One of the things I hate is all the different advise I received throughout my life. The predicament or ailment is the same, but the advise... woo hoo... ranges far and between and so contradictory.
When Amelia and I visited a friend, J in her confinement, we discussed all the tips that were passed on to us to survive pregnancy and birth. From well meaning friends... and those unavoidable know-it-alls, I must add.
Anyway, at the end of the night I conclude that there are a clear divided opinion on eggs. 50% says yay and the other 50 nay.
J have never heard of pantang on laksa. Amelia and I observed that. Well... tipu... Amelia aje. I know of it but never heed it. Mom because her first birth was in the US, was encouraged to eat healthily for strength and sanity. So... she did the same with her other 7 kids and passed the wisdom to me. I only pantang cili sebab takut sakit perut.
We unanimously agreed pantang jalan banyak. And minum banyak air. Honestly I nodded gravely when that was mentioned but I believe in water for the body. If you need 8 glasses a day when you are healthy, you need it more when your body is broken and needing to heal after pregnancy.
And the winner for most absurd was pantang technology. TV tak leh tengok sebab nanti mata kero.
Errr.......
Nevermind. To each her own. Am not here to judge. But please... allow me to laugh. Politely and respectfully.
Anyway, back to why I am writing this entry is.. while people are very nice about me gammy leg they really go went their way to confuse and scare me. They asked and were concerned, they held the doors for me and my clients took the documents to me instead of me hounding them for it.
Then, after the horrified looks when I told them that I have gone and torn my ligament, came the gasps and,
"You shouldn't be walking tau... My son dulu kena 1 bulan tak berjalan... "
"Eh ! Tak pakai tongkat ke ? Bapak I punya bini punya kakak punya adik ipar dulu tak bangun-bangun ! Bertongkat 18 bulan setengah suku !"
"I tak rasa you patut jalan tau sebab I memang selalu torn my ligament ni and I pun degil gak macam you... So one day I found that my kaki kecik sebelah... Macam distorted...."
"Eeiii.... balut macam ni aje ? I ni saja je kerja kat sini sekarang... dulu I doktor and you ni sebenarnya kena simen tau....."
You know how it is. I know they mean well but I seem to have been doing all the wrong things. Nothing is right. I could not win !
And me being well... me... a little neurotic, mostly crazy and only small part serene tried to be a good girl and take in all the advise and the horror stories, while stemming the crazy that was struggling to get out.
Until one day I got a bit scared, which predictably led to temporary insanity (I know Kamil would refute that by saying there is no such thing as temporary when it comes to me and my bad mental health.. I am perpetually insane) and started tossing and turning at night because my feet was hurting. I started imagining life forever limping and shuffling about because I have not been a very good at putting my feet up. Got very, very worried so I called my uncle who is an orthopaedic surgeon.
Sian kawan tu tengah holiday kat Terengganu, but me don't care one because I slept with a throbbing pain and my anxiety level hit the roof. Maybe all of them were right. I should have taken all of my 20 days MC (instead of the paltry 5 I took) and only ever move between the bed and the loo. People should be flitting around me, catering to my whims and fancies as aku duduk diam-diam trying to heal (sapa yang nak flit around tu aku tak tau lah but someone should).
Ini tidak. Let me not detail out my activities.. Nanti sampai esok aku tak tiduq.
Anyway Uncle said not to worry about the pain. I should only start to get concern if the pain is like more than 70%. Err.... where can I by the meter to read pain, Pakcik ?
He also said, I should walk but slowly and not in great quantities. Take painkillers or rub ointment where it hurts.
Hmmm....... although I was bit assured... but the assurance lasted very, very briefly because the pain refused to go away. Couldn't help thinking that by that very Sunday, it would have been 6 weeks already and Doc said I should be okay in 6 weeks. But I am not. Still hobbling about.
Terus teringat one makcik that said, "Mana ada 6 minggu ! Anak makcik 3 tahun !" Okay, okay I was exxagerating.... I can't remember what number she quoted exactly but it did feel like she said 3 years.
So I fretted and at Kamil's urges (ini lagi satu... dok paksa pakai crutches....)I started using the crutch again.
And that was how I was walking, aided with a crutch when I had a follow-up with the good doctor yesterday. He frowned at the sight of me.
"I thought I told you not to use that anymore ?" And with that mere short sentence he uttered without even pausing for a breath, he opened up a flood gate. I poured and poured my heart out, about my fears and everything termasuk lah cerita aku being crippled for life. Tersandaq mamat tu kejap.
After he gathered himself, he felt my injured ankle and tried to move it around. He can't because aku keraih macam batu. "Relax and let me move it..." He said.
I thought I was but he said all my toes were erect so it showed that I weren't. Tried as I might to relax, it didin't happen. He shook his head and laugh. "You are not letting me do this...." he said. Aisehman Doc, I really thought I was co-operating.
He said I shouldn't be limping anymore and told me not to use the crutch what-so-ever.
And hear this, he said I must walk or else the bone will get soft and my muscles will weaken. And when that happens, I really would not be able to walk.
He prescribed ointment, painkillers, slow walk and don't go shopping. That is too much walk. Damn !
So now here I am. Boss a bit tensed because I can't go to the site still. We have plenty of work to do.
I am sure Kamil is a lot of tensed because he is doing house work alone. Balik rumah aje he dives for the laundry basket and starts the machine. Then I will hear him tackling the handwash ones. After dinner he will start the ironing. I usually go to bed first, leaving him sweating with the heat and the gruelling, gruelling task. Bibik we had sent to Mom because Mom's bibik balik raya and Mom needs her more than we do.
Anak-anak pun tension because they want me to cook and they need me to tuck them into bed and they really, really want me to be off their case and stop ordering them about because "Mummy sakit kaki....."
I am bit more tensed because I am damn worried about me leg. I don't like the pain and cannot take advise without real measurements. I need "You can only walk for 30 minutes a day..."
I don't do well with "You can't walk to much..." How much is too much ? I need numbers !!!
Maybe, just maybe I am malingering a bit. I dunno. I mean, am I just imagining this pain ? Can I start running around again ? Is it really safe for me to stop dragging my feet about and quit immitating Quasimodo ? But Doctor did give me a light duty certificate, barring me from carrying heavy load and walking excessively and take the stairs either way... So it does mean I still have to take it easy. Masa-masa macam ni lah I miss my old boss'understanding.
I am soooo takut and cannot make a decision.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Hikmah di sebalik tragedi
Ada hikmah disebalik ketergolekkan aku kat tangga.
I have accepted that every bad thing that happened, well... there is a silver lining somewhere. We sometimes have to look very hard for that piece of silver lining, but look we must or we will go crazy. I truly realise that about 6 months ago when something horrible happened to me. And after about 4 months... I slowly saw the hikmah. It was sooo easy to miss, but I am glad I caught it because when I really think about it, the hikmah is much bigger than the thing orang jahat &&%@!!^^&& tu buat kat aku.
Padan muka dia....
Hehehhe... dah hilang pahala sabar dah tu.... Sorryyy.........
Anyway the hikmah aku tergolek dog tu ada dua.
1. Aku tak yah pegi site sampai 2 minggu masa bulan posa. So... I actually got to posa with my family which is nice.
2. Aku terhencut-hencut jalan ni is a real ice breaker. Senang dapat kawan okay ? this whole week I was at client's office and ada je orang berhenti and tegur tanya kenapa.
Sampai colleague aku jeles and dia pun nak sakit kaki gak. Of course le aku tak bagi sebab nanti apa orang kata dalam satu opis ada 2 orang tempang. Tak logic kan.... In my line of work ni mana ada orang nak buat kawan... so it is really great for me because I have made quite a few acquaintences.
Oh, there is another one.
3. Aku dilayan special oleh friends, family and yang paling penting Kamil. Ini semua test untuk Kamil...samada he can take care of me. If he wants to take care of me. Orang pompuan ni memang sanggup aje. When he was with limited mobility after his operation, perempuan ini lah yang teman dia kat spital almost seminggu.
Pastu dah balik romah, dia pulak gatal nak pindah romah terus. Dan perempuan inilah yang sorang-sorang
a) pack barang dalam kotak
b) hangkut kotak berat cam badak sumbu masuk dalam kete
c) bawak kete pegi romah baru
d) hangkut pulak kotak dari kete masuk lam romah
e) repeat b), c) and d) berulang kali until she kenot tahan and paksa adik2 and abang dia tolong. Dalam satu hari aje semua selesai
Dia tak kisah sebab laki dia sakit and she just wants to make him happy...
So now it is his turn...
Sanggup tak my darling ?
PS : Please add f)Kemas romah sorang2.....
I have accepted that every bad thing that happened, well... there is a silver lining somewhere. We sometimes have to look very hard for that piece of silver lining, but look we must or we will go crazy. I truly realise that about 6 months ago when something horrible happened to me. And after about 4 months... I slowly saw the hikmah. It was sooo easy to miss, but I am glad I caught it because when I really think about it, the hikmah is much bigger than the thing orang jahat &&%@!!^^&& tu buat kat aku.
Padan muka dia....
Hehehhe... dah hilang pahala sabar dah tu.... Sorryyy.........
Anyway the hikmah aku tergolek dog tu ada dua.
1. Aku tak yah pegi site sampai 2 minggu masa bulan posa. So... I actually got to posa with my family which is nice.
2. Aku terhencut-hencut jalan ni is a real ice breaker. Senang dapat kawan okay ? this whole week I was at client's office and ada je orang berhenti and tegur tanya kenapa.
Sampai colleague aku jeles and dia pun nak sakit kaki gak. Of course le aku tak bagi sebab nanti apa orang kata dalam satu opis ada 2 orang tempang. Tak logic kan.... In my line of work ni mana ada orang nak buat kawan... so it is really great for me because I have made quite a few acquaintences.
Oh, there is another one.
3. Aku dilayan special oleh friends, family and yang paling penting Kamil. Ini semua test untuk Kamil...samada he can take care of me. If he wants to take care of me. Orang pompuan ni memang sanggup aje. When he was with limited mobility after his operation, perempuan ini lah yang teman dia kat spital almost seminggu.
Pastu dah balik romah, dia pulak gatal nak pindah romah terus. Dan perempuan inilah yang sorang-sorang
a) pack barang dalam kotak
b) hangkut kotak berat cam badak sumbu masuk dalam kete
c) bawak kete pegi romah baru
d) hangkut pulak kotak dari kete masuk lam romah
e) repeat b), c) and d) berulang kali until she kenot tahan and paksa adik2 and abang dia tolong. Dalam satu hari aje semua selesai
Dia tak kisah sebab laki dia sakit and she just wants to make him happy...
So now it is his turn...
Sanggup tak my darling ?
PS : Please add f)Kemas romah sorang2.....
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Self esteem very low......
Wokeh...
Seperti yang dikhabarkan 2 entries ago, I wanted to upload some pictures of our raya and kenduri. Now I am saying, I have to forget about that because I have seen hide nor hair of the cables.
Does this mean I have to buy a new one ? I know I do but I also know that the universe likes to play games with me. I am absolutely sure that as soon as I replace the cables, the old one will suddenly appear, taunting me at its so bloody visible perch, a place where I have searched and raba before but tak ada.
It happened many, many times..
Anyway... I have put on weight. A lot of them.
And I know it is mainly because I have limited mobility so no fats were burned what-so-ever. And Hari Raya and what it represents (gluttony) doesn't help either. I have to do something to shift this wight but apart from dieting, abstaining and starving, I can't do anything else.
Lady can't walk let alone jog. Maybe I can do sit ups but ... I have heard sit-ups are pointless. So I was happy to stop doing my 50 a day about a year ago. What for kan dah pointless katanya.
They said stomach crunches are the best but I get confused when to breathe in and out. Damn difficult.
So, I got fat because of my torn ligament. Poor me... hehehehehhehehehehehehehhehehe.
Pastu...my bakings pun is a factor. I made Nutella Brioche 3 nights ago. Asal ada Nutella kat jari aku jilat. Nak lap kat tissue sayang kan. Admittedly I only ate 1 of the whole batch but those Nutellas yang aku dok jilat tu mau 3 sudu besar kot.
Then, my butter cake. I do love butter cakes. And the one I made together with the brioche was so damn good because I tweaked the recipe a bit. It turned out better than the ones I usually made ... but it came with a high price.... Higher calories.
Then my dinner rolls. I have made like 3 batches since Hari Raya. And they are good. So good...
So kesudahannya, perlukah aku buang Breadmaker yang Kamil bagi as present itu ? Nampaknya harus. But... let me make pizzas dulu sebelum aku buang, yek.
It didn't help my self-esteem much when Lina (and Kak Liza, and Fid and Ela) came for Raya 2 nights ago, she brought something she found while cleaning her mom's cabinet. And album of all of us in swimming suits.
Excuse me, but my body was hot in that picture !! I was 17 and lithe and ... thin. My thighs looked tiny. My stomach nice and flat (I couldn't remember if it was sucked in......). Okay... my glasses and hair (that awful fringe !) were an abomination but I don't care.
I was thin !!! Maybe size 8. Huh, I was size 8 until I was about 21. Then I went to 10... and now... I bought size 12 trousers kat Marks and Spencer hari tu. Damn !
I do feel a bit depress since I saw that picture. A girl need not be reminded that her days of being at lease nice to look at in a glance (hahahahah) has passed. I admit, I am a person that if you look twice is regrettable but at least one glance I look okay.
Now... separa glance pun tak pass.
I feel awful.
What's for dinner ?
Heh.
PS : Above-mentioned sizes are UK ones okay, not US !! Please take a serious note !!! Kang aku marah kang....
Seperti yang dikhabarkan 2 entries ago, I wanted to upload some pictures of our raya and kenduri. Now I am saying, I have to forget about that because I have seen hide nor hair of the cables.
Does this mean I have to buy a new one ? I know I do but I also know that the universe likes to play games with me. I am absolutely sure that as soon as I replace the cables, the old one will suddenly appear, taunting me at its so bloody visible perch, a place where I have searched and raba before but tak ada.
It happened many, many times..
Anyway... I have put on weight. A lot of them.
And I know it is mainly because I have limited mobility so no fats were burned what-so-ever. And Hari Raya and what it represents (gluttony) doesn't help either. I have to do something to shift this wight but apart from dieting, abstaining and starving, I can't do anything else.
Lady can't walk let alone jog. Maybe I can do sit ups but ... I have heard sit-ups are pointless. So I was happy to stop doing my 50 a day about a year ago. What for kan dah pointless katanya.
They said stomach crunches are the best but I get confused when to breathe in and out. Damn difficult.
So, I got fat because of my torn ligament. Poor me... hehehehehhehehehehehehehhehehe.
Pastu...my bakings pun is a factor. I made Nutella Brioche 3 nights ago. Asal ada Nutella kat jari aku jilat. Nak lap kat tissue sayang kan. Admittedly I only ate 1 of the whole batch but those Nutellas yang aku dok jilat tu mau 3 sudu besar kot.
Then, my butter cake. I do love butter cakes. And the one I made together with the brioche was so damn good because I tweaked the recipe a bit. It turned out better than the ones I usually made ... but it came with a high price.... Higher calories.
Then my dinner rolls. I have made like 3 batches since Hari Raya. And they are good. So good...
So kesudahannya, perlukah aku buang Breadmaker yang Kamil bagi as present itu ? Nampaknya harus. But... let me make pizzas dulu sebelum aku buang, yek.
It didn't help my self-esteem much when Lina (and Kak Liza, and Fid and Ela) came for Raya 2 nights ago, she brought something she found while cleaning her mom's cabinet. And album of all of us in swimming suits.
Excuse me, but my body was hot in that picture !! I was 17 and lithe and ... thin. My thighs looked tiny. My stomach nice and flat (I couldn't remember if it was sucked in......). Okay... my glasses and hair (that awful fringe !) were an abomination but I don't care.
I was thin !!! Maybe size 8. Huh, I was size 8 until I was about 21. Then I went to 10... and now... I bought size 12 trousers kat Marks and Spencer hari tu. Damn !
I do feel a bit depress since I saw that picture. A girl need not be reminded that her days of being at lease nice to look at in a glance (hahahahah) has passed. I admit, I am a person that if you look twice is regrettable but at least one glance I look okay.
Now... separa glance pun tak pass.
I feel awful.
What's for dinner ?
Heh.
PS : Above-mentioned sizes are UK ones okay, not US !! Please take a serious note !!! Kang aku marah kang....
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Perbualan merepek dalam bathroom
I had wanted to write about my weekend actually but we need pictures for that. My butt is too heavy to help carry my body upstairs for the cables, so that story had to wait. Tunggu aku rajin sket.
Dah lah capek... Problem sungguh.
But I want to write.. so I am going to write about the conversations between my 2 children that I overheard... while they bathed.
Heh.
Anyway, this conversation happened pepagi raya. I was just opening the door to my room to dump my used pjs when I heard, "You are my sister and I love you !"
Eh ?
"You have to treat me better than that, okay ? You have to take care of me, too !" Said Abang again.
Waaahh... serious s*** ni! Aku pun menempek kan diri kat pintu depa.
"Okay............" Adik sounded contrite.
"So... you don't tell Mummy, okay ? Okay, Adik ?"
OOOOOoooohhhh... Tengah pshycho adiknya jangan mengadu rupanya. What had he done ?
"Okay, Abang...."
Oh man, what is it ? Tell me !!! Tell me !!
"If you tell Mummy... I am going to run away and you will never see me again !" Abang threatened.
"Okay, Abang...."
Then,
"Abang, if you want to run away, where will you go ?"
"You want me to run away ?" Sora dah kecik hati dah... Abang...
"No, no.... But if you want to run away, where do you want to go ?"
"I don't know...."
"Will you run away to Ipoh ?"
"Ipoh is so far away ! It is going to take me days to get there !" Abang was more than aghast.
"To Perak, then ?"
"Ipoh is in Perak lah Adik ni. If you tell Mummy, I will run away !!!" Abang warned again and Adik went quiet.
HEhehehhehe....... Nak gelak pun ada... but I am just too curious to know what transpired before the conversation happened ! Sadly, I never found out.
Anyway this conversation again happened while they bathed this morning while we were preparing for my cousin's wedding.
"Stop it lah, Abang ! Your butt is ugly !!" Adik's voice was already very shrill so I surmised this has been happening for quite some time.
"Adik ! Let me do what I like lah ! You always like to control me saja !" Fullamak.
"But I hate to see your butt !!!!" Apa punya gaduh ni ?
Then, "I don't care. Suka hati saya lah..." And he broke into a song, "Shake my booty ! Shake my booty !" And sebab aku boleh dengar ada getar di suaranya, aku boleh agak yang Abang was indeed shaking his booty.
Adik screamed in protest again.
Aiyoo lah !!!
Dah lah capek... Problem sungguh.
But I want to write.. so I am going to write about the conversations between my 2 children that I overheard... while they bathed.
Heh.
Anyway, this conversation happened pepagi raya. I was just opening the door to my room to dump my used pjs when I heard, "You are my sister and I love you !"
Eh ?
"You have to treat me better than that, okay ? You have to take care of me, too !" Said Abang again.
Waaahh... serious s*** ni! Aku pun menempek kan diri kat pintu depa.
"Okay............" Adik sounded contrite.
"So... you don't tell Mummy, okay ? Okay, Adik ?"
OOOOOoooohhhh... Tengah pshycho adiknya jangan mengadu rupanya. What had he done ?
"Okay, Abang...."
Oh man, what is it ? Tell me !!! Tell me !!
"If you tell Mummy... I am going to run away and you will never see me again !" Abang threatened.
"Okay, Abang...."
Then,
"Abang, if you want to run away, where will you go ?"
"You want me to run away ?" Sora dah kecik hati dah... Abang...
"No, no.... But if you want to run away, where do you want to go ?"
"I don't know...."
"Will you run away to Ipoh ?"
"Ipoh is so far away ! It is going to take me days to get there !" Abang was more than aghast.
"To Perak, then ?"
"Ipoh is in Perak lah Adik ni. If you tell Mummy, I will run away !!!" Abang warned again and Adik went quiet.
HEhehehhehe....... Nak gelak pun ada... but I am just too curious to know what transpired before the conversation happened ! Sadly, I never found out.
Anyway this conversation again happened while they bathed this morning while we were preparing for my cousin's wedding.
"Stop it lah, Abang ! Your butt is ugly !!" Adik's voice was already very shrill so I surmised this has been happening for quite some time.
"Adik ! Let me do what I like lah ! You always like to control me saja !" Fullamak.
"But I hate to see your butt !!!!" Apa punya gaduh ni ?
Then, "I don't care. Suka hati saya lah..." And he broke into a song, "Shake my booty ! Shake my booty !" And sebab aku boleh dengar ada getar di suaranya, aku boleh agak yang Abang was indeed shaking his booty.
Adik screamed in protest again.
Aiyoo lah !!!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Sepi
Kelmarin... aku tertengok movie Sepi on the telly.
Tertengok because I have been consciously avoiding watching it. I know a lot of people praised the movie tapi... sebab it was Shera's last movie and she did say something really sad after she watched it, aku macam tak sanggup.
You know me, very fragile when it comes to matters concerning her.
Anyway, tertengok lah sudah and it was really sad. The movie is well made, really well made, and although there were some cringe-worthy moments special only to Malay movies, it was dismissible considering that it was a great movie.
Cuma, aku tension sebab there were quite a lot of body counts. Too much to my liking
Part sedih, was how Pierre Andre died and how he laid next to his girlfriend while she was sprawled on the road.
Part over the top was when Afdlin Shauki drove across a park in his haste to get to Vaneeda Imran (who looked so damn gorgeous with flowers in her hair... Don't know why perempuan Melayu stopped doing that... It is nice, and sweet and oh so Melayu... Err... probably sebab pakai tudung kot... hahahahahah).
Abang gelak tengok and terkeluar lah dari mulut dia, "I know it is love... but he doesn't have to do that...."
and terkejut lah mak bapak dia who looked at their son with funny expressions on their faces.
And aku rasa sweet sangat pasal "Temanku, kekasihku and syurga ku..." Aku rasa terharu sangat and pandainya orang yang menyusun kata-kata itu.
And of course, my own sepi feeling was inevitable. Sure, I am surrounded with family and friends, tapi aku rasa sepi sangat sebab kakak aku tak ada.
Sometimes, aku macam lupa that she is not around anymore. Lepas tu bila I returned to reality, I find it sooo impossible that this wonderful, wonderful woman who is so full of vitality and life is gone. And even after 2 years, I kept expecting to see her at my door or hear her laughter.
Her laughter is the one that I missed most. And her smiles showing that little tooth yang dia menyampah sangat tu. The one that she went to get it dealt with the day she died.
So like it or not,... aku pun sepi jugak... and I really shouldn't have watched it.
Tertengok because I have been consciously avoiding watching it. I know a lot of people praised the movie tapi... sebab it was Shera's last movie and she did say something really sad after she watched it, aku macam tak sanggup.
You know me, very fragile when it comes to matters concerning her.
Anyway, tertengok lah sudah and it was really sad. The movie is well made, really well made, and although there were some cringe-worthy moments special only to Malay movies, it was dismissible considering that it was a great movie.
Cuma, aku tension sebab there were quite a lot of body counts. Too much to my liking
Part sedih, was how Pierre Andre died and how he laid next to his girlfriend while she was sprawled on the road.
Part over the top was when Afdlin Shauki drove across a park in his haste to get to Vaneeda Imran (who looked so damn gorgeous with flowers in her hair... Don't know why perempuan Melayu stopped doing that... It is nice, and sweet and oh so Melayu... Err... probably sebab pakai tudung kot... hahahahahah).
Abang gelak tengok and terkeluar lah dari mulut dia, "I know it is love... but he doesn't have to do that...."
and terkejut lah mak bapak dia who looked at their son with funny expressions on their faces.
And aku rasa sweet sangat pasal "Temanku, kekasihku and syurga ku..." Aku rasa terharu sangat and pandainya orang yang menyusun kata-kata itu.
And of course, my own sepi feeling was inevitable. Sure, I am surrounded with family and friends, tapi aku rasa sepi sangat sebab kakak aku tak ada.
Sometimes, aku macam lupa that she is not around anymore. Lepas tu bila I returned to reality, I find it sooo impossible that this wonderful, wonderful woman who is so full of vitality and life is gone. And even after 2 years, I kept expecting to see her at my door or hear her laughter.
Her laughter is the one that I missed most. And her smiles showing that little tooth yang dia menyampah sangat tu. The one that she went to get it dealt with the day she died.
So like it or not,... aku pun sepi jugak... and I really shouldn't have watched it.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
HOBBY di malam Raya
Beraya dia Perak as usual was nice. Adik-adik melepak dengan cousins and I hung out with my aunts.
This year is my UM's turn to be host. What I love about beraya kat rumah UM is AA's lip smacking kuah kacang. Her family is from Penang and so it fits my palette just fine. It filled me at all the right places... including me thighs and tummy.
Anyway, our days were filled with visiting relatives and eating and eating and eating.
Nak cerita hal kelakar sebenarnya. It was night time and we were on the way back to UM's house when the dark sky was suddenly exploded with lights. There was a firework display and it was gorgeous.
Anyway, Adik said, "Precious !" but MI who was traveling with us disagreed.
"Not precious lah.... " MI said. "Like this, you can say Fantastic and Fabulous and then jadi Fanta-bulous..." My children nodded their heads with "Oooo............." in understanding.
I concentrated on the view again when I suddenly heard MI said, "Abang.. I am hot and chubby... You are chubby only... but I am hooottt.... and chubby....." Biasalah MI.
Tetapi... apakah jawapan anak sedara MI yang innocent itu ?
"So... Mamu is Ho-bby lah ?"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH ! Dengan aku, dengan Kamil and dengan adik aku MJ punyalah gelak macam nak mati okay.
Si Hobby tu ? Dia pun gelak sekali....
Tu lah dia nak berlagak...
Gelak lagi sekali... HAHAHAHAHAH !
This year is my UM's turn to be host. What I love about beraya kat rumah UM is AA's lip smacking kuah kacang. Her family is from Penang and so it fits my palette just fine. It filled me at all the right places... including me thighs and tummy.
Anyway, our days were filled with visiting relatives and eating and eating and eating.
Nak cerita hal kelakar sebenarnya. It was night time and we were on the way back to UM's house when the dark sky was suddenly exploded with lights. There was a firework display and it was gorgeous.
Anyway, Adik said, "Precious !" but MI who was traveling with us disagreed.
"Not precious lah.... " MI said. "Like this, you can say Fantastic and Fabulous and then jadi Fanta-bulous..." My children nodded their heads with "Oooo............." in understanding.
I concentrated on the view again when I suddenly heard MI said, "Abang.. I am hot and chubby... You are chubby only... but I am hooottt.... and chubby....." Biasalah MI.
Tetapi... apakah jawapan anak sedara MI yang innocent itu ?
"So... Mamu is Ho-bby lah ?"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH ! Dengan aku, dengan Kamil and dengan adik aku MJ punyalah gelak macam nak mati okay.
Si Hobby tu ? Dia pun gelak sekali....
Tu lah dia nak berlagak...
Gelak lagi sekali... HAHAHAHAHAH !
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Selamat Hari Raya
Nak raya dah esok... I can't believe it. It seems like yesterday aku tergolek kat tangga and torn my ligament.
I know that my accident is a test from Allah... and the sad thing is, I failed. I really failed big time. No need to explain the intricacies lah... Just that, I failed his test.. miserably.
Because of my condition and because CY is busy at the hospital and CT pulak dah balik kampung husband, CY and I started our kuih raya making yesterday. Itupun setelah we finally understood Mummy's hints.
We made tart nenas. And the pineapple filling CY made was soooo amazing, I decided to bake butter cakes to sandwich the jam. MI and MH came too so it was nice.
Itu yang best about raya for me, the preparation. If I think about my past rayas, I always thought about the preparations. Usually the day before, sebab lagi last minute, lagi thrill. HEHEHHEHE...
I remember one raya eve Mom was still sewing her curtains (I remember them being green...hahahahhah), us girls were baking, Bapak was outside with the ketupat and the boys... tengok tv kot.
I also remember there was one puasa month, I managed to come back to Malaysia. Again, the day before Raya us girls were busy baking but because I was rarely home, it was very special. We had sooo much fun. We took pictures and was happily goofing around. At one point we got hungry but all we could find was a packet of soto leftover from buka.
To make it enough for the four of us, I stirred in huge amounts of cili kicap to stop us from wolfing it down. We laughed so much while we tried to slurp the extra hot soup (for reasons that have now alluded me, slurping hot soup was colossally funny) and the next day, our raya was interrupted with frequent visits to the loo.
Anyway, I still went to work today. Company bagi half day so rugilah kan. But I have a lot if work !! It looks like I have to go to the office for awhile on Tuesday. Darn it.
Today CY and I sambung with the kuih raya making. She made more pineapple tarts while I made Jejari Kacang, Mom's must have kuih raya. It was sooo difficult to make I finished up 2 batches in 3 hours. Tak sempat dah nak buat apa.
I thought of making carbonara for buka but Kamil was having none of it. He got wind of Mom's plan to include Sup Tulang in the buka menu. I managed to prepare the batter for the cakes but didn't bake them sebab dah pukul 6 dah. My oven's timer dial dah tercabut. Although it is still functional but I have no idea what was the number I turn the dial to, so tak berani nak leave the cake in the oven while I was away.
After buka quickly went to get my baju raya from the tailor and then bawak my brothers to Sunway Pyramid for last minute baju raya. Sedih tau. I actually sent 4 kains for baju kurung sometime in June. Then last week I asked KM, bila baju siap. She said next week. Call again and she said Raya eve. I wasn't surprise because she always, always left mine to the last minute and I always, always got mine raya eve.
Tadi I called to arrange for the best time to collect my bajus and she told me, with a little laugh, that she only made 1. One ! Uno ! Satu !
Aku tahulah aku ni bukan jenis marah, but jangan lah treat aku macam tu sekali. Come on lah. I hantar so awal why can't she make mine first ? Sometimes kan orang selalu take advantage dengan orang yang tak nak marah macama aku ni. Macam senang-senang aje nak tolak ke tepi ke tengah. Tapi dia tak tahu aku tak nak marah dia just because aku hormat. Plus, she is damn good at her work. HAhahah.. Jangan sampaku naik fed-up dah lah. Kang aku hantar kat orang lain kang...
And I don't know why, aku sedih sangat dapat 1 baju aje tahun ni. Kalau 2 tu boleh tahan jugak lah, tapi ini satu. Tomorrow raya kat sini but second raya balik kampung. And I want to wear a new one for my kampung.
Sedih tau... Terkilan sangat rasanya. Nak pegi beli yang ready made, aku dah janji dengan adik2 nak bawak dia orang shopping pulak.. So tak sempat.
Takpalah nasib baik ada baju baru masa CY kawin ari tu. Kamil kata pakai ajelah baju lama. Ada banyak yang belum pakai, katanya. Hallo... I ni perempuan. Working woman pulak tu. Mana ada baju kurung yang belum pakai. Orang laki yelah tak pakai baju Melayu pergi kerja and pergi function. Tapi orang perempuan ni, baju kurung staple tau dak. Staple !!!!
Macam budak-budak rasanya merajuk tak de baju raya. Dah tua-tua ni sensitive agaknya.
Anyway, I just switched off the oven and pliers turned my oven timer (dial tu dah tercabut so kena pusing by kepit the thin inner dial with pliers. Canggih sungguh oven tak sampai 2 tahun aku ni.)
Kamil just finished washing his car and right now is berrating his cat Gizmo for hissing at Nosey and Moggie, her 2 older children. Mentang-mentang dah ada baby baru, anak-anak lama-lama dia naik menyampah pulak. Kamil doesn't tolerate bad attitudes even from his cats.
Selamat Hari Raya from me. Hope you have a good and tears free one. I know I will be bawling because Kamil is forcing to visit Shera. The thought of her grave pun buat aku nangis, a physical visit would definitely warrant a wail.
I really don't want to go.
Anyway, minta ampun dan maaf jika ada tersilap kata dan tersalah laku.
PS : When I was still at school, bila kita cakap Maaf Zahir dan Batin mesti ada yang cakap, batin tu untuk suami isteri aje. I never understood it because seriously, aku tak tahu apa maksud batin. But hari tu baca 99 nama Allah, batin tu maksudnya yang tersembunyi. So meaning, zahir dan batin is yang nampak dan yang tak nampak.. or something like that.
So... apa kena mengena dengan suami isteri ?
Cuba explain sat.
I know that my accident is a test from Allah... and the sad thing is, I failed. I really failed big time. No need to explain the intricacies lah... Just that, I failed his test.. miserably.
Because of my condition and because CY is busy at the hospital and CT pulak dah balik kampung husband, CY and I started our kuih raya making yesterday. Itupun setelah we finally understood Mummy's hints.
We made tart nenas. And the pineapple filling CY made was soooo amazing, I decided to bake butter cakes to sandwich the jam. MI and MH came too so it was nice.
Itu yang best about raya for me, the preparation. If I think about my past rayas, I always thought about the preparations. Usually the day before, sebab lagi last minute, lagi thrill. HEHEHHEHE...
I remember one raya eve Mom was still sewing her curtains (I remember them being green...hahahahhah), us girls were baking, Bapak was outside with the ketupat and the boys... tengok tv kot.
I also remember there was one puasa month, I managed to come back to Malaysia. Again, the day before Raya us girls were busy baking but because I was rarely home, it was very special. We had sooo much fun. We took pictures and was happily goofing around. At one point we got hungry but all we could find was a packet of soto leftover from buka.
To make it enough for the four of us, I stirred in huge amounts of cili kicap to stop us from wolfing it down. We laughed so much while we tried to slurp the extra hot soup (for reasons that have now alluded me, slurping hot soup was colossally funny) and the next day, our raya was interrupted with frequent visits to the loo.
Anyway, I still went to work today. Company bagi half day so rugilah kan. But I have a lot if work !! It looks like I have to go to the office for awhile on Tuesday. Darn it.
Today CY and I sambung with the kuih raya making. She made more pineapple tarts while I made Jejari Kacang, Mom's must have kuih raya. It was sooo difficult to make I finished up 2 batches in 3 hours. Tak sempat dah nak buat apa.
I thought of making carbonara for buka but Kamil was having none of it. He got wind of Mom's plan to include Sup Tulang in the buka menu. I managed to prepare the batter for the cakes but didn't bake them sebab dah pukul 6 dah. My oven's timer dial dah tercabut. Although it is still functional but I have no idea what was the number I turn the dial to, so tak berani nak leave the cake in the oven while I was away.
After buka quickly went to get my baju raya from the tailor and then bawak my brothers to Sunway Pyramid for last minute baju raya. Sedih tau. I actually sent 4 kains for baju kurung sometime in June. Then last week I asked KM, bila baju siap. She said next week. Call again and she said Raya eve. I wasn't surprise because she always, always left mine to the last minute and I always, always got mine raya eve.
Tadi I called to arrange for the best time to collect my bajus and she told me, with a little laugh, that she only made 1. One ! Uno ! Satu !
Aku tahulah aku ni bukan jenis marah, but jangan lah treat aku macam tu sekali. Come on lah. I hantar so awal why can't she make mine first ? Sometimes kan orang selalu take advantage dengan orang yang tak nak marah macama aku ni. Macam senang-senang aje nak tolak ke tepi ke tengah. Tapi dia tak tahu aku tak nak marah dia just because aku hormat. Plus, she is damn good at her work. HAhahah.. Jangan sampaku naik fed-up dah lah. Kang aku hantar kat orang lain kang...
And I don't know why, aku sedih sangat dapat 1 baju aje tahun ni. Kalau 2 tu boleh tahan jugak lah, tapi ini satu. Tomorrow raya kat sini but second raya balik kampung. And I want to wear a new one for my kampung.
Sedih tau... Terkilan sangat rasanya. Nak pegi beli yang ready made, aku dah janji dengan adik2 nak bawak dia orang shopping pulak.. So tak sempat.
Takpalah nasib baik ada baju baru masa CY kawin ari tu. Kamil kata pakai ajelah baju lama. Ada banyak yang belum pakai, katanya. Hallo... I ni perempuan. Working woman pulak tu. Mana ada baju kurung yang belum pakai. Orang laki yelah tak pakai baju Melayu pergi kerja and pergi function. Tapi orang perempuan ni, baju kurung staple tau dak. Staple !!!!
Macam budak-budak rasanya merajuk tak de baju raya. Dah tua-tua ni sensitive agaknya.
Anyway, I just switched off the oven and pliers turned my oven timer (dial tu dah tercabut so kena pusing by kepit the thin inner dial with pliers. Canggih sungguh oven tak sampai 2 tahun aku ni.)
Kamil just finished washing his car and right now is berrating his cat Gizmo for hissing at Nosey and Moggie, her 2 older children. Mentang-mentang dah ada baby baru, anak-anak lama-lama dia naik menyampah pulak. Kamil doesn't tolerate bad attitudes even from his cats.
Selamat Hari Raya from me. Hope you have a good and tears free one. I know I will be bawling because Kamil is forcing to visit Shera. The thought of her grave pun buat aku nangis, a physical visit would definitely warrant a wail.
I really don't want to go.
Anyway, minta ampun dan maaf jika ada tersilap kata dan tersalah laku.
PS : When I was still at school, bila kita cakap Maaf Zahir dan Batin mesti ada yang cakap, batin tu untuk suami isteri aje. I never understood it because seriously, aku tak tahu apa maksud batin. But hari tu baca 99 nama Allah, batin tu maksudnya yang tersembunyi. So meaning, zahir dan batin is yang nampak dan yang tak nampak.. or something like that.
So... apa kena mengena dengan suami isteri ?
Cuba explain sat.
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Dah 11 tahun aku kawin dengan si Kamil ni...
Yesterday was our 11th wedding anniversary.
I asked him where he wants to take me... and he said he doesn't know....
Well... we can't go anywhere pun as my cousin had a berbuka do.
Anyway, he came home from work very late yesterday and I know he went to buy a breadmaker for me. I know him soo well and when he actually came home with it, I just smiled.. before I remembered to feign surprise to make him happy.
We slept quite late yesterday. We hugged eachother as we talked well into the night. About this and that. Suddenly he said, "I love you the same today as the day I met you 18 years ago...."
I looked up at him and he quickly added, "I love you more now... much more now than I did 18 years ago...."
He knows me well too...HAhahahha...
Happy Anniversary, Kamil.........
I don't think I need to profess how much I love you as I am sure you know...
I asked him where he wants to take me... and he said he doesn't know....
Well... we can't go anywhere pun as my cousin had a berbuka do.
Anyway, he came home from work very late yesterday and I know he went to buy a breadmaker for me. I know him soo well and when he actually came home with it, I just smiled.. before I remembered to feign surprise to make him happy.
We slept quite late yesterday. We hugged eachother as we talked well into the night. About this and that. Suddenly he said, "I love you the same today as the day I met you 18 years ago...."
I looked up at him and he quickly added, "I love you more now... much more now than I did 18 years ago...."
He knows me well too...HAhahahha...
Happy Anniversary, Kamil.........
I don't think I need to profess how much I love you as I am sure you know...
Saturday, September 04, 2010
Nostalgia Ramadhan..........
Apa aku nak cerita ? I want to write an entry but I have forgotten what I planned to write, so now had been staring at the screen, trying to remember ... but... naaah... Can't remember.
Yesterday berbuka with the Bs. Pergi Sahara Tent but it wasn't that nice. Maybe kat KL je yang sedap, kat Shah Alam punya tak... I dunno.
Tadi berbuka at my cousin's. My Bab and Mami Ela ada, my cousin's brother and family pun ada as they are back from Dubai for Raya, my other cousin pun ada so it was a merry affair. I love being with my cousins, especially since Kamil get along so well with them, talking and laughing like they have had always been a family.
On my dad's side, we don't have that many females. There are only 6 of us and my Dad provided 4 of them... hahahahah....
Nasib baiklah my cousins marry wonderful women yang buleh buat kawan ...
When Ramadhan comes, I usually think about my kampungs.
If I think about my Penang kampung, I will remember Tok's masak lemak ketam, and bubur Asyura, red floors, black toilet seats, laksa and cok udang at Pantai Bersih and my Tok Wan, on his bed... He didnt 'move much on account of his stroke... So I remember kissing and hugging his frail body.
And cousins. I remember my cousins. Wanting to join the bigger ones, but got stuck playing with those that is closer to my age. Not many, only 2 of them plus my brother. Tapi sekarang yang aku dok ligat berkawan is with the older ones.... The first batch. Aku dah second batch.
I also remember Tok will force me and my brother to send kuih raya to her neighbours. But .... walaupun kena paksa, tapi sebenarnya aku ni paksa rela sebab selalunya dapat duit raya. Tok lived amongst the Chinese and they had always been very, very generous. Paling sikit pun not hijau... but usually, yang merah berkeping-keping.
And if I think about Perak, I remember silver door, nasi lemak 2 kupang which Wan susun tinggi-tinggi, railways and my Tok riding his motorbike. And his laughter... I will always remember him smiling, laughing and cracking jokes.
In Perak since my brother is the eldest cucu, well... we didn't have anybody to play with. Kita orang yang first batch. Tapi my adik-adik adalah banyak kawan among the cousins. Dah besar-besar ni, aku berkawan dengan my aunties... Besssstttt..... HEhehehhehe...
Ramadhan and raya... it is all about families kan ? It is always about family and I am so glad I have plenty.
Yesterday berbuka with the Bs. Pergi Sahara Tent but it wasn't that nice. Maybe kat KL je yang sedap, kat Shah Alam punya tak... I dunno.
Tadi berbuka at my cousin's. My Bab and Mami Ela ada, my cousin's brother and family pun ada as they are back from Dubai for Raya, my other cousin pun ada so it was a merry affair. I love being with my cousins, especially since Kamil get along so well with them, talking and laughing like they have had always been a family.
On my dad's side, we don't have that many females. There are only 6 of us and my Dad provided 4 of them... hahahahah....
Nasib baiklah my cousins marry wonderful women yang buleh buat kawan ...
When Ramadhan comes, I usually think about my kampungs.
If I think about my Penang kampung, I will remember Tok's masak lemak ketam, and bubur Asyura, red floors, black toilet seats, laksa and cok udang at Pantai Bersih and my Tok Wan, on his bed... He didnt 'move much on account of his stroke... So I remember kissing and hugging his frail body.
And cousins. I remember my cousins. Wanting to join the bigger ones, but got stuck playing with those that is closer to my age. Not many, only 2 of them plus my brother. Tapi sekarang yang aku dok ligat berkawan is with the older ones.... The first batch. Aku dah second batch.
I also remember Tok will force me and my brother to send kuih raya to her neighbours. But .... walaupun kena paksa, tapi sebenarnya aku ni paksa rela sebab selalunya dapat duit raya. Tok lived amongst the Chinese and they had always been very, very generous. Paling sikit pun not hijau... but usually, yang merah berkeping-keping.
And if I think about Perak, I remember silver door, nasi lemak 2 kupang which Wan susun tinggi-tinggi, railways and my Tok riding his motorbike. And his laughter... I will always remember him smiling, laughing and cracking jokes.
In Perak since my brother is the eldest cucu, well... we didn't have anybody to play with. Kita orang yang first batch. Tapi my adik-adik adalah banyak kawan among the cousins. Dah besar-besar ni, aku berkawan dengan my aunties... Besssstttt..... HEhehehhehe...
Ramadhan and raya... it is all about families kan ? It is always about family and I am so glad I have plenty.
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Sian Abang ikut perangai mak dia....
Yesterday Kamil took us to MidValley for Raya clothes. Aku tak dapat, budak-budak saja. Semua dah complete tinggal shoes for Abang saja. Susah betul being in between sizes. No more kids not yet adult.
I really want this Marks and Spencer blouse tapi hari tu when I wanted to buy it, Kamil kata tunggu Marks and Spencer sale in a few days time. Tak de pun... so finally when I chekced out the store at KLCC dah habis size aku.
Tension tau !!!!
Anyway, something funny happened last night. We broke our fast at Tramcar. Sadly it was far from satisfying. Kamil told me that he doesn't feel like buka outside. He prefers at home or at my Mum's tapi aku teringin chicken chop. Dah kaki ceme sebelah, mana buleh nak masak sendiri.
But it was dissapointing. I ordered Seafood platter but my appetite was taken away from me when I cut into this identified seafood that tasted so bloody disgusting. Kamil's Mixed Grill was tough and dry. Sayang... I should've have sticked to my staple of meehoon hailam. Mesti sedap.
Anyway, singgah the bank on the way home. Kamil went in alone and it was just the kids and I in the car.
As aku dok busy melayan perasaan, tak perasan pun yang Kamil had been gone for quite some time until, "Mana Babah ?" Abang asked in a whiny voice.
Eh ?
"Adik... has Babah left us ?"
Err.... sounds familiar.
Ädik whine pulak. "Babah...... Where's Babah ?"
"Mummy... can you call Babah ?" Abang asked as he came near me.
Aku boleh saja but I was interested to see how the drama unfolded, so I fibbed Babah tinggal phone in the car. Abang groaned.
"Mummy... I am so wooorrrried about Babah... He has been gone a long time..." Ye ke ? Serious aku tak perasan.
"Abang, what do you think could happen to your father in the bank ?"
"Somebody can kidnap him...."
Ya Rabbi... sapa nak curik lelaki botak tu nak oii..... Throw away electricity only...
"Adik... you think Babah has run away ?" Abang asked Adik pulak.
"Abang.... I am soo scared. I am starving... If Babah run away, I cannot eat my chicken chop !!"
"Adik ni ! Asyik ingat pasal makan saja. You don't care about Babah !"
"I do !" Adik protested. "But I am also starving !! Babah has to take us home so I can eat !"
Depa ni kan, walaupun mak hangpa ni ceme kaki sebelah, I can take care of you guys perfectly well, okay ? I can take you home. Bukannya aku tak dak lesen kereta. Aku macam tunggui ja tang tu while they lamented about being stranded if Babah indeed did a runner.
"Babah......." Abang dah nangis.
Aiyoo... I knowlah the last entry aku baru saja cerita aku buat perangai yang.... almost the same but... and here is the biggest but, I didn't make my sister worry about it. I kept it all to myself. I was calm and collected and thought of ways to get out of our supposed predicament. Not whining like Abang.
"Mummy... Babah pakai baju apa ?" Abang dah start tersedu-sedan dah. Kalau pasanag lagu raya sure meraung punya tu.
Then... "Is that Babah ? Babah ! Babah ! Babah !"
Ya Allah, punyalah happy. Bila Babah entered the car, Abang and Adik terkam Babah but Babah tak perasan pun because he was busy barking at Maybank customer service. Hehehehhehehehe.....
I looked at my children at the back seat. Adik was hugging her tapau-ed chicken chop (she couldn''t eat any during buka sebab perut dah masuk angin. She was in agony actually.... Tapi bila pegi Subang Parade okay aje melompat-lompat....)but Abang, his eyes was closed in relief.
He had his head rested on the seat, looking calm but you could see his turmoil from the heavy movements of his chest.
Sian dia.... I quite understand it actually.
Hehehhehe.....
I really want this Marks and Spencer blouse tapi hari tu when I wanted to buy it, Kamil kata tunggu Marks and Spencer sale in a few days time. Tak de pun... so finally when I chekced out the store at KLCC dah habis size aku.
Tension tau !!!!
Anyway, something funny happened last night. We broke our fast at Tramcar. Sadly it was far from satisfying. Kamil told me that he doesn't feel like buka outside. He prefers at home or at my Mum's tapi aku teringin chicken chop. Dah kaki ceme sebelah, mana buleh nak masak sendiri.
But it was dissapointing. I ordered Seafood platter but my appetite was taken away from me when I cut into this identified seafood that tasted so bloody disgusting. Kamil's Mixed Grill was tough and dry. Sayang... I should've have sticked to my staple of meehoon hailam. Mesti sedap.
Anyway, singgah the bank on the way home. Kamil went in alone and it was just the kids and I in the car.
As aku dok busy melayan perasaan, tak perasan pun yang Kamil had been gone for quite some time until, "Mana Babah ?" Abang asked in a whiny voice.
Eh ?
"Adik... has Babah left us ?"
Err.... sounds familiar.
Ädik whine pulak. "Babah...... Where's Babah ?"
"Mummy... can you call Babah ?" Abang asked as he came near me.
Aku boleh saja but I was interested to see how the drama unfolded, so I fibbed Babah tinggal phone in the car. Abang groaned.
"Mummy... I am so wooorrrried about Babah... He has been gone a long time..." Ye ke ? Serious aku tak perasan.
"Abang, what do you think could happen to your father in the bank ?"
"Somebody can kidnap him...."
Ya Rabbi... sapa nak curik lelaki botak tu nak oii..... Throw away electricity only...
"Adik... you think Babah has run away ?" Abang asked Adik pulak.
"Abang.... I am soo scared. I am starving... If Babah run away, I cannot eat my chicken chop !!"
"Adik ni ! Asyik ingat pasal makan saja. You don't care about Babah !"
"I do !" Adik protested. "But I am also starving !! Babah has to take us home so I can eat !"
Depa ni kan, walaupun mak hangpa ni ceme kaki sebelah, I can take care of you guys perfectly well, okay ? I can take you home. Bukannya aku tak dak lesen kereta. Aku macam tunggui ja tang tu while they lamented about being stranded if Babah indeed did a runner.
"Babah......." Abang dah nangis.
Aiyoo... I knowlah the last entry aku baru saja cerita aku buat perangai yang.... almost the same but... and here is the biggest but, I didn't make my sister worry about it. I kept it all to myself. I was calm and collected and thought of ways to get out of our supposed predicament. Not whining like Abang.
"Mummy... Babah pakai baju apa ?" Abang dah start tersedu-sedan dah. Kalau pasanag lagu raya sure meraung punya tu.
Then... "Is that Babah ? Babah ! Babah ! Babah !"
Ya Allah, punyalah happy. Bila Babah entered the car, Abang and Adik terkam Babah but Babah tak perasan pun because he was busy barking at Maybank customer service. Hehehehhehehehe.....
I looked at my children at the back seat. Adik was hugging her tapau-ed chicken chop (she couldn''t eat any during buka sebab perut dah masuk angin. She was in agony actually.... Tapi bila pegi Subang Parade okay aje melompat-lompat....)but Abang, his eyes was closed in relief.
He had his head rested on the seat, looking calm but you could see his turmoil from the heavy movements of his chest.
Sian dia.... I quite understand it actually.
Hehehhehe.....
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Aku dari kecik2 imagination memang teruk....
Today to pass the time, Kamil ajak pegi Subang Parade.. And Subang Parade is more wheelchair friendly then KLCC because they have ramps... can I call them ramps ?.. or bridges I suppose...apart from escalators to connect one floor to another.
So we didn't waste anytime to wait for the elevator to move from top to bottom.
The kuih rayas on sale looked so tempting. We never bought any kuihs from unacquainted stalls but when I saw one so beautifully designed to be mouthwatering and was informed it is orange flavoured, I grabbed a box immediately.It tasted like Cadbury Zip perisa orange, kay ? Am gonna get the strawberry flavour ones as soon as I could manage and stock up the orange ones for raya. They are super delish !
I dunno why today, as I was wheeled around Subang Parade, I teringat sangat this one incident when I was small.. at a time when Globe Silk Store was still the place to go.
Heheh...
Anyway one puasa month Ayah took me and my sister CT to Globe for baju raya. When we got there, Ayah dropped me and CT in front of the store while he went to park the car. He knew he would have to park the car quite far away and wanted to spare his girls the long walk.
So there we were, CT and I in front of Globe, waiting for Ayah to join us. The place was busy. Cars were wheezing by, the blind men band were playing at their usual spot ... you know what it was like.
I dunno why that day, I felt that Ayah took such a long time to come and get us. And I don't know how long we had been waiting when I became very anxious. For some reason, as time passed by and kelibat Ayah masih tak nampak-nampak, I began to suspect that he actually was abandoning us there and did a runner.
I got more panicky by the minute when that idea formed in my head. I scanned the crowd many times over but still he wasn't there. At that time pulak I think a few buses stopped in front of the store, so there were quite a lot of people milling about and I was sooo scared that probably he had missed us in the crowd somehow. So I had a very panicky look around, trying to single out my dad from the many, many heads and arms and bodies and legs around me, my head jerking left, right and centre rapidly.
I remember clutching my sister's hand tightly as I kept on looking for the sight of my dad and... planned the means to get home if he had really left us there.
I did a mental calculation of the money I had with me which was nada. Then I tried to remember the way home and was quite pleased with myself because it didn't seem to be that far away.
I was confident that I could get my sister home to my mom... which was the surest thing on the earth for me at that time. Sure we would miss buka but the most important thing is to get home.
I also clearly remember my plan to approach the men in blue and ask for a ride home if necessary.
Sambil-sambil tu my heart kept sinking because makin lama, makin I was convinced that Ayah had really abandoned us there.
Aku sedih sangat sekarang because I can still remember how scared I was. The sadness toksah cakaplah because I am Ayah's little girl and I couldn't understand what I had done sampai kena buang kat Globe.
Aku sedih ni..... Hehehhe.....
Aku mula terbayang-bayang adik-adik kat rumah, my mom...I always see her cooking when I try to conjure her in my memory, the house... everything.... Sedihnya kena buang tu toksah cakaplah.
Lepas tu, tiba-tiba... there he was... my Ayah right in front of me, hands tighly folded and face very much bewildered as he looked at me.
"Awatnya muka macam tu ?" He asked.
My elation to see him cannot be described but I also cannot describe my embarrassment for having such wild imagination... and so little faith in my own dad.
Hehhehe..
I remember him cupping my face and asked, "You ingat I tinggai you kat sini ka ? Ayah dok duduk tang tu lama dah.. dok tengok kat you..."
I shook my head while wiping the tears that fell, while smiling with relief at him.
"Heh !" He said and shook his head and hugged me. The 'heh' is for "Apa hang ingat aku teruk sangat ni ?" I am sure. Then he smiled his bewildered smile and I never felt so happy at that moment.
I remember that year, he bought me a yellow cotton baju kurung with small yellow and orang flowers scattered all over. It had yellow piping which I really like.
For CT he chose a blue checked baju kurung which made her looked more boyish than ever, I thought.
Then he took us back to the car and it was a long walk indeed, which explained why it took such a long time for him to get to us. Plus I don't know how long he had been standing there, watching the play of emotions on my face
Why am I like this ?
I dunno...
So we didn't waste anytime to wait for the elevator to move from top to bottom.
The kuih rayas on sale looked so tempting. We never bought any kuihs from unacquainted stalls but when I saw one so beautifully designed to be mouthwatering and was informed it is orange flavoured, I grabbed a box immediately.It tasted like Cadbury Zip perisa orange, kay ? Am gonna get the strawberry flavour ones as soon as I could manage and stock up the orange ones for raya. They are super delish !
I dunno why today, as I was wheeled around Subang Parade, I teringat sangat this one incident when I was small.. at a time when Globe Silk Store was still the place to go.
Heheh...
Anyway one puasa month Ayah took me and my sister CT to Globe for baju raya. When we got there, Ayah dropped me and CT in front of the store while he went to park the car. He knew he would have to park the car quite far away and wanted to spare his girls the long walk.
So there we were, CT and I in front of Globe, waiting for Ayah to join us. The place was busy. Cars were wheezing by, the blind men band were playing at their usual spot ... you know what it was like.
I dunno why that day, I felt that Ayah took such a long time to come and get us. And I don't know how long we had been waiting when I became very anxious. For some reason, as time passed by and kelibat Ayah masih tak nampak-nampak, I began to suspect that he actually was abandoning us there and did a runner.
I got more panicky by the minute when that idea formed in my head. I scanned the crowd many times over but still he wasn't there. At that time pulak I think a few buses stopped in front of the store, so there were quite a lot of people milling about and I was sooo scared that probably he had missed us in the crowd somehow. So I had a very panicky look around, trying to single out my dad from the many, many heads and arms and bodies and legs around me, my head jerking left, right and centre rapidly.
I remember clutching my sister's hand tightly as I kept on looking for the sight of my dad and... planned the means to get home if he had really left us there.
I did a mental calculation of the money I had with me which was nada. Then I tried to remember the way home and was quite pleased with myself because it didn't seem to be that far away.
I was confident that I could get my sister home to my mom... which was the surest thing on the earth for me at that time. Sure we would miss buka but the most important thing is to get home.
I also clearly remember my plan to approach the men in blue and ask for a ride home if necessary.
Sambil-sambil tu my heart kept sinking because makin lama, makin I was convinced that Ayah had really abandoned us there.
Aku sedih sangat sekarang because I can still remember how scared I was. The sadness toksah cakaplah because I am Ayah's little girl and I couldn't understand what I had done sampai kena buang kat Globe.
Aku sedih ni..... Hehehhe.....
Aku mula terbayang-bayang adik-adik kat rumah, my mom...I always see her cooking when I try to conjure her in my memory, the house... everything.... Sedihnya kena buang tu toksah cakaplah.
Lepas tu, tiba-tiba... there he was... my Ayah right in front of me, hands tighly folded and face very much bewildered as he looked at me.
"Awatnya muka macam tu ?" He asked.
My elation to see him cannot be described but I also cannot describe my embarrassment for having such wild imagination... and so little faith in my own dad.
Hehhehe..
I remember him cupping my face and asked, "You ingat I tinggai you kat sini ka ? Ayah dok duduk tang tu lama dah.. dok tengok kat you..."
I shook my head while wiping the tears that fell, while smiling with relief at him.
"Heh !" He said and shook his head and hugged me. The 'heh' is for "Apa hang ingat aku teruk sangat ni ?" I am sure. Then he smiled his bewildered smile and I never felt so happy at that moment.
I remember that year, he bought me a yellow cotton baju kurung with small yellow and orang flowers scattered all over. It had yellow piping which I really like.
For CT he chose a blue checked baju kurung which made her looked more boyish than ever, I thought.
Then he took us back to the car and it was a long walk indeed, which explained why it took such a long time for him to get to us. Plus I don't know how long he had been standing there, watching the play of emotions on my face
Why am I like this ?
I dunno...
Saturday, August 28, 2010
KLCC
Took the kids for baju raya yesterday.
Before Jumaat prayers went to Shah Alam Mall. Abang had a haircut and while trawling the very, very sparse mall, found baju kurung for Adik. Hehhehe... Actually she tried on a very adult baju kebaya and she really, really wanted it but then Babah wanted her little girl to remain a little girl longer so he firmly showed her a delicious pink baju kurung with brown polka dots. It was so saccharine sweet, she looked like candy.
He also found a brown baju kurung with white dots which he likes for me. I was surprised because he hates polka dots ! With a passion ! But somehow his dislike evaporated yesterday. The miracle of Ramadhan peeps ! But sayangnya takdak size... so melepas le...
After prayers we made our way to KLCC pulak. Yeehaa !! Dah lama sangat tak pi I was excited.
First in the agenda, toilet for me. I who insists on cleanliness have no choice but to patronise the RM2 loos. Since I was in a wheelie, they opened up the Disabled toilet so I could go in with the wheelie sekali.
While in there I heard Kamil bersembang bagai dengan makcik jaga toilet tu... gelak-gelak siap so of course I asked what they talked about.
"Takde makcik tu tanya you ni isteri I ke... I cakaplah I kawin dengan you sebab kesian... Tak dorang ndak kat you.... Jadi I pun kawinlah dengan you..."
Yeah... sapa-sapa yang kat KLCC yesterday dalam pukul 4 petang rasa KLCC tu bergegar, it was no earthquake, it was me.
Anyway, KLCC is very disabled friendly, it was easy for me to be wheeled everywhere and the patrons are nice too. People held the lifts for us and opened doors for us and let us passed first. All races were willing to help so I suppose I could make my 1Malaysia story right there.
I had warned Kamil to berbuka at KLCC would be hard without reservations, something that he knows about by the way, him being local and all... But taakkk.... Degil... By 6 pm, all restaurants were fully booked. We had no choice but to park our butts at the food court at 6.30 pm ! Itupun dah penuh dah. Luckily a family of mat sallehs who just finished their meal quickly got up when they saw us. Siap kemaskan meja sekali... Bless....
So it was a long wait. Luckily we stocked up on books before we came so the kids and their momma were busy reading. Babah seperti biasa played with his mobile.
Kesian, ramai orang makan berdiri. And I feel that is unfair as we shared our table with like 10 youths who bought food and drinks from elsewhere. And people who actually bought food from the foodcourt had to eat standing up. Kalau dah beli makanan kat tempat lain tu, aku rasa takpe kot pegi makan kat tasik tu ke... Janganlah ambik tempat orang yang memang beli dari foodcourt itself.
Entahlah. We quickly ate because there were a lot of people who needed a table.
Quite a percentage of my gaji were used to buy beauty products, to...errrmm.... buang kedut di muka... ha ha... While Kamil paid, I went around the counters and asked for moisturiser samples... Cara paling baik untuk test moisturisers without committing to one. They are sooo expensive kalau tak sesuai sayang kan ?
So... that was my Friday. I love KLCC because it is convenient. Soon kena pegi MidValley jugak for Metrojaya. And I know MidValley will not be easy. Better take my crutches kot for that.
Before Jumaat prayers went to Shah Alam Mall. Abang had a haircut and while trawling the very, very sparse mall, found baju kurung for Adik. Hehhehe... Actually she tried on a very adult baju kebaya and she really, really wanted it but then Babah wanted her little girl to remain a little girl longer so he firmly showed her a delicious pink baju kurung with brown polka dots. It was so saccharine sweet, she looked like candy.
He also found a brown baju kurung with white dots which he likes for me. I was surprised because he hates polka dots ! With a passion ! But somehow his dislike evaporated yesterday. The miracle of Ramadhan peeps ! But sayangnya takdak size... so melepas le...
After prayers we made our way to KLCC pulak. Yeehaa !! Dah lama sangat tak pi I was excited.
First in the agenda, toilet for me. I who insists on cleanliness have no choice but to patronise the RM2 loos. Since I was in a wheelie, they opened up the Disabled toilet so I could go in with the wheelie sekali.
While in there I heard Kamil bersembang bagai dengan makcik jaga toilet tu... gelak-gelak siap so of course I asked what they talked about.
"Takde makcik tu tanya you ni isteri I ke... I cakaplah I kawin dengan you sebab kesian... Tak dorang ndak kat you.... Jadi I pun kawinlah dengan you..."
Yeah... sapa-sapa yang kat KLCC yesterday dalam pukul 4 petang rasa KLCC tu bergegar, it was no earthquake, it was me.
Anyway, KLCC is very disabled friendly, it was easy for me to be wheeled everywhere and the patrons are nice too. People held the lifts for us and opened doors for us and let us passed first. All races were willing to help so I suppose I could make my 1Malaysia story right there.
I had warned Kamil to berbuka at KLCC would be hard without reservations, something that he knows about by the way, him being local and all... But taakkk.... Degil... By 6 pm, all restaurants were fully booked. We had no choice but to park our butts at the food court at 6.30 pm ! Itupun dah penuh dah. Luckily a family of mat sallehs who just finished their meal quickly got up when they saw us. Siap kemaskan meja sekali... Bless....
So it was a long wait. Luckily we stocked up on books before we came so the kids and their momma were busy reading. Babah seperti biasa played with his mobile.
Kesian, ramai orang makan berdiri. And I feel that is unfair as we shared our table with like 10 youths who bought food and drinks from elsewhere. And people who actually bought food from the foodcourt had to eat standing up. Kalau dah beli makanan kat tempat lain tu, aku rasa takpe kot pegi makan kat tasik tu ke... Janganlah ambik tempat orang yang memang beli dari foodcourt itself.
Entahlah. We quickly ate because there were a lot of people who needed a table.
Quite a percentage of my gaji were used to buy beauty products, to...errrmm.... buang kedut di muka... ha ha... While Kamil paid, I went around the counters and asked for moisturiser samples... Cara paling baik untuk test moisturisers without committing to one. They are sooo expensive kalau tak sesuai sayang kan ?
So... that was my Friday. I love KLCC because it is convenient. Soon kena pegi MidValley jugak for Metrojaya. And I know MidValley will not be easy. Better take my crutches kot for that.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Adik's announcement
Hehhehe...
Gelak dulu sebelum tulis apa-apa.
Adik called at me work yesterday.
"Mummy... I have something to tell you...."
She took a deep breath then added, "I like a boy....."
All Mummy could say was, "Oh...."
And she said, "Yes... please tell Babah about it...."
Heheheheheh.... Gila apa budak ni ?
I mean, how could I not laugh ?
"Why can't you tell Babah yourself ?"
"Errmmm... I don't know.... Okay lah, bye !"
And she hung up.
And I sat there frozen, with the phone at me ear for quite sometime.
Frozen bukannya apa, was thinking when is the best time to tell her Babah and get the reaction that I want. And I was seeking for abject horror, and nothing less.
I love drama.
Thinking there is no time like the present, I called him. He didn't answer.
Nevermind.
Half an hour after that, Adik called me again. She told me about other stuffs that I have now forgotten about then, "Have you told Babah ?"
Hehhehehe.... Budak-budak pun tahu benda-benda macam ni kena bagitau Bapak.
"Err.... no...."
She sighed. "Takpelah, I will tell him myself..."
Kah kah kah kah.... Good luck, I thought but feeling a bit dissapointed because I won't be there to witness his reaction. Damn because I knew it was gonna be volcanic.
Mere minutes after that Kamil called.
"Apasal ?"
Hehe.... "Err......Adik ada call you ?"
Ada, he replied. But she talked about the other stuffs that I have forgotten about tu.
"Itu saja ?"
"Ha... kenapa ?"
Hehehhe... I was happy. And I have to admit, when I break the news to him, I was filled to the brim with glee. Every word I uttered was laced with mirth "Adik kata he likes a boy...."
"WHAT ?"
And I happily repeated.
"Tak nak lah.... I tak nak dengar...."
Hehehehhe......
"Well she told me to tell you...."
"Ha ?... I don't want to know....." Said the poor man and hung up.
Ahhahahahah... I like.
When he fetched me from work, his acknowledgement that the conversation we had ever happened was when he asked, "Sapa nama budak tu ?" and at my "I don't know", the subject was not mentioned again.
Until I heard his anguished and very loud, "Tak nak lah ADIK !!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" while they both were upstairs. Aku gelak macam nak pengsan.
In the car on the way to Mum's house for iftar of nasi tomato, he suddenly said, "Nama dia Fahmi...."
Hehehheheheheh.... Aku gelak aje lah... Muka Babah dia pun dah cukup nak bagi aku gelak 10 tahun, okay ?
"I told her, tak payah lah dulu...... But she said, "But Bah, I cannot help it !""
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH !
I had soooo much fun yesterday....
Gelak dulu sebelum tulis apa-apa.
Adik called at me work yesterday.
"Mummy... I have something to tell you...."
She took a deep breath then added, "I like a boy....."
All Mummy could say was, "Oh...."
And she said, "Yes... please tell Babah about it...."
Heheheheheh.... Gila apa budak ni ?
I mean, how could I not laugh ?
"Why can't you tell Babah yourself ?"
"Errmmm... I don't know.... Okay lah, bye !"
And she hung up.
And I sat there frozen, with the phone at me ear for quite sometime.
Frozen bukannya apa, was thinking when is the best time to tell her Babah and get the reaction that I want. And I was seeking for abject horror, and nothing less.
I love drama.
Thinking there is no time like the present, I called him. He didn't answer.
Nevermind.
Half an hour after that, Adik called me again. She told me about other stuffs that I have now forgotten about then, "Have you told Babah ?"
Hehhehehe.... Budak-budak pun tahu benda-benda macam ni kena bagitau Bapak.
"Err.... no...."
She sighed. "Takpelah, I will tell him myself..."
Kah kah kah kah.... Good luck, I thought but feeling a bit dissapointed because I won't be there to witness his reaction. Damn because I knew it was gonna be volcanic.
Mere minutes after that Kamil called.
"Apasal ?"
Hehe.... "Err......Adik ada call you ?"
Ada, he replied. But she talked about the other stuffs that I have forgotten about tu.
"Itu saja ?"
"Ha... kenapa ?"
Hehehhe... I was happy. And I have to admit, when I break the news to him, I was filled to the brim with glee. Every word I uttered was laced with mirth "Adik kata he likes a boy...."
"WHAT ?"
And I happily repeated.
"Tak nak lah.... I tak nak dengar...."
Hehehehhe......
"Well she told me to tell you...."
"Ha ?... I don't want to know....." Said the poor man and hung up.
Ahhahahahah... I like.
When he fetched me from work, his acknowledgement that the conversation we had ever happened was when he asked, "Sapa nama budak tu ?" and at my "I don't know", the subject was not mentioned again.
Until I heard his anguished and very loud, "Tak nak lah ADIK !!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" while they both were upstairs. Aku gelak macam nak pengsan.
In the car on the way to Mum's house for iftar of nasi tomato, he suddenly said, "Nama dia Fahmi...."
Hehehheheheheh.... Aku gelak aje lah... Muka Babah dia pun dah cukup nak bagi aku gelak 10 tahun, okay ?
"I told her, tak payah lah dulu...... But she said, "But Bah, I cannot help it !""
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH !
I had soooo much fun yesterday....
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Budi bahasa...
So today I started work.
Went to the doctor for my follow up yesterday and he took the bandages out. But he sent me to the physiotherapist to be fitted with tight ankle guard. Still have to use the crutches though. A week without walking has left my muscles weak so it was painful.. hence the crutches.
And my ankle is swtill swollen.
And he gave me 15 days of mc.
Yahoo ! But ... I went to work today.
So... wasted, huh ?
Anyway, while waiting for my medication yesterday, a pakcik who sat near us asked, "Kenapa ni, nak ?"
I smiled fondly at him because I find him calling me 'nak' was so endearing.
Aku rasa Bahasa Melayu ni indah. That is why I refer myself as Makcik instead of Aunty because I find Makcik has more ummpphhh ! Plus, rasa macam segan lak nak panggil Aunty.
I know... you must be wondering why my children call me Mummy then. I didn't want them to. I wanted to be called Mak actually. I was dreaming about it. But then Mak has to come with Bapak and Kamil refused to be called so.
He said he wants to be called Abah, like his dad. And so when he said that, okay lah... I will be called Mummy just like my own Mum then.
But.. actually my Mum didn't plan to be called Mummy either. My eldest brother was born in the States and he lived there until he was near 3 I think so he was just immitating what his peers called their mums.
So it got stuck.
I also like to call those younger than me as Adik. I learnt that from an ex-colleague and I like it. Rasa macam sopan dan mesra sangat. So I took a leaf out of his book and never looked back.
Melayu itu budi bahasa aku rasa...
Went to the doctor for my follow up yesterday and he took the bandages out. But he sent me to the physiotherapist to be fitted with tight ankle guard. Still have to use the crutches though. A week without walking has left my muscles weak so it was painful.. hence the crutches.
And my ankle is swtill swollen.
And he gave me 15 days of mc.
Yahoo ! But ... I went to work today.
So... wasted, huh ?
Anyway, while waiting for my medication yesterday, a pakcik who sat near us asked, "Kenapa ni, nak ?"
I smiled fondly at him because I find him calling me 'nak' was so endearing.
Aku rasa Bahasa Melayu ni indah. That is why I refer myself as Makcik instead of Aunty because I find Makcik has more ummpphhh ! Plus, rasa macam segan lak nak panggil Aunty.
I know... you must be wondering why my children call me Mummy then. I didn't want them to. I wanted to be called Mak actually. I was dreaming about it. But then Mak has to come with Bapak and Kamil refused to be called so.
He said he wants to be called Abah, like his dad. And so when he said that, okay lah... I will be called Mummy just like my own Mum then.
But.. actually my Mum didn't plan to be called Mummy either. My eldest brother was born in the States and he lived there until he was near 3 I think so he was just immitating what his peers called their mums.
So it got stuck.
I also like to call those younger than me as Adik. I learnt that from an ex-colleague and I like it. Rasa macam sopan dan mesra sangat. So I took a leaf out of his book and never looked back.
Melayu itu budi bahasa aku rasa...
Monday, August 23, 2010
Almost nothing weekend
Want to hear about my weekend ?
No need.
Seriously. Not much this lady with her gammy left foot could do.
At least Saturday keluar sekejap pegi 1Utama. Yesterday (Sunday)I was cooped up at home just watching the telly. Keluar sekejap just before midnight pergi 7-11. That was my 10 minutes of seeing the world.
Ha ha....
So I did a lot sitting down and watching the telly aimlessly. I mean it was a novelty during the weekday but when the weekends rolled in, it was a damn nuisance.
Anyway, I reminisced a lot while sitting and I thought about Abang a lot at that.
Abang was a gorgeous, gorgeous baby.
He was, says his mother lah.
He was so fair and round with the biggest, innocent eyes. Lovely.
Anyway what I remembered so much that day was my boy loves Bear in The Big Blue House and he especially loves the song Bear and his friend Luna sing at the end of every show.
Tak kiralah kat mana or if we have any audience, he would demand it by saying, "Bear Blue House" and Kamil and I would comply. Mulalah kita orang menyanyi, punya nak melayan si tembam tu. And yang cutenya when we start singing, he would follow.. sampai pejam-pejam mata punya feeling. Pastu suruh ulang sampai kita orang penat.
He he... Sebak kejap bila ingat. Sekarang dia dah besar and dia yang nak nyanyi. Sengau pulak tu.. heheheheh
Aku also teringat when we went to Bangkok, he was about 3 years old and sangat lah ligat. You know how 3 year olds are, yeah ?
Anyway, when we got into the room, the first thing he attacked was the phone. Memang favourite dia. When we were living in Leicester pun kerja dia memang panjat meja and main dengan telephone. Kat rumah sendiri okaylah, we disconnected the line. Kat Bangkok tu tak berani lak because my boss would call using the room line.
Anyway, memang kita orang duduk tak senang sebab asyik kena tarik dia from the phone until I noticed the free fruit basket courtesy of the hotel had some rambutans in it. Knowing how much dia geli dengan rambutan, I took 2 and put them on the phone.
Selesai kerja. He didn't go near the damn thing the whole duration we were there at all !!
Alahai....
No need.
Seriously. Not much this lady with her gammy left foot could do.
At least Saturday keluar sekejap pegi 1Utama. Yesterday (Sunday)I was cooped up at home just watching the telly. Keluar sekejap just before midnight pergi 7-11. That was my 10 minutes of seeing the world.
Ha ha....
So I did a lot sitting down and watching the telly aimlessly. I mean it was a novelty during the weekday but when the weekends rolled in, it was a damn nuisance.
Anyway, I reminisced a lot while sitting and I thought about Abang a lot at that.
Abang was a gorgeous, gorgeous baby.
He was, says his mother lah.
He was so fair and round with the biggest, innocent eyes. Lovely.
Anyway what I remembered so much that day was my boy loves Bear in The Big Blue House and he especially loves the song Bear and his friend Luna sing at the end of every show.
Tak kiralah kat mana or if we have any audience, he would demand it by saying, "Bear Blue House" and Kamil and I would comply. Mulalah kita orang menyanyi, punya nak melayan si tembam tu. And yang cutenya when we start singing, he would follow.. sampai pejam-pejam mata punya feeling. Pastu suruh ulang sampai kita orang penat.
He he... Sebak kejap bila ingat. Sekarang dia dah besar and dia yang nak nyanyi. Sengau pulak tu.. heheheheh
Aku also teringat when we went to Bangkok, he was about 3 years old and sangat lah ligat. You know how 3 year olds are, yeah ?
Anyway, when we got into the room, the first thing he attacked was the phone. Memang favourite dia. When we were living in Leicester pun kerja dia memang panjat meja and main dengan telephone. Kat rumah sendiri okaylah, we disconnected the line. Kat Bangkok tu tak berani lak because my boss would call using the room line.
Anyway, memang kita orang duduk tak senang sebab asyik kena tarik dia from the phone until I noticed the free fruit basket courtesy of the hotel had some rambutans in it. Knowing how much dia geli dengan rambutan, I took 2 and put them on the phone.
Selesai kerja. He didn't go near the damn thing the whole duration we were there at all !!
Alahai....
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Dasar penakut
2 days ago Abang nak sembahyang Zuhur. Cari Adik, but makcik tu pulak dah tertidur. Penat kan bulan puasa. Anyway, Abang dok terkulat-kulat kat depan aku. Dah penakut, nak naik atas sembahyang siang-siang pun nak kena berteman.
Aku diam aje, didn't even look at him sebab malas nak dengar dia punya alasan. I suppose he could see my stony face and tak berani nak bersuara.
Suddenly, "Moggie ! Moggie !! Mana Moggie ni ?" He shouted. Aku dah start tersengih dah. Buatnya pulak si Moggie ni memang clever sikit. Kalau panggil nama dia memang dia datang punya... if he was of hearing distance lah. So berlari-larilah Moggie datang mengadap tuan dia. Abang scooped him up and took him upstairs with him. Aku dah gelak sakan dah masa tu. Tak ada orang nak teman, kucing pun jadilah.
Teringat terus kat my adik MJ. Sama aje penakut. Pernah sekali dia nak mandi tapi semua orang refused to teman dia. Bosan okay. So after a period of begging his brothers and sisters to teman, and our mom pulak dok memekak about his mandi-less state, I saw him walking past me, Moggie (that would be Moggie the first... after he died, subsequent orange cats are called Moggie too) in hand. I of course followed him. I caught him telling Moggie to say where he was and to not move. And then MJ proceeded to mandi with the door opened wide, darling Moggie obediently didn't move an inch.
HEhehehehhe.... Hailah... penyakit keturunan. Idea bernas turun-temurun.
Tapi kalau difikirkan, MJ ni memang penakut giler. Remember tak dulu Malaysia was plagued dengan urban legend hantu kom-kom ? You know how the hantu will go from house to house bagi salam and then she will leave a baby ka apa ka bila kita jawab.
Anyway, MJ was soooo bloody scared of the possibility of that hantu visiting us. Satu hari while having dinner, we were talking about it lah. Si MJ ni silapnya pi ubah tempat duduk and bertenggek kat our mom whose seat faced our huge french doors. And as per our custom, the doors were wide open to let the cool night air in.
Tiba-tiba, while we were busy talking about the hantu kom-kom, our stories getting wilder and wilder by the minute, we heard ada orang bagi salam from the opened doors. Kita orang yang dah besar-besar ni could recognise MP punya suara and sure enough when we looked, there he was, a furry towel wrapped around his head macam tudung tercegat dekat pintu tu, partly hidden by the drapes.
But... when we looked at MJ, Ya Rabbi, his face was white as sheet. Blood was completely drained from his face and the look of terror was unforgettable.
Hehehehhehe............ He was the only one who didn't get the joke. Nope... actually MP berjaya menakutkan MJ. HAHHAHAHA....
But to be fair, all of us memang penakut. And our dad loved to fuel it rather than try to make us braver.
Our dad is a snacker. Most nights he would look at one of us, his victim of choice, and say, "Bestnya kalau kita makan toast/ice-cream/olet (chocolates)/or whatever that took his fancy."
Sapa-sapa yang termakan dengan pujuk rayu dia kenalah pergi. And dah dasar penakut, fight would ensue first sebab now we have to rope in kawan nak teman.
Most times, mom will say, "Apa yang nak ditakutkan ? Pernah ke orang dalam rumah ni kena cekik dengan hantu ?"
Dah dengar tu, terpaksalah pergi jugak turun bawah sorang-sorang. But then dad would not be dad if he didn't make us cry. Dah sampai bawah aje, the toast maker usually would be grumbling out loud, he would shout, "Eleh nak marah buat apa... suruh lah nenek tua kat bawah tu tolong buat kan !"
Haa !! Meraunglah kita yang sorang-sorang kat bawah tu until my parents would chase another one to go down and teman kan pulak...
Hehehhehe... Problem kan ?
Aku diam aje, didn't even look at him sebab malas nak dengar dia punya alasan. I suppose he could see my stony face and tak berani nak bersuara.
Suddenly, "Moggie ! Moggie !! Mana Moggie ni ?" He shouted. Aku dah start tersengih dah. Buatnya pulak si Moggie ni memang clever sikit. Kalau panggil nama dia memang dia datang punya... if he was of hearing distance lah. So berlari-larilah Moggie datang mengadap tuan dia. Abang scooped him up and took him upstairs with him. Aku dah gelak sakan dah masa tu. Tak ada orang nak teman, kucing pun jadilah.
Teringat terus kat my adik MJ. Sama aje penakut. Pernah sekali dia nak mandi tapi semua orang refused to teman dia. Bosan okay. So after a period of begging his brothers and sisters to teman, and our mom pulak dok memekak about his mandi-less state, I saw him walking past me, Moggie (that would be Moggie the first... after he died, subsequent orange cats are called Moggie too) in hand. I of course followed him. I caught him telling Moggie to say where he was and to not move. And then MJ proceeded to mandi with the door opened wide, darling Moggie obediently didn't move an inch.
HEhehehehhe.... Hailah... penyakit keturunan. Idea bernas turun-temurun.
Tapi kalau difikirkan, MJ ni memang penakut giler. Remember tak dulu Malaysia was plagued dengan urban legend hantu kom-kom ? You know how the hantu will go from house to house bagi salam and then she will leave a baby ka apa ka bila kita jawab.
Anyway, MJ was soooo bloody scared of the possibility of that hantu visiting us. Satu hari while having dinner, we were talking about it lah. Si MJ ni silapnya pi ubah tempat duduk and bertenggek kat our mom whose seat faced our huge french doors. And as per our custom, the doors were wide open to let the cool night air in.
Tiba-tiba, while we were busy talking about the hantu kom-kom, our stories getting wilder and wilder by the minute, we heard ada orang bagi salam from the opened doors. Kita orang yang dah besar-besar ni could recognise MP punya suara and sure enough when we looked, there he was, a furry towel wrapped around his head macam tudung tercegat dekat pintu tu, partly hidden by the drapes.
But... when we looked at MJ, Ya Rabbi, his face was white as sheet. Blood was completely drained from his face and the look of terror was unforgettable.
Hehehehhehe............ He was the only one who didn't get the joke. Nope... actually MP berjaya menakutkan MJ. HAHHAHAHA....
But to be fair, all of us memang penakut. And our dad loved to fuel it rather than try to make us braver.
Our dad is a snacker. Most nights he would look at one of us, his victim of choice, and say, "Bestnya kalau kita makan toast/ice-cream/olet (chocolates)/or whatever that took his fancy."
Sapa-sapa yang termakan dengan pujuk rayu dia kenalah pergi. And dah dasar penakut, fight would ensue first sebab now we have to rope in kawan nak teman.
Most times, mom will say, "Apa yang nak ditakutkan ? Pernah ke orang dalam rumah ni kena cekik dengan hantu ?"
Dah dengar tu, terpaksalah pergi jugak turun bawah sorang-sorang. But then dad would not be dad if he didn't make us cry. Dah sampai bawah aje, the toast maker usually would be grumbling out loud, he would shout, "Eleh nak marah buat apa... suruh lah nenek tua kat bawah tu tolong buat kan !"
Haa !! Meraunglah kita yang sorang-sorang kat bawah tu until my parents would chase another one to go down and teman kan pulak...
Hehehhehe... Problem kan ?
Saturday, August 21, 2010
From Bandar Utama to Geneva
Just now we broke our fast in 1Utama.
I have been cooped up in the house too long, it cannot be healthy.
Anyway, we got a table outside of the restaurant, sort of on verandah or balcony.
Kamil took the restless kids to MPH for books so I was left alone with nary a book nor a magazine to read so I focused on the scenery. The verandah was huge so the paneless 'window'was huge too. As I gazed outside, it somehow reminded me of my trip to Geneva a few years ago.
I was entrusted to present a paper written by our researcher to the UN, UNCTAD to be precise. So there I was at the UN complex, feeling small from the importance and grandeur of the UN but giddy with excitement at the same time.
Anyway it was break time and I made my way to the canteen or cafe if you like, for a spot of hot tea. I took a table overlooking this huge window and the scenery was spectacular. It was winter and the world outide was covered in heavenly white snow. The trees, the field and if I was not mistaken there was a lake tucked somewhere between the branches. It was breathtaking.
In front of me was a steaming cup of tea, croissant and pain au chocolat. Nothing could be perfect. But... as I sat there, feeling inadequate but important at the same time, all I could think about was how I wish Kamil was there with me.
To me, the beauty that I was looking at and experiencing was totally wasted because I was alone. If only Kamil was there to admire the tranquility of it all. The hushed tones of my fellow patrons when they talk (sounding so bloody important), the outside world totally blanketed by ice so white it was almost silver, the delicious fare I was to partake... everything.
I wanted Kamil to see the way the snow elegantly covered the leaves and the branches of this very huge tree nearest to the window. And I wanted him to see the people I saw walking briskly by in their suits and whatnots. And I wanted to him look at the lake (as now I am sure there was one visible from my table) and admire it's serenity. As oppose to my trepidition for my turn to address the crowd, probably.
Because when I went back, I can't really put everything that I saw and felt in words. Words failed me. I can't really translate what I experienced visually....... vocally. Can I say that ? Heh. I remember him just nodding his head inanely while I tried my darnest to make him understand the trees and the lake and the people and the hushed tone. It was frustrating.
I really don't know why I suddenly was transported back to that day in Geneva. Sure I was alone again just now while I took in the scenery. But it was a very different scenery because it was very green and the ambiance was different too as loud music was blaring from the telly. Plus my family will re-join me soon so I wasn't totally alone.
Maybe it was the huge paneless 'window'. Probably... heh.
But you know, how I wish I could take Kamil there with me one day. To the same cafe, with croissants and pain au chocolat and the steaming tea in front of us while we enjoy the view outside so that he knows just what I was talking about.
I don't know why that is sooo important to me.
I have been cooped up in the house too long, it cannot be healthy.
Anyway, we got a table outside of the restaurant, sort of on verandah or balcony.
Kamil took the restless kids to MPH for books so I was left alone with nary a book nor a magazine to read so I focused on the scenery. The verandah was huge so the paneless 'window'was huge too. As I gazed outside, it somehow reminded me of my trip to Geneva a few years ago.
I was entrusted to present a paper written by our researcher to the UN, UNCTAD to be precise. So there I was at the UN complex, feeling small from the importance and grandeur of the UN but giddy with excitement at the same time.
Anyway it was break time and I made my way to the canteen or cafe if you like, for a spot of hot tea. I took a table overlooking this huge window and the scenery was spectacular. It was winter and the world outide was covered in heavenly white snow. The trees, the field and if I was not mistaken there was a lake tucked somewhere between the branches. It was breathtaking.
In front of me was a steaming cup of tea, croissant and pain au chocolat. Nothing could be perfect. But... as I sat there, feeling inadequate but important at the same time, all I could think about was how I wish Kamil was there with me.
To me, the beauty that I was looking at and experiencing was totally wasted because I was alone. If only Kamil was there to admire the tranquility of it all. The hushed tones of my fellow patrons when they talk (sounding so bloody important), the outside world totally blanketed by ice so white it was almost silver, the delicious fare I was to partake... everything.
I wanted Kamil to see the way the snow elegantly covered the leaves and the branches of this very huge tree nearest to the window. And I wanted him to see the people I saw walking briskly by in their suits and whatnots. And I wanted to him look at the lake (as now I am sure there was one visible from my table) and admire it's serenity. As oppose to my trepidition for my turn to address the crowd, probably.
Because when I went back, I can't really put everything that I saw and felt in words. Words failed me. I can't really translate what I experienced visually....... vocally. Can I say that ? Heh. I remember him just nodding his head inanely while I tried my darnest to make him understand the trees and the lake and the people and the hushed tone. It was frustrating.
I really don't know why I suddenly was transported back to that day in Geneva. Sure I was alone again just now while I took in the scenery. But it was a very different scenery because it was very green and the ambiance was different too as loud music was blaring from the telly. Plus my family will re-join me soon so I wasn't totally alone.
Maybe it was the huge paneless 'window'. Probably... heh.
But you know, how I wish I could take Kamil there with me one day. To the same cafe, with croissants and pain au chocolat and the steaming tea in front of us while we enjoy the view outside so that he knows just what I was talking about.
I don't know why that is sooo important to me.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Merepek hari Jemahat
Today is the errmm... 6th day I have been immobile... No... not completely immobile... but more limited mobility.
I found that I am quite a decent 1 leg hopper. Seriously. I can really hop the distance.... Heheh...
I also found that it is okay to bathe with cold water in the morning. The first spray of water is the hardest but after that it is quite all right.
Other than that, I get to catch up on my Criminal Minds. That is nice. But I think I am bit sick of the telly. I feel like reading now... But no new books and old books seemed to still be a bit familiar.
I can blog .... which I like very much.
I would like very much to cook actually. I really do but as much as I am good at hopping, I can't cook with that particular talent.
Yesterday Kamil had a berbuka do with his colleagues and their partners (if applicable...). I wasn't suppose to go on account I should really be at site. But since I was around yesterday I begged Kamil to take me anyway. Memang perangai aku, I had always liked to get to know Kamil's colleagues. More than anything, I just want to put a face to the names I hear on daily basis.
Anyway the place was beautiful and I was assured it was wheelchair friendly. It was, up to the restaurant only. After that... oh oh oh.... they had to beramai-ramai lifted me up, together with my wheelie, inside.
Segan ? Toksah cakap le... Don't get me wrong. I was having the time of my life being pushed by Kamil. But apparently that was the limit of my fun-ness. To be lifted up and being gawked at by the masses while that was happening was a tad too embarrassing for me.
Heh.
Luckily the food was good. They had a grill bar with seafood and lamb. Satay was delicious. So's the otak-otak. Dim sum was yum-my and the kuihs and the cakes and the tarts tasted as they should.
Laksa was okay and I heard the nasi ayam was masin.
So... that was the extend of what I had. Since I can't have a leisure stroll around the buffet table to choose on my own, I told Kamil that yesterday would be a test of how much he knows me. And he brought all that so that was quite good. Although, he missed out on the jagung only ais kacang. He didn't bring me any.. heheh. And I was too full of the above to be stroppy. But berpeluh-peluh jugak Mamat tu each time he put the plate thet he fixed in front of me. Hehhehe... Hai lah...
All in all, I would recommend Cyberview Lodge. The place was gorgeous and the food amazing. But at RM78++ a bit steep for my liking. But I suppose the ambiance has to be paid for. And for those men to carry me in.. ha ha....
I found that I am quite a decent 1 leg hopper. Seriously. I can really hop the distance.... Heheh...
I also found that it is okay to bathe with cold water in the morning. The first spray of water is the hardest but after that it is quite all right.
Other than that, I get to catch up on my Criminal Minds. That is nice. But I think I am bit sick of the telly. I feel like reading now... But no new books and old books seemed to still be a bit familiar.
I can blog .... which I like very much.
I would like very much to cook actually. I really do but as much as I am good at hopping, I can't cook with that particular talent.
Yesterday Kamil had a berbuka do with his colleagues and their partners (if applicable...). I wasn't suppose to go on account I should really be at site. But since I was around yesterday I begged Kamil to take me anyway. Memang perangai aku, I had always liked to get to know Kamil's colleagues. More than anything, I just want to put a face to the names I hear on daily basis.
Anyway the place was beautiful and I was assured it was wheelchair friendly. It was, up to the restaurant only. After that... oh oh oh.... they had to beramai-ramai lifted me up, together with my wheelie, inside.
Segan ? Toksah cakap le... Don't get me wrong. I was having the time of my life being pushed by Kamil. But apparently that was the limit of my fun-ness. To be lifted up and being gawked at by the masses while that was happening was a tad too embarrassing for me.
Heh.
Luckily the food was good. They had a grill bar with seafood and lamb. Satay was delicious. So's the otak-otak. Dim sum was yum-my and the kuihs and the cakes and the tarts tasted as they should.
Laksa was okay and I heard the nasi ayam was masin.
So... that was the extend of what I had. Since I can't have a leisure stroll around the buffet table to choose on my own, I told Kamil that yesterday would be a test of how much he knows me. And he brought all that so that was quite good. Although, he missed out on the jagung only ais kacang. He didn't bring me any.. heheh. And I was too full of the above to be stroppy. But berpeluh-peluh jugak Mamat tu each time he put the plate thet he fixed in front of me. Hehhehe... Hai lah...
All in all, I would recommend Cyberview Lodge. The place was gorgeous and the food amazing. But at RM78++ a bit steep for my liking. But I suppose the ambiance has to be paid for. And for those men to carry me in.. ha ha....
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Bibik baru...
Rajin sungguh aku update blog minggu ni yek... Dah mc adalah masa... Next week I will start my work again and kosonglah balik blog ni...
Sad.. as I love blogging...
Anyway, want to talk about my Bibik today. Sejak Neti pegi, Bibik lah stepped in. Sorry... I have no idea what her name is. Halimah rasanya. He he... Mummy told me once but somehow I just can't remember...
Takpalah kot... I call her Bibik.... She also calls herself Bibik... Kira okaylah tu.
Anyway, Neti she is not. First she can't read so that is a huge problem by itself there. We set our washing machine to wash at C but she kept doing it at E. Jenuh kami dok betulkan but she seems to like the letter E. So our baju doesn't come out as we wanted it from the washer.
Kamil is convinced she is out to destroy his clothes. All his t-shirts spot a small tear on the left sleeve. All. She successfully decommissioned 2 of his Raoul shirts by making the collars berbulu. Although I suspect the problem lays on the material of the shirts because nothing similar happened to his other shirts with different brands. NO... things do happen to his other shirts of different brands, only the type of injury to the shirts are different.
She never sweeps underneath our beds. Hari tu as soon as I got up from my sujud, I inadvertantly saw the atrocity that is under my bed. Aku rasa tikus pun ada duduk kat situ. The accumulated dust toksah cakap lah.
She usually forgets to wipe the stove off its oily grime and sticky splashes. I have to do it for her.
Yang paling Kamil angin, barang dah habis baru nak bagitau suruh beli. Berapa kali Kamil kena ulang-alik pergi beli barang.
So aku rasa berbaloi lah kalau aku nak tension. But.... I chose to concentrate on her plus sides. She is a great cook. She takes good care of the kids. The kids love her and manja dengan dia.
And dia sanggup jaga aku masa aku sakit ni. Nak tolong mandikan, sorong aku ke sana ke mari eventhough I insisted that I could do it on my own. Itu aku rasa, susah sikit nak cari.
Lantaklah rumah aku tunggang terbalik and Kamil kena beli baju sebulan sekali, tapi sebab dia baik, aku sanggup. Nobody is perfect kan ?
Sad.. as I love blogging...
Anyway, want to talk about my Bibik today. Sejak Neti pegi, Bibik lah stepped in. Sorry... I have no idea what her name is. Halimah rasanya. He he... Mummy told me once but somehow I just can't remember...
Takpalah kot... I call her Bibik.... She also calls herself Bibik... Kira okaylah tu.
Anyway, Neti she is not. First she can't read so that is a huge problem by itself there. We set our washing machine to wash at C but she kept doing it at E. Jenuh kami dok betulkan but she seems to like the letter E. So our baju doesn't come out as we wanted it from the washer.
Kamil is convinced she is out to destroy his clothes. All his t-shirts spot a small tear on the left sleeve. All. She successfully decommissioned 2 of his Raoul shirts by making the collars berbulu. Although I suspect the problem lays on the material of the shirts because nothing similar happened to his other shirts with different brands. NO... things do happen to his other shirts of different brands, only the type of injury to the shirts are different.
She never sweeps underneath our beds. Hari tu as soon as I got up from my sujud, I inadvertantly saw the atrocity that is under my bed. Aku rasa tikus pun ada duduk kat situ. The accumulated dust toksah cakap lah.
She usually forgets to wipe the stove off its oily grime and sticky splashes. I have to do it for her.
Yang paling Kamil angin, barang dah habis baru nak bagitau suruh beli. Berapa kali Kamil kena ulang-alik pergi beli barang.
So aku rasa berbaloi lah kalau aku nak tension. But.... I chose to concentrate on her plus sides. She is a great cook. She takes good care of the kids. The kids love her and manja dengan dia.
And dia sanggup jaga aku masa aku sakit ni. Nak tolong mandikan, sorong aku ke sana ke mari eventhough I insisted that I could do it on my own. Itu aku rasa, susah sikit nak cari.
Lantaklah rumah aku tunggang terbalik and Kamil kena beli baju sebulan sekali, tapi sebab dia baik, aku sanggup. Nobody is perfect kan ?
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
How much do you love me ?
This morning the kiddies woke up for sahur before me. Well... aku dah celik mata dah cuma cannot bangun yet sebab kena tunggu their Babah to help me up. Anyway, Adik came to peer at me in the dark. I know what she wanted to do but I waited for her to ask.
"Mummy, can I baring with you ?"
I moved the blanket to make space for her, and as the norm extended my arms across the pillow where she immediately put her head on, and snuggled close. Sebik sekejap aku dalam gelap tu sebab teringat masa dia baby dulu.
Every night we would put her in her cot and every morning you would find her in my arms, very much like this morning. In the middle of the night she would cry and nothing you could do to appease her other than putting her head on my arm. Once Kamil tried his arm but it didn't work. It was my arm that she most coveted.
So after that, asal dia teriak aje, I would pick her up from her cot, and snuggle close. Diam dia sampai pagi.
My sweetheart.
Beza dengan Abang. Abang pukul 7.30 pm dah tidur. Somebody has to sleep with him, bagi dia susu (and usually the parent with the tidurkan anak duty will doze off sekali) and tepuk-tepuk dia. We will give him another bottle about 11 pm to midnight and he would sleep until 7 am the next morning. Not a peep would come out from him.
That is why I don't understand why Kamil has the fear of bangun malam to feed the baby when we discussed about expanding our brood because none of his kids bangun malam for a feed.
Anyway, back to this morning, as we snuggled I asked her, "Do you love me ?"
She answered with "Of course, Mummy !" He he....
I asked her how much and her reply was "3 thousand..."
"3 thousand ?" I asked back.
"Yes...." she said. "And 3 thousand is a lot, Mummy....." She assured me. Ha ha....
Dulu-dulu when I first asked Abang (he was about 2)how much he loves me, he would screw his face in incomprehension. "You love me big (and here I stretched my 2 arms wide) or small (here I used my 2 fingers to show him the smallness) ?"
"Biiigggg ..." he said, emulating my hand gestures.
"Big like what ?" Tanya mak yang tak pernah puas hati ni.
I remember him looking around and answered, "Big like sky....." Oohh... puasnya hati Mummy.... He he....
Ooh... anyway, Abang started talking late kan, so his declaration of love came out as "Shoo mah much !!!" Awwww..........
Anyway, dah lama-lama, dah besar sikit, dah pegi kindergarten, one day when I asked him he said, "Big like outer space, Mummy.....""
Awww............
I love you 2 very, very much... Bigger than sky or outer space and much, much more than 3 thousand !
"Mummy, can I baring with you ?"
I moved the blanket to make space for her, and as the norm extended my arms across the pillow where she immediately put her head on, and snuggled close. Sebik sekejap aku dalam gelap tu sebab teringat masa dia baby dulu.
Every night we would put her in her cot and every morning you would find her in my arms, very much like this morning. In the middle of the night she would cry and nothing you could do to appease her other than putting her head on my arm. Once Kamil tried his arm but it didn't work. It was my arm that she most coveted.
So after that, asal dia teriak aje, I would pick her up from her cot, and snuggle close. Diam dia sampai pagi.
My sweetheart.
Beza dengan Abang. Abang pukul 7.30 pm dah tidur. Somebody has to sleep with him, bagi dia susu (and usually the parent with the tidurkan anak duty will doze off sekali) and tepuk-tepuk dia. We will give him another bottle about 11 pm to midnight and he would sleep until 7 am the next morning. Not a peep would come out from him.
That is why I don't understand why Kamil has the fear of bangun malam to feed the baby when we discussed about expanding our brood because none of his kids bangun malam for a feed.
Anyway, back to this morning, as we snuggled I asked her, "Do you love me ?"
She answered with "Of course, Mummy !" He he....
I asked her how much and her reply was "3 thousand..."
"3 thousand ?" I asked back.
"Yes...." she said. "And 3 thousand is a lot, Mummy....." She assured me. Ha ha....
Dulu-dulu when I first asked Abang (he was about 2)how much he loves me, he would screw his face in incomprehension. "You love me big (and here I stretched my 2 arms wide) or small (here I used my 2 fingers to show him the smallness) ?"
"Biiigggg ..." he said, emulating my hand gestures.
"Big like what ?" Tanya mak yang tak pernah puas hati ni.
I remember him looking around and answered, "Big like sky....." Oohh... puasnya hati Mummy.... He he....
Ooh... anyway, Abang started talking late kan, so his declaration of love came out as "Shoo mah much !!!" Awwww..........
Anyway, dah lama-lama, dah besar sikit, dah pegi kindergarten, one day when I asked him he said, "Big like outer space, Mummy.....""
Awww............
I love you 2 very, very much... Bigger than sky or outer space and much, much more than 3 thousand !
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