehend and intercept any of life's hiccups that goes along the way,with sheer wisdom,courage,integrity,dignity,pride,belief,and an incredible,strong level of self-esteem without exercising prejudice and favouritism.
That's quite a mouthful.
Back to the issue,I have always catered to the needs of my in-laws.Although I would like to see the work being shouldered by the 'deserving' parties,it never seemed to be improving.Nobody came forward to 'take over' as I'm seen to be a person with an eye for details and no stones were left unturned when it comes to verbal family meetings.They would feel that anything they did would seem insufficient for me to approve of.I want people to learn as much as how I did.Nothing is impossible to be achieved if u have a keen interest to learn the ropes.MIL knew she is a whole load of mess inside but she was sceptical and,with all due respect,very very stubborn. She doesn't like to hang on to western practice of medicine.She doesn't abide by the rules on which a patient has to adhere to.The family and I tried our darnest to instill an awareness in her in the wake of her medical status.
She would refuse our help although she knew that we meant well..Everytime I want to reason with her,I would be seen as rude because I remained adamant in my stand not to give in to her self-destructing ways.It may seem to a bit tedious to cram abt 15 years of stories and occurrences into 1 solid posting. To summarise, I expect some sort of understanding,appreciation and support from her children..Sadly,I don't get that as much as u would expect. It was not until recently that I managed to overcome my petty-but-understandable sulking,that I went on to source out for a favourable solution,if not the best one,at least one that it good enuff to be absorbed.We gathered during the CNY holidays after my MIL was disharged again from the hospital days before.Found out that the only way to deal with her tantrum is to actually deal with it psychologically. Somehow,I must say it worked coz she started to develop an appetite and can somewhat consume something as a base for her stomach to take in the effects of the medication. I got the siblings to do a pot-luck and had a gathering to feast off so as to encourage MIL to have a hearty good time as well as to eat.Hence,she managed to obtain some energy which is highly needed by her. Seeing the children and grandchildren seemed to inject a ray of hope and cracked a smile on her face. It seemed to lift up her spirits and she gradually is improving for the better. I just hope that she'll continue to help-us-to-help-her. I 'm also hoping for a slightly better result when I and Kak Miza send her for her appointment tmrw...
Until then,....stay tuned....
Wednesday, 7 February 2007
Of wealth,riches and....
hi all..
As u all know, we have just celebrated the new year in the Islamic calendar. Soon, our Chinese frenz will be celebrating their Lunar New Year.Usually,the tradition goes in wishing one another a year full of wealth and prosperity. Wealth...Why wealth?..Why stop at wealth?..why not health,love,maturity or even world peace? More often than not,u're gonna find the human race forever rushing about,dragging along their shadows,in pursuit of monetary relief or paper chase.Monetary...better known as money.They say that money can't buy the world nor happiness. True. It can be a vice.It can be a virtue, depending on how we utilize these pretty little papers.It IS quite important substantially,in this crude world that we live in.That, my friend, I must say,is undeniable.
.However,since when has it been a symbol of wealth?Chaste?Have these little papers divided us into a hierarchy of social status and standards? Or did we realise that it is just a part of our essentials? Why are we always classifying ourselves into a society of the rich,the poor and the beaten? Why are we always full of leisurely and luxurious demands,instead of indulging in a practice of self-sufficiency? Yes,I agree that we can't compare our lives with the civilisation of the past millenium. But things were so much simpler when we have less. Less of monetary relief.We humans are always wanting and asking for more,sometimes forgetting to look back and be thankful for what we had been given. It is absolutely ok to work hard for a better living but is BETTER enough for us? How good is BETTER?..If u think that BEST is the answer,is there such a thing as the BEST living?..Think about it,BEST is not the end of mankind's thirst for the finest.We can never feel satisfied.We'll always feel a lack of something every now and then.However, we forget that we are always being granted with the things that we need because we can never be void of desiring for the things we want. People of the past work and toil for a living. But we now have been living before we even start to work.And when we put together wealth and qualifications side by side,it resulted in a new breed of super brats.
I'd like to touch on my gender.
Those who are working,hold good job designations,are often seen as the upperclass. And those who are not,(the housewives) are SOMETIMES seen as the group of people who don't even have any kind of expertise for companies out there to employ. Some housewives who don't even have to work (because they are soo well provided)are known as TAI-TAIs.Some housewives don't work becoz they are too old. Some don't work because they are too tied down with the abundant 'fruits of their labour'.Some don't work because they are not so well educated and thus don't have the confidence to go into the workforce.Some are well educated but were restricted from going out to work because of ridiculous circumstances.Some just play the regular game and just wants to be provided without having to think about anything. Whether some women work with reasons of either to boost up the family income,or just to realize their dreams and showcase their capabilities and talents,or just killing time and earn some extra pocket money in the process,or just to escape from the confinement of doing housework,I have always believed in the freedom of choice.But being women,the setbacks that we faced are the titles that we adorned across our chest.: WIFE - WOMAN - MOTHER.
All these point out to the responsibilities that we have to saddle on our delicate shoulders since the day we said I DO or in the Islamic Solemnization, when the husbands said : "Aku terima nikahnya..."
I know that we don't actually have a correct answer to this but I'd like to highlight here that not ALL housewives are ignorant and bodoh. Don't judge them just because they do mundane tasks day in and out. Don't judge them just because they don't adorn Armani powersuits,don't walk in Jimmy Choo's expensive shoes or carry Prada handbags. Don't judge them just because they go to sweaty markets,pushing along their trolley carts,liasing with vendors for the morning's best bargain.You might never know that there may be some who ACTUALLY completed their education cycle,held good jobs,earned good paychecks,but sacrificed EVERYTHING to be a stay-at-home mum,JUST so that they could be the best TEACHER for their kids,the best MARKETING MANAGER in the house,the best CHEF in the kitchen,the best ATTORNEY in the family warfare,the best ACCOUNTANT in the family finance,the best CHAMBERMAID in housekeeping,the best CLEANER of the toilets,the best ENGINEER in their crafts and the best CEO in the family business.If I were to be imposed with a question like :
"Excuse me,will u make a good housewife?"
My answer would be :
"I can be anything you want me to be...but all work,little pay,no appreciation and meagre show of love and concern will definitely make a lifeless housewife!"
Agree?..No?.....
It's just an opinion.
Go figure.
*wink*
As u all know, we have just celebrated the new year in the Islamic calendar. Soon, our Chinese frenz will be celebrating their Lunar New Year.Usually,the tradition goes in wishing one another a year full of wealth and prosperity. Wealth...Why wealth?..Why stop at wealth?..why not health,love,maturity or even world peace? More often than not,u're gonna find the human race forever rushing about,dragging along their shadows,in pursuit of monetary relief or paper chase.Monetary...better known as money.They say that money can't buy the world nor happiness. True. It can be a vice.It can be a virtue, depending on how we utilize these pretty little papers.It IS quite important substantially,in this crude world that we live in.That, my friend, I must say,is undeniable.
.However,since when has it been a symbol of wealth?Chaste?Have these little papers divided us into a hierarchy of social status and standards? Or did we realise that it is just a part of our essentials? Why are we always classifying ourselves into a society of the rich,the poor and the beaten? Why are we always full of leisurely and luxurious demands,instead of indulging in a practice of self-sufficiency? Yes,I agree that we can't compare our lives with the civilisation of the past millenium. But things were so much simpler when we have less. Less of monetary relief.We humans are always wanting and asking for more,sometimes forgetting to look back and be thankful for what we had been given. It is absolutely ok to work hard for a better living but is BETTER enough for us? How good is BETTER?..If u think that BEST is the answer,is there such a thing as the BEST living?..Think about it,BEST is not the end of mankind's thirst for the finest.We can never feel satisfied.We'll always feel a lack of something every now and then.However, we forget that we are always being granted with the things that we need because we can never be void of desiring for the things we want. People of the past work and toil for a living. But we now have been living before we even start to work.And when we put together wealth and qualifications side by side,it resulted in a new breed of super brats.
I'd like to touch on my gender.
Those who are working,hold good job designations,are often seen as the upperclass. And those who are not,(the housewives) are SOMETIMES seen as the group of people who don't even have any kind of expertise for companies out there to employ. Some housewives who don't even have to work (because they are soo well provided)are known as TAI-TAIs.Some housewives don't work becoz they are too old. Some don't work because they are too tied down with the abundant 'fruits of their labour'.Some don't work because they are not so well educated and thus don't have the confidence to go into the workforce.Some are well educated but were restricted from going out to work because of ridiculous circumstances.Some just play the regular game and just wants to be provided without having to think about anything. Whether some women work with reasons of either to boost up the family income,or just to realize their dreams and showcase their capabilities and talents,or just killing time and earn some extra pocket money in the process,or just to escape from the confinement of doing housework,I have always believed in the freedom of choice.But being women,the setbacks that we faced are the titles that we adorned across our chest.: WIFE - WOMAN - MOTHER.
All these point out to the responsibilities that we have to saddle on our delicate shoulders since the day we said I DO or in the Islamic Solemnization, when the husbands said : "Aku terima nikahnya..."
I know that we don't actually have a correct answer to this but I'd like to highlight here that not ALL housewives are ignorant and bodoh. Don't judge them just because they do mundane tasks day in and out. Don't judge them just because they don't adorn Armani powersuits,don't walk in Jimmy Choo's expensive shoes or carry Prada handbags. Don't judge them just because they go to sweaty markets,pushing along their trolley carts,liasing with vendors for the morning's best bargain.You might never know that there may be some who ACTUALLY completed their education cycle,held good jobs,earned good paychecks,but sacrificed EVERYTHING to be a stay-at-home mum,JUST so that they could be the best TEACHER for their kids,the best MARKETING MANAGER in the house,the best CHEF in the kitchen,the best ATTORNEY in the family warfare,the best ACCOUNTANT in the family finance,the best CHAMBERMAID in housekeeping,the best CLEANER of the toilets,the best ENGINEER in their crafts and the best CEO in the family business.If I were to be imposed with a question like :
"Excuse me,will u make a good housewife?"
My answer would be :
"I can be anything you want me to be...but all work,little pay,no appreciation and meagre show of love and concern will definitely make a lifeless housewife!"
Agree?..No?.....
It's just an opinion.
Go figure.
*wink*
Sunday, 28 January 2007
To part or not to part...
If u would read my "Memori Muharam" below,U would notice that I had to break it into 5 parts. Have been having problems publishing my posts and just wanna let u people know that it's rather frustrating BUT...please..believe me...I DO have stories to tell....
So read on..
So read on..
Memori Muharam ( part 5 and the finale )
...continued from part 4...(PLEASE!! don't be lazy. Read my previous posts...)
I went out,without changing my outfit,to her primary school to fetch her home. At home,during the funeral rites,I refused to talk to anyone. Some relatives noticed the change in me and one of my uncles tried to console me and said that he knew I was holding back and he asked me to let go of my grief..Told him I couldn't cry anymore although I knew she meant the world to me.I don't really know why.I grieve for her but maybe I just don't wanna lose it there in front of the family. When it was time to go to the cemetery,I completely blacked out due to a very high fever,which came on sooo suddenly.My uncle stayed behind to bring me to the doc.At night,my relatives bunked in.Some of us,including me,decided to sleep in the room where she died.But as the nite grew,I noticed that they scampered out one by one to sleep in the living room,leaving me all alone.Were they scared?I don't know.I just knew that I shouldn't be afraid of the shadows of my loved ones. In the morning,while they were busy talking among themselves about strange 'noises' that they heard thru the nite,I was thinking of how to cope with the fact that she is no more with me.
Meeha bte Asmawee.
Years have passed.But forgotten,she will not be.For she , and all my loved ones who have gone, will always be mentioned in my prayers,for as long as I live.
Al-Fatehah.....
I went out,without changing my outfit,to her primary school to fetch her home. At home,during the funeral rites,I refused to talk to anyone. Some relatives noticed the change in me and one of my uncles tried to console me and said that he knew I was holding back and he asked me to let go of my grief..Told him I couldn't cry anymore although I knew she meant the world to me.I don't really know why.I grieve for her but maybe I just don't wanna lose it there in front of the family. When it was time to go to the cemetery,I completely blacked out due to a very high fever,which came on sooo suddenly.My uncle stayed behind to bring me to the doc.At night,my relatives bunked in.Some of us,including me,decided to sleep in the room where she died.But as the nite grew,I noticed that they scampered out one by one to sleep in the living room,leaving me all alone.Were they scared?I don't know.I just knew that I shouldn't be afraid of the shadows of my loved ones. In the morning,while they were busy talking among themselves about strange 'noises' that they heard thru the nite,I was thinking of how to cope with the fact that she is no more with me.
Meeha bte Asmawee.
Years have passed.But forgotten,she will not be.For she , and all my loved ones who have gone, will always be mentioned in my prayers,for as long as I live.
Al-Fatehah.....
Memori Muharam ( part 4 )
...continued from part 3...
I uttered my destination to him in between my teeth,shivering with cold.I also apologised to him for wetting the seat with my drenched self.As he drove,he noticed my uncontrollable sobs and asked me bluntly if there was a family death. I thanked him for his understanding and he drove me quickly but safely.May he be blessed because he did not want to take the fare from me and that he wanted to do a sedekah.
Back home,tears and cries from tired faces greeted me from the staircase.I surprised everyone when I showed up in a drenched state but no more tears.No more tears. How come?..I don't really know.Took a step of faith and courage and went up to face my motionless Gran on her bed.I looked at her peaceful sleeping face and whispered:'Innalillahi wainnalillahi raji'uun'(From God we came and to God we return)
My cousins rushed in one by one,in their school uniforms,crying.I looked around.Where's Lela?
I uttered my destination to him in between my teeth,shivering with cold.I also apologised to him for wetting the seat with my drenched self.As he drove,he noticed my uncontrollable sobs and asked me bluntly if there was a family death. I thanked him for his understanding and he drove me quickly but safely.May he be blessed because he did not want to take the fare from me and that he wanted to do a sedekah.
Back home,tears and cries from tired faces greeted me from the staircase.I surprised everyone when I showed up in a drenched state but no more tears.No more tears. How come?..I don't really know.Took a step of faith and courage and went up to face my motionless Gran on her bed.I looked at her peaceful sleeping face and whispered:'Innalillahi wainnalillahi raji'uun'(From God we came and to God we return)
My cousins rushed in one by one,in their school uniforms,crying.I looked around.Where's Lela?
Memori Muharam ( part 3 )
...continued from part 2...
She's not going to wait for me..
I remember vividly when weeks b4 her death,the doctor broke the news that she's beyond cure and that we shud all be ready for 'it'.Every nite,I kept vigil beside her bed,reciting the Quran.Calls from then-boyfriend were ignored. I prayed to Allah that if she were to be taken away,I'm ready and redha as I didn't want to see her suffer anymore.She was already bed-ridden,paralysed from torso down.We took turns staying awake through day and nite,and I even took a week's leave from work. Alas,when I had to return to work on that fateful Monday morning,I received the dreaded call from my mom,saying that she breathed her last about half an hour after I whispered to her ear that I got to go back to work and that I'll be with her again later in the evening. I clammed up the mug that I was holding for the morning drink and after informing the boss,stormed off from the building. My mind was a thick cloud of uncertainty and disbelief.I decided to take a cab home.Taxi.Taxi.Half and hour by the roadside.No taxi.Adding to the drama,the sky opened up to unleash its merciless downpour.I was without an umbrella.I murmured her name.I just walked along the then-halway-reconstructed Raffles Hotel that underwent renovation towards Raffles City or Sogo as it was known then,hoping to get a cab from the stand. Passers-by glued their eyes on me as I walked in a daze,fully drenched,my wet long hair covering 3/4 of my face,in my blue&white mini kurung which clung tightly to my body.My tears went unnoticed as the rain continuously pour down on me..I finally got a cab driven by a Malay uncle.
She's not going to wait for me..
I remember vividly when weeks b4 her death,the doctor broke the news that she's beyond cure and that we shud all be ready for 'it'.Every nite,I kept vigil beside her bed,reciting the Quran.Calls from then-boyfriend were ignored. I prayed to Allah that if she were to be taken away,I'm ready and redha as I didn't want to see her suffer anymore.She was already bed-ridden,paralysed from torso down.We took turns staying awake through day and nite,and I even took a week's leave from work. Alas,when I had to return to work on that fateful Monday morning,I received the dreaded call from my mom,saying that she breathed her last about half an hour after I whispered to her ear that I got to go back to work and that I'll be with her again later in the evening. I clammed up the mug that I was holding for the morning drink and after informing the boss,stormed off from the building. My mind was a thick cloud of uncertainty and disbelief.I decided to take a cab home.Taxi.Taxi.Half and hour by the roadside.No taxi.Adding to the drama,the sky opened up to unleash its merciless downpour.I was without an umbrella.I murmured her name.I just walked along the then-halway-reconstructed Raffles Hotel that underwent renovation towards Raffles City or Sogo as it was known then,hoping to get a cab from the stand. Passers-by glued their eyes on me as I walked in a daze,fully drenched,my wet long hair covering 3/4 of my face,in my blue&white mini kurung which clung tightly to my body.My tears went unnoticed as the rain continuously pour down on me..I finally got a cab driven by a Malay uncle.
Memori Muharam ( part 2 )
..continued from part 1...
I remember one devilish lady that barred me from entering her house.I could not go beyond her red concrete stairs.I swore that I would not be insulted in my life and neither will my Gran.I swore to be a successful person not in money-material,but as a successful thinker.I would put these people to shame.
Despite that,she always advised me to endure hardship and said that there's always sunshine after rain.I continued helping my Gran in her work.I would sell kueh that she made.I would pound chillies with the ancient batu giling in a terkangkang pose.Hard work,but as long as she's beside me,we found solace in each other.She taught me how to pray for the first time,alongside her,in our boyan-telekung that she sewed herself.It had sleeves to put yr arms in for easier Takbiratul-Ihram.She introduced me to self-sufficiency,appreciating every little thing,every morsel that were granted to us.She made me love kuah-celok,cencaru sumbat and more Boyan goodies.She taught me the Boyan (Bawean) language,in which I practice till now,to anyone who knew the unique accent.She sent me to madrasah and nursed me to health whenever I was gravely ill.She would protect me from anyone who despises my Madras heritage. She could protect me from lustful eyes of the kampung boysShe would protect me if anyone ,including my mom,tried to lay a finger on me.I was her darling,and for that I was loathed by some..She would ensure my wellbeing.In return,I always told her how I'm gonna grow up,excel in studies,get a good job,and shower her with luxurious necessities and make sure she'll be served.And everytime when I said that, she would just crack a smile that spelled "insya Allah..."
But alas...I couldn't predict the future.
I remember one devilish lady that barred me from entering her house.I could not go beyond her red concrete stairs.I swore that I would not be insulted in my life and neither will my Gran.I swore to be a successful person not in money-material,but as a successful thinker.I would put these people to shame.
Despite that,she always advised me to endure hardship and said that there's always sunshine after rain.I continued helping my Gran in her work.I would sell kueh that she made.I would pound chillies with the ancient batu giling in a terkangkang pose.Hard work,but as long as she's beside me,we found solace in each other.She taught me how to pray for the first time,alongside her,in our boyan-telekung that she sewed herself.It had sleeves to put yr arms in for easier Takbiratul-Ihram.She introduced me to self-sufficiency,appreciating every little thing,every morsel that were granted to us.She made me love kuah-celok,cencaru sumbat and more Boyan goodies.She taught me the Boyan (Bawean) language,in which I practice till now,to anyone who knew the unique accent.She sent me to madrasah and nursed me to health whenever I was gravely ill.She would protect me from anyone who despises my Madras heritage. She could protect me from lustful eyes of the kampung boysShe would protect me if anyone ,including my mom,tried to lay a finger on me.I was her darling,and for that I was loathed by some..She would ensure my wellbeing.In return,I always told her how I'm gonna grow up,excel in studies,get a good job,and shower her with luxurious necessities and make sure she'll be served.And everytime when I said that, she would just crack a smile that spelled "insya Allah..."
But alas...I couldn't predict the future.
Memori Muharam ( part 1 )
To all Muslim readers, Salam Maal Hijrah 1428.The date is supposed to bring a ray of hope to us but somehow,to me,it portrays a painful memory when at this day of the muslim calendar,ie. 20th July 1990,I lost my beloved Granny.She died from multiple diagnosis.Although she's not my real biological Grandma,(she adopted my Mum)I have always regarded her as my own,eversince I could remember her voice and recognise her face.She's my Granny and my Mum,all rolled into one woman of substance.I lived with her as my parents were working when I was still little.Born in the kampung,No. 97B,Jalan Alsagoff is my world.My parents were also from the same area but quite further away from us,at Jalan Ubi,taking along my big sis Icah with them,leaving her under the care of Mak Esah the babysitter.So,I remained with Gran and Awa(her late husband who died 11 years after)until we moved to the humble little 3-room flat in 1978.I remember her as my mentor and saviour.She was the face of love that greeted my eyes from sunrise and the one to serenade me to sleep.She would force down half-boiled eggs with kicap as breakfast of the champions for me every morning without fail,before sending me off to the kampung's PAP kindergarten.She would tocang my long keling hair after slapping my head with minyak MBR.(the decade's most trusted hair oil)that eventually lead to my present thick jet-black hair.She's a cat-lover who would always entertain me with her Perang Jepun stories while cuffing my ankles with her nimble but strong fists,rummaging through her hair in search of kutu.
Although Awa was working,she was independent and resourceful.She would make kueh for me to sell around the kampung and worked as a washerwoman,to boost her duit pasar so as to give me the best that she could afford.I would follow her to the houses of the rich and helped to wash,wring and dry out the clothes. Daily.I remember
Although Awa was working,she was independent and resourceful.She would make kueh for me to sell around the kampung and worked as a washerwoman,to boost her duit pasar so as to give me the best that she could afford.I would follow her to the houses of the rich and helped to wash,wring and dry out the clothes. Daily.I remember
Saturday, 6 January 2007
A shoulder to cry on..
I wanna say something.Something extremely weird happened to me yesterday night. As the sun was leaving the day, a tremendous sense of sadness engulfed me,overcasting a shadow of doubt deep within my heart. This uninvited feeling came about slowly but rapidly palpitating me into a horrific halt. If u are starting to think 'what the heck is she talkin about',...well, guess what...it's even harder for me to explain what is it that I was feeling...
I was going about doing what I always did around that time (well,come to think about it,I don't really know what I did..)..chatting away with the kids,fixing dinner,n stuff like that...and it came. A suspension of feeling in the form of a mega-magnitude of worry, sadness, sorrow, anxiety, guilt, fear, extreme fear, extreme extreme fear, brewed in me. I can't tell u guys what the cause was, although I knew WHY I felt that way. Really can't tell. But the question is: why is it so damn EXTREME? These expressions came about throughout our lives commonly and we managed to hold it down. But yesterday was an exception. I was propelled into a self-concocting well of tears that could very well drown my own eyeballs. I don't feel like smiling. I don't think that I wanna be happy again.I suddenly felt this dreadful feeling of : what if I can't smile anymore? I need this smile to give me the sun and to dry up my rain.I tried to stay calm and sort this killing feeling inside me but it got me and I finally succumbed into a deep sorrowful act. I cried - like I never cried before. My heart spoke hand-in-hand with my mind,in a language of broken tears.Prayed for an answer.Prayed for strength. Prayed for protection. Only Allah knows what I was feeling and the answers to my questions. My heart felt mutilated - wrenched,ripped,torn. I couldn't sleep and would not sleep.It went on thru the dragging night. Hub asked me what was wrong. I couldn't answer him. I just asked for permission to give some space for me to let go of my flooding tears. I told him I don't want 'anything bad to happen'. He felt frustrated that I was talking in circles, adding that we would not be called a normal human being if we were to know the answers to every question.
Late into the night, God answered my prayers and the 'nasty' feelings subsided at a steady pace. Call me a paranoid if u want. I don't care. But I knew if my prayers weren't granted, I don't know how I could carry on anymore.....
I just thot of sharing this with u. I was thinking :
When you sail in the sea of life,
Do not avoid the storms and rough waters,
Becuz calm seas,
Will never make skillful sailors.
God is Great and may you always be blessed,my loved ones.
(Abg - I luv u..)
Salam Sayang, Salam Ukhwah,
Sayang Suhana.
I was going about doing what I always did around that time (well,come to think about it,I don't really know what I did..)..chatting away with the kids,fixing dinner,n stuff like that...and it came. A suspension of feeling in the form of a mega-magnitude of worry, sadness, sorrow, anxiety, guilt, fear, extreme fear, extreme extreme fear, brewed in me. I can't tell u guys what the cause was, although I knew WHY I felt that way. Really can't tell. But the question is: why is it so damn EXTREME? These expressions came about throughout our lives commonly and we managed to hold it down. But yesterday was an exception. I was propelled into a self-concocting well of tears that could very well drown my own eyeballs. I don't feel like smiling. I don't think that I wanna be happy again.I suddenly felt this dreadful feeling of : what if I can't smile anymore? I need this smile to give me the sun and to dry up my rain.I tried to stay calm and sort this killing feeling inside me but it got me and I finally succumbed into a deep sorrowful act. I cried - like I never cried before. My heart spoke hand-in-hand with my mind,in a language of broken tears.Prayed for an answer.Prayed for strength. Prayed for protection. Only Allah knows what I was feeling and the answers to my questions. My heart felt mutilated - wrenched,ripped,torn. I couldn't sleep and would not sleep.It went on thru the dragging night. Hub asked me what was wrong. I couldn't answer him. I just asked for permission to give some space for me to let go of my flooding tears. I told him I don't want 'anything bad to happen'. He felt frustrated that I was talking in circles, adding that we would not be called a normal human being if we were to know the answers to every question.
Late into the night, God answered my prayers and the 'nasty' feelings subsided at a steady pace. Call me a paranoid if u want. I don't care. But I knew if my prayers weren't granted, I don't know how I could carry on anymore.....
I just thot of sharing this with u. I was thinking :
When you sail in the sea of life,
Do not avoid the storms and rough waters,
Becuz calm seas,
Will never make skillful sailors.
God is Great and may you always be blessed,my loved ones.
(Abg - I luv u..)
Salam Sayang, Salam Ukhwah,
Sayang Suhana.
Tuesday, 2 January 2007
First to Bata...then to school
...ooohh...3rd January. A date that'll mark the 1st day of school.Mixed feelings accompany the various needs of the students. Some excited,some not.For the not,the dreaded mornings would be the prime culprit,followed by the homeworks n stuff. For the excited?..well...maybe the reunion of frenz or 'boyfrenz'?.Hmm...
I'm very,extremely,absolutely,famous for being the most 'LAST MINUTE'person on the face of this earth.(ask my frenz,and they'll agree to it simultaneously)Therefore,it is only today - yes - today, that I just bought the girls their shoes.Was thinking of buying them earlier,but thot that their feet might grow a little more bigger if I shud buy them during the holidays.*Lame excuse*...Anyway,not @Bata,..but the little shoe shop downstairs that u can see from my kitchen window.Though not exclusive,I'm proud to patronize it for the cheap tag and realistically,very comfortable to wear gears.So,bought them their shoes n some stationery.
To add value to my LAST MINUTE LADY title, I washed their uniforms,iron, n everything in the whole of today..hehe...take that!Itu bukan last minute, itu namanya TERROR or as they call it - cari nahas!..However,b4 u shake yr head in disbelief or try hard to senyum sinis, let me tell u this - I am so GOOD as doing things at the eleventh hour,no details ever slipped from my mind!..call me action or snobbish ...up to u..but I am what I am..at least I got everything done MYSELF!..not like some other people yg sikit2 mintak tolong buat itu lah,ini lah...MENYAAAAAMPAH!
9.30pm - I tucked the girls to bed. Some of u out there night think...yek eleh...siang nya!!...but I believe in a good head start for my girlz for their school days...Gone will be the late afternoon getups,..& hello sunshine coz..the year is up and we're off to school again!..
Goooooooooooodd Moorrningg,..Teacheeeeerrr!
I'm very,extremely,absolutely,famous for being the most 'LAST MINUTE'person on the face of this earth.(ask my frenz,and they'll agree to it simultaneously)Therefore,it is only today - yes - today, that I just bought the girls their shoes.Was thinking of buying them earlier,but thot that their feet might grow a little more bigger if I shud buy them during the holidays.*Lame excuse*...Anyway,not @Bata,..but the little shoe shop downstairs that u can see from my kitchen window.Though not exclusive,I'm proud to patronize it for the cheap tag and realistically,very comfortable to wear gears.So,bought them their shoes n some stationery.
To add value to my LAST MINUTE LADY title, I washed their uniforms,iron, n everything in the whole of today..hehe...take that!Itu bukan last minute, itu namanya TERROR or as they call it - cari nahas!..However,b4 u shake yr head in disbelief or try hard to senyum sinis, let me tell u this - I am so GOOD as doing things at the eleventh hour,no details ever slipped from my mind!..call me action or snobbish ...up to u..but I am what I am..at least I got everything done MYSELF!..not like some other people yg sikit2 mintak tolong buat itu lah,ini lah...MENYAAAAAMPAH!
9.30pm - I tucked the girls to bed. Some of u out there night think...yek eleh...siang nya!!...but I believe in a good head start for my girlz for their school days...Gone will be the late afternoon getups,..& hello sunshine coz..the year is up and we're off to school again!..
Goooooooooooodd Moorrningg,..Teacheeeeerrr!
Monday, 1 January 2007
Its 2007 and Aidiladha 1427H! (part 2)
(ini blogger kasi problem lagi lah..sebab tu kena part 2 lagi..jgn malas ah...baca the previous post dulu la...)
Hari Raya Haji pulak, I did the same with my side of the family at my house jugak.But my darling brother Boboy takde pasal kerja. Din pun takde pasal kena duty kat Sentosa bcuz of the countdown - sampai besok pagi.Mmm...miz u , guys...But,anyway.. Food? MasyaAllah! Satay,nasi,sambal goreng,ayam goreng,sambal sotong kering,serunding,kari daging,roti kirai,salad telur,kuih lopes,ketupat,lontong,lepat,roti perancis, and the list goes on...dasyat!Walaupun potluck, tapi bole kasi makan satu kampung!..Karaoke jugak..dlm banyak2,suara Wan dgn aku kira fantastic lah..(hehe)..Icah cuba nak nyanyi tapi kena lempar dgn tapawe..mak pun nyanyi..lagu Emilia Contessa,Uji Rashid plus lagu kental Sanisah Huri iaitu si Baju Hijau..
Takpe lah...sekali2..we had fun jugak and rumahku sekali lagi macam kena bom. Kemas mcm nak rak,sampai the stroke of midnite. Nasib baik lepas tu tak jadi pumpkin aku.Lepas tu tengok Laila Isabella. Walaupun da pernah tengok, aku tengok lagi pasal its sooooooo romantic and cute..(luv u, abg..)...ape2 pun, aku bersyukur kerana diberi peluang menghabiskan masaku berkumpul dgn ahli2 keluarga dari kedua pihak sehingga berakhirnya 2006. Cerita Tahun Baru?...tungguuuu......
Hari Raya Haji pulak, I did the same with my side of the family at my house jugak.But my darling brother Boboy takde pasal kerja. Din pun takde pasal kena duty kat Sentosa bcuz of the countdown - sampai besok pagi.Mmm...miz u , guys...But,anyway.. Food? MasyaAllah! Satay,nasi,sambal goreng,ayam goreng,sambal sotong kering,serunding,kari daging,roti kirai,salad telur,kuih lopes,ketupat,lontong,lepat,roti perancis, and the list goes on...dasyat!Walaupun potluck, tapi bole kasi makan satu kampung!..Karaoke jugak..dlm banyak2,suara Wan dgn aku kira fantastic lah..(hehe)..Icah cuba nak nyanyi tapi kena lempar dgn tapawe..mak pun nyanyi..lagu Emilia Contessa,Uji Rashid plus lagu kental Sanisah Huri iaitu si Baju Hijau..
Takpe lah...sekali2..we had fun jugak and rumahku sekali lagi macam kena bom. Kemas mcm nak rak,sampai the stroke of midnite. Nasib baik lepas tu tak jadi pumpkin aku.Lepas tu tengok Laila Isabella. Walaupun da pernah tengok, aku tengok lagi pasal its sooooooo romantic and cute..(luv u, abg..)...ape2 pun, aku bersyukur kerana diberi peluang menghabiskan masaku berkumpul dgn ahli2 keluarga dari kedua pihak sehingga berakhirnya 2006. Cerita Tahun Baru?...tungguuuu......
Its 2007 and Aidiladha 1427H!
In a blink of an eye, another year just went by.It's 2007,in the midst of Aidiladha celebrations. Some will close an eye towards Hari Raya Haji,but will berhempas pulas to celebrate the new year countdown. Last Christmas,I spent the public holiday,(not christmas,ah..)hosting a feast-bbq-karaoke session at my place with hub's family.Food included satay,mee rebus daging,tomyam steamboat(nak cerita pasal steamboat ni pun,sedih..)and ntah ape2 lagi lah,..tak ingat.Da puas makan,kitorang nyanyi. biasalah,lagu wajib senah (Wajah Kekasih)mesti kena on punya.Dia nyanyi dgn Tipah.Lagu ni kalau tak dikumandangkan, alamat tak sah. Lagu wajib #2, sung by Luncai Emas kita dgn diiringi Ipin, iaitu a medley of lagu2 Radja,Relaku Pujuk by Spider, and the whole collection of M Nasir.Luncai Emas aka (budak2 gelar) Street Warrior, kalau da pegang mike, kirim salam lah kepada yg lain2 yg ada hati nak nyanyi.Dah puas nyanyi sampai 12mdnite,kitorang hentam cerita hantu,movie after movie sampai 4am..terpekik pekau...ah ngkau!.Dorang balik, rumah aku macam kena bom. Tapi tak kisah la...enjoy giler..
Saturday, 23 December 2006
The Sleepless Insomniac
I can't sleep...I can't sleep..I can't sleep... tonite is just another one of those nites in which I habitually stay up till sunrise. I can't help it. Been like this since my school days.(well that explains my dark circles..urgh!).I kind of like to stay up to absorb the pristine tranquility of the darkness.I find the sound of silence beautiful and the mystical ink-coated sky with its sprinkle of diamond-dusted stars,together with soft,wispy clouds underlined with a touch of the moon ray, a mesmerizing sight.Indeed,...perfectly created by God for us to see.Maybe I shud work in some night-shift jobs.hehe..but seriously,while everyone is so obsessed with their 'beauty' sleep, I'm totally on the contrary.Some said that since the universe is being created with night and day,we shud apply to it subconsciously.Well,as for me, if u can appreciate the refreshing gleam of the sunshine in the day, why not admire the beauty of the pitch-dark night?..and like they say,... The sky is at its darkest before dawn...Go figure..
Thursday, 21 December 2006
Then and Now...
This is an old shot of my Mum n Dad,circa mid-60s..
This particular shot of my Mum in her teens (I merged my pic here taken in my teens too)made me realize that I looked like her!...what do u think? The Indian-Malay blood mix that runs in me - rocks!!
Wednesday, 20 December 2006
Then and Now...
hey,hey,hey....I'm back. It's been a while since the last update.Very busy lately.Went to get my final wisdom tooth out.Still sending dad-in-law 4 his chkup, went to get myself a new nitrate. But the best part?..I FINALLY FOUND THE BLUE TILES!!! Credit goes to myself for finding it thru the NC Ceramics' website. Located at Tuas, I immdltly went there to cash-n-carry.Works hv started and tmrw will be the final day where they'll be fixing the toilet.Phew! That's quite a job,huh?
Anyway, spent the heavily-raining Sunday @ Icah's place 2 celebrate Lisa & Hamirul's b'day.Also my 1st time 2 see my latest niece Intan Marissha since she was born on 8th November. (ape punya auntie,sekarang baru jumpa..) Mom was there too. In the evening,we browsed thru some old photos and I chanced upon a few memorable ones..
This was taken when Ira was abt a year old, @ Pontian.
And this one,Adik, also abt a year old,at our old house.
Anyway, spent the heavily-raining Sunday @ Icah's place 2 celebrate Lisa & Hamirul's b'day.Also my 1st time 2 see my latest niece Intan Marissha since she was born on 8th November. (ape punya auntie,sekarang baru jumpa..) Mom was there too. In the evening,we browsed thru some old photos and I chanced upon a few memorable ones..
This was taken when Ira was abt a year old, @ Pontian.
And this one,Adik, also abt a year old,at our old house.
Thursday, 14 December 2006
The Lost December (the season finale)
..(continued from the previous,previous post..go n read them la..don be lazy...I got no choice but to post it bit by bit since blogger gave me some problems earlier..)
Anywaez,..I know that this month would go past me like a good gust of wind. Very fast, but it's breeze will leave me feeling cool and refreshed eventually.So, who said I lost my December?
Finally, a personal quote that I created:
"Time goes by so slowly for those who wait,but flies for those who can't even stay awake."
Go figure.
Salam Sayang, Salam Ukhwah,
Sayang Suhana.
__________________________________
Abg - if u're reading this, I thank u again for yr luv,doa,n support.
Anywaez,..I know that this month would go past me like a good gust of wind. Very fast, but it's breeze will leave me feeling cool and refreshed eventually.So, who said I lost my December?
Finally, a personal quote that I created:
"Time goes by so slowly for those who wait,but flies for those who can't even stay awake."
Go figure.
Salam Sayang, Salam Ukhwah,
Sayang Suhana.
__________________________________
Abg - if u're reading this, I thank u again for yr luv,doa,n support.
The Lost December (Part 2)
...(continued from the previous post)..This particular moan greeted me everyday like the sunrise. So did my cooking request.Gotta have food on the table everyday.Not that I dont coook.(Did I mention I was a great cook?..hehe)But food availability is like 24/7!Breakfast,lunch,dinner PLUS teabreak snacks,and dessert(homemade,I tell ya!)When I questioned " ..Dik, jgn makan banyak2...macam mana nak kurus?"...will only be answered with a melodious'..sape suruh mama masak sedap-sedap?"..(ini cakap masjid punya tau..ini budak2 memang layarburuk..apa kena-mengena dgn layarburuk,pun tak tau...)Complain or compliment? Good cook or bad dietician?Nak marah ke nak besar hati? U decide..And then there were the sibling wrestlings..*headache* macam 'Celebrity Death Match'..There are times when we love them to be around the house during the holidays but SOMEtimes,they make me go bonkers!However,there was a time when Ira n her sis(God bless them) cooked for the family when I was ill.YES.Stove-cooking.Nothing beats that blissful feeling in my heart when all the things you taught were applied into good use -and- in times of need.(Luv u ,girls!)
Initially, I thot NOTHING superb happened this month..but what I said above actually IS THE ESSENCE of it all!..Sending my in-laws for their chkup made me think of how fragile we could get in our greying years, I learned how to care for chronic illnesses, and appreciate their existence. The quality time I spent with the kids could very well be the envy of some working mothers.Being ill made me witness the culinary skills hidden under my girls.Tutoring them myself proved 2 be blessful when they came back with fruitful results.It dawned on me on how true the saying in the OST of HIKMAH that went : "..aku percaya, tiada yang sia-sia...semua 'kan ada hikmahnya.."...and for all that, sesungguhnya aku bersyukur..
Initially, I thot NOTHING superb happened this month..but what I said above actually IS THE ESSENCE of it all!..Sending my in-laws for their chkup made me think of how fragile we could get in our greying years, I learned how to care for chronic illnesses, and appreciate their existence. The quality time I spent with the kids could very well be the envy of some working mothers.Being ill made me witness the culinary skills hidden under my girls.Tutoring them myself proved 2 be blessful when they came back with fruitful results.It dawned on me on how true the saying in the OST of HIKMAH that went : "..aku percaya, tiada yang sia-sia...semua 'kan ada hikmahnya.."...and for all that, sesungguhnya aku bersyukur..
Wednesday, 13 December 2006
The Lost December
I'm trying to stay sober while posting this..not sober as in 'sober' but as in stayin alert. Since my last update, I was - how shud I say this - not exactly in the pink of health. Only God knows what happened to me. It might sound paranoid but for a moment I thot my life journey ends here,(astaghfirullah) but now, I can say that I am back up to my feet again.(alhamdulillah)-well at least for now(insyaAllah)
*thank you my beloved sayang, for your doa*
enuff said
I'd like to say something about this month.We are now basking (well at least for some of us) in the final school holidays for the year.Come a couple of weeks later, school reopens and off we go again, kids and stay-at-home mums alike. Rush!Rush!
Looking back,what did I do during the holidays?..Let's do a quick recap..
I can say it's been almost every week,alternately,I wud be sending my in-laws for their medical checkup,..heavy rain,..my medical checkup,...tutoring the kids for their madrasah exams,...rain again,..kids camp,..endless chores,...whining and hunting for my blue tiles,...prepare house for the HDB repair works,..hunting for school books in which I dont understand why there's a tendency of them being out of stock,..more rain,..more checkups,..and SUDDENLY,..lo and behold, it's end of the year and u can almost hear takbir Aidiladha.(Allahu Akbar!)
I was like...whoa!...slow down,little clock.I haven't even bring out the kids for outings - I repeat outings -not holidays. Going on a holiday in December means risking yrself and yr luggage to be drenched!
Flashback..I remembered I was so excited when school ended on my b'day last month..
I thot: no more fuss n rush in the morning, no more uniform ironing, no more school allowances, more relaxation..not bad rite?..W-R-O-N-G!
Bcuz...suddenly, I heard a voice that went:"Mama..boring ah...makan dah,tengok tv dah,main computer dah, abey adik nak buat ape lagi?"
*thank you my beloved sayang, for your doa*
enuff said
I'd like to say something about this month.We are now basking (well at least for some of us) in the final school holidays for the year.Come a couple of weeks later, school reopens and off we go again, kids and stay-at-home mums alike. Rush!Rush!
Looking back,what did I do during the holidays?..Let's do a quick recap..
I can say it's been almost every week,alternately,I wud be sending my in-laws for their medical checkup,..heavy rain,..my medical checkup,...tutoring the kids for their madrasah exams,...rain again,..kids camp,..endless chores,...whining and hunting for my blue tiles,...prepare house for the HDB repair works,..hunting for school books in which I dont understand why there's a tendency of them being out of stock,..more rain,..more checkups,..and SUDDENLY,..lo and behold, it's end of the year and u can almost hear takbir Aidiladha.(Allahu Akbar!)
I was like...whoa!...slow down,little clock.I haven't even bring out the kids for outings - I repeat outings -not holidays. Going on a holiday in December means risking yrself and yr luggage to be drenched!
Flashback..I remembered I was so excited when school ended on my b'day last month..
I thot: no more fuss n rush in the morning, no more uniform ironing, no more school allowances, more relaxation..not bad rite?..W-R-O-N-G!
Bcuz...suddenly, I heard a voice that went:"Mama..boring ah...makan dah,tengok tv dah,main computer dah, abey adik nak buat ape lagi?"
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