Gas and Car Key Remote: How important they are in my life

Assalamualaikum... 

It's Saturday night and in 10 years ago, at this hour, I usually just got out from my house, dress to nine, hopping from one club to another. If not clubbing, I would be hanging out with friends at mamak or cafe till late at night. And if Juma is around, he will fetch me for late night movies or karaoke. But now, I'm on bed, in the dark, with my laptop, prepare to rest and sleep. Aaron is fast asleep and Maleec is at downstairs, watching cartoons. 

What is special about tonight is that Juma will be home after almost a month he is in Bangkok. At last, the kids are able to cuddle with their beloved daddy. I can't imagine how thrill Aaron be when he sees his daddy tomorrow morning. 

Anyway, a bit of story what happened to me today. I planned what to do today and I was so eager to work my plan. So, after bathing the kids, we were set to breakfast until I found the car key remote was in my garden and it was wet! I have only one car key remote to my car! Of course the remote can't work. 

So I cancelled the program to go out for breakfast. I fried some nuggets and boiled a kettle of water. I left the kitchen to dry the washed clothes. After awhile, I went in to flip the nuggets, only to find out tht I was running out of gas! 

I just moved into the neighborhood and have no idea where to replace the gas. Juma bought the gas earlier, along with the house contractor. So I called Amir, our house contractor. Amir promised me that he will call the shop to send the gas immediately. Few minutes later, Amir called and informed me that the shop is closed and the keeper is back to his homeland. Damn!

I ran down to my car and tried to unlock it but still failed. I really need to go out for food. If not for breakfast, but for lunch and dinner. I can't wait any longer. I determined to open it manually. Once I inserted the key at the door, the alarm started to make noise. I went into the car and tried to start the engine but failed. I have no choice but to seek for my neighbor's help. After a few drama, few heart attacked and humiliating panic, the car was ready to be use! The alarm gone, the steering is functioning and off we go! 

And that is how my morning looks like today! Happy weekend, all!

They Took My Cat Away

Asslamualaikum all... How was your day treating you? I had a fruitful day today. I attended my garden, washed two cars, cooked lunch (and dinner) and folded clean clothes. My two kids are in their dreamland after getting scold from me. Just imagine, they didn't take their usual nap, playing around the house at late night, jumping on the couch and other behaviors that drove me nuts!

Anyway, I have a story to share. In my neighborhood, a few houses face the same problem: cats. The cats have owner but they love to wander around people's house. Not only that, they will leave their excreta around people's garden, get into the house and steal fish away, and one of it trapped at my roof for days! 

Coincidentally, the owners of the cats are Malays. How do I know about it? I learned about it when I always see the owners will walk around the neighborhood or drive their car slowly and looking around for their cats. I just don't understand why the cats could get away to other people's house and make mess if they are pets? Don't pet will stay in the owner's compound and will leave the house with their owners? When is giving up responsibility on your pet become a trend? 

I'm piss (yes! till today!) with the cats around my house. I'm not pet lover but I don't hate the animals as long as they don't give trouble to me. There was a day, when I just cooked dinner for my family and left my house to fetch my husband. I left some fried fish on the table and the window opened. I came back to find out that the fish were gone and the table was in a mess. It really pissed me off and I feel like I'll kill the cat if I see it in front of my face at that moment. Till to day, I never kill any cat, yet!

Unlike me, some other neighbors who can't stand with the problem, will take action on the issue. They will catch the cats and throw it far away from our housing area. And coincidentally, the throwers are Chinese people. 

The small matter above make me think and link to the current issue that is heating in my country. Malay is a native race and nobody can question about it. It is in the law during the formation of Malaysia. Many perks the Malays enjoy as the native race. And of course other race are jealous with the specialty. Unfortunately, there are many of the Malays who misuse the specialty and it of course furious other race. And now, the other races are promoting on the equal rights of Malaysians. They claim that they pay the same amount of tax, therefore they should enjoy the same treatment. 

Like I told you, the scenario is the same as my initial story. If you don't take care of what you have, other people will take it away from you even before you realize it. 

To Malays, we have to guard what we own in this country. I hope it is not too late before we feel sorry to lose what our ancestors 

Negara Kita, Bangsa Kita, Agama Kita, Hanya Kita Yang Mampu ertahankannya, Bukannya Bangsa Lain, Sebab Mereka Tak Pernah Kisah

* I'm Malay and a Muslim and I'll do anything to protect Malays and Muslims, anywhere.

In early February 2013, a group of Filipinos landed into Malaysia at Lahad Datu, Sabah. They are fully armed and claimed they are the army of Sulu Sutanate. They are in Sabah of a mission to conquer Sabah. They believe that Sabah belongs to Sulu people and Malaysia took it away from them. To those who don't know where is Sabah, who are Sulu people and their connection with Malaysia, please do your homework before further reading. You need the information to relate to this entry. Thank you. 

Malaysia is being defend by the police under Polis Diraja Malaysia (PDRM). Why put the police, but not the soldiers? This is because it is not a war. They are intruders and not representing any country. Even the Philippines government is fully support the Malaysian government. Malaysian government gave the intruders a time frame for negotiation and to surrender however they chose war. 

The intruders attacked Malaysian police that cause 2 commandos died in Lahad Datu on last Saturday. The news shocked me hard. I was so devastated with the news because the commandos are my people. They are Muslims and Malays. They are the people who fight for my country, belief and race till the end of their life. They leave their family, wife and kids, and battle their life for our safety. 

From Facebook information, I learned that one of the commandos' kids are same age as Maleec and Aaron. His wife is younger than me. I can't imagine her life without her husband, their children without their father. I hugged Juma tightly last night, afraid that I might lose him, as how she lose her husband. I know it sounds so emotional and cheesy, but seriously, she can hug her husband no more. The kids can't play with their father anymore. Yet, there are some Malaysians making jokes about the lost. Shame on you! But who are they? They are the people that shouldn't be called as Malaysian. 

I understand that some people are so obsess with the upcoming General Election. Many young Chinese and Indians are so eager to vote for Opposition to take over the government as they wish that they could rule the country, not Malay and Muslim. FYI, the Opposition supporters who are mainly non-Malay and non-Muslim. Those non-Malay and non-Muslim Malaysians think that it is totally unfair that the Prime Minister of Malaysia has to be a Malay and Muslim. They think that they should have the equal right to challenge for that important post. Which I think it shouldn't happen. Reasons being that Malaysia's native people is Malay, therefore till the end of the world, Malays should rule MALAYsia. The Chinese and Indians are free to go back to their origin country, e,g China, India, using their grandfather's tongkang which were use to come to Malaysia. 

But don't politicize the Lahad Datu issue. Don't politicize the country's safety. This is not an issue for you to make up stories and rumors.

Look at the current situation. I can't see and hear any names of Indian or Chinese in the battle field. Who is there fighting for Malaysia to in peace? Of course they are my people; Malays and Muslims! The Chinese and Indians are here, in Malaysia, taking advantage on the country economy growth and barking all over the country and world, asking for equal right. 

From my social network account, I hardy see any comments from Chinese and Indians expressing their condolence or even feel sorry for the warriors' families. What I see and read is that it is a politic conspiracy or the Malaysian government tries to hide the information from the Malaysians and many other petty things. The Indians and Chinese hardly show their support to the Malaysian police and soldiers. 

Thus, to Indian and Chinese, I think you are not  only unfit to rule the country, but you are unfit to be in Malaysia. Many of you are proud that you had stayed overseas and give bullshits ideas on how to rule the country like the other country. With that, I suggest you to give away your MyKad and apply the citizenship of other country that you are so proud of. 

Shame on you who are not proud of your country, of your wira! Shame on you!

I Loved You

Assalamualaikum...

How's your day, so far? Today is not a worse day for me, but it had been better than it. My second son, Aaron Idris, is not with fever since yesterday. He couldn't sleep well last night and of course me as his mother, had to attend his needs. He was clingy and he wanted me to cuddle him all the night long. The result: I'm like a walking zombie today. 

I cooked simple dishes for the kids and myself as for lunch. I'll suggest to Juma for dinner at outside. I planned to visit my grandmother that in my uncle's house today, but i have to cancel it. I think I better stay indoor for Aaron's sake. 

I'm looking forward to meet my friend, Ainul Hayati, who is coming on the next week. Her husband, Azhan, is currently in the United Kingdom, managing his business. I knew Ainul through Azhan, way before they got married. Azhan is my ex-boyfriend and he has been my good friend since we broke up. He introduced me to Ainul, his then-girlfriend and told me that he really like her. I have no problem in getting along with Ainul. Her character is almost same like me and I guess that's the reason we could be good friend. 

Actually, I have no problem on keeping my friendship with my exes. Of course there are reasons why we broke up but I guess it shouldn't stop us from being friend. I admit I went out with numerous guys before my relationship with Juma started to become serious. I don't keep in touch with all of them, but most of them. Till now, we do contact each other via Facebook or we meet up sometimes. 

Some of them are married and has their own family. Some of them are Juma's friends. Some of them are working in the same environment as Juma. And I'm a lucky person as my husband has no problem with me being in touch with my exes. To him, best man wins and I should know my limit. Cool right? And I won't trade his trust with anything else, seriously!

How about those guys' other half? Some of their spouse are my friend and some of them are uncomfortable with me being close with their husband. I understand and I respect what they think and feel. They have all the right to think and have opinion on it. 

I come across some of my friends who can't befriend with their exes. Many factors lead to it, I understand. But to me, why should I waste the relationship that I've build before. If we can't be lover, we could be friend. If I use to love you before, no problem fro me to like you now, as a friend. What say you?

Price versus Quality, who win?

Assalammualaikum...

I got the idea of the topic today while I washed my dishes. As usual, I'll share my experience and towards the end, you'll know which side I take. 

When I was in Kuwait, I had no trouble in making decision on what products to use because generally the quality is equal. But when I returned to Malaysia, I realize that the quality is varies as it goes with the price. For example, the dishwasher liquid. If I shop in Tesco or Carrefour or Giant hypermarket, I can get their in-house brand of dishwasher liquid half of the price of Glo/ Palmolive/ Axion. However, the quality is very low. The dish is not well-clean, especially if the plate was oily. You have to use a lot to make it clean. And it needs lots of water to wash the liquid off from the dish. The smell is not pleasant as well. It also makes you hand skin dry. I use the hypermarket brand before and I just couldn't stand it. I stashed it away and bought a good quality dishwasher liquid which is easier to use and clean up. It also protect my skin from getting dry. The price is nothing compare to the quality it gives you. 

Maleec never milk using milk bottle as he got it directly from me. However, Aaron is not as lucky as Maleec and he is still using formula milk. I didn't have much idea about formula milk and milk bottle. So, I asked lots of questions to the nurses while Aaron was still in the hospital due to jaundice. The nurses told me to find NUK brand as for the milk bottle. And I bought it. I use that brand till Aaron reached one year old where I bought unbranded milk bottle. I could see the different quite immediately. The NUK bottle milk comes with its own teat design. To tell you the truth, Aaron never experience colic while using NUK bottle milk. The NUK teat replicates mom's nipple and it wouldn't confuse the baby. Plus, it is long lasting too! Comparing the NUK milk bottle, I found it is hard to clean the unbranded ones. The milk seems to be plastering at the wall of the bottle and I have to pour in hot water to dissolve it. The teat that comes with the unbranded milk bottle is low quality and usually I'll just throw it away and replace it with NUK's teat. I think if I'm going to get a new milk bottle for Aaron for the next time, I'm going back to NUK brand. Period!

Now, let's talk about shoes. I don't mind wearing unbranded shoes but I've learned to curb my expectation on it. I love leather shoes and I invest on buying some of the high end brand such as Salvatore Ferragamo, Bally and Bruno Magli. But for fancy shoes, which I wear sometimes, not for walking but juts parading, I use Vincci brand (Malaysia brand), and some I bought in Bangkok, Thailand. It is unfair to compare the quality as the price gap is big. Blister is the biggest problem when we talk about shoes. To avoid facing it, I use the leather shoes for walking. Leather is good for walking as it mold according to your feet and it allows you feet to breathe. But leather shoes is not cheap. It will be more expensive it is from designer brands. 

Do you like chocolate? Do you have a particular brand or product that become your favorite? I love After Eight. It is minty. I love any flavor of Toblerone. When I was pregnant with Maleec, Toblerone chocolate was one of the items that must have in my fridge. And I've taste unbranded chocolate. From the taste, we could tell the quantity and quality of the cocoa in the chocolate. 

In my opinion, to anything that we consume, the quality has to become the priority rather that the price. After a thorough calculation, you will be surprise to learn that the low quality but cheap item is expensive in another way. Look at the damage that it brings to you. However, we can't deny the demand of the cheap products as not everybody afford to buy the expensive ones. 

Happy spending!

Movie: Istanbul Aku Datang

I'm 31 years old already (yeah! I don't mind to let other people know my age). And I know sometimes I don't sound like 31 years old. But, to the heck with it! One more thing, I still enjoy watching chick flick. Hahaha.

There is so many movies that I want to watch but either I have no time to down or I don't have chance to tell Juma to get the DVDs for me.

One of my brother, Fareez, is home for Chinese New Year break. He told me he downloaded a Malay chick flick movie, 'Istanbul Aku Datang' (Istanbul, I'm Here). From the trailer, it looks appealing to me and it is one of the movie that is in the list that I should look for it and watch it.

Oh my! I just love it! Every second of it. Not even a split second bore me. What i love about that movie:

1. The costume. I love everything on Lisa's body. The top, cardigan, beret, tights, shorts, the colors, the printed, everything!

2. The cinematography. It is well plan. You can feel the tense, the joy, through it. The director has a good visual and it has become reality by his good team.

3. The story line. It was simple, predictable and sweet.  The script is not cheesy, just straight to the point. It sounds like the lay man conversation rather than trying to woo the audience with phrase that make us puke sometimes in order to sound more romantic. (I hope you get what I meant!). The script and story line managed to make people who is married (read as me!), want to fall in love again and again with their partner.

4. The actors. Lisa and Beto did a good job, kudos to them! Tomok can do better, but to expect, he is a singer, not an actor. The rest of the supporting actors too, did a wonderful job! A good team indeed. Though it is a small role to Aizat, we could see himself in that movie.

5. The music. Oh my! I loove every song in the movie. Lovely. It suits every scene.

6. The location. After watching the movie, I feel like I want to visit Istanbul. Istanbul is the next Paris then, thanks to this movie!

Congratulations to Bernad Chauly, the director, to the producers and to the actors. Good job and keep it up. Ok, need to go now. The third round of 'Istanbul Aku Datang'.

I Miss You!

Everybody is happy! That's the conclusion of today.

I brought my 2 kids to their grandparents' house. It had been more than a week they didn't see their grandparents. The last time they were met was on the last day I worked. I wanted to go to my in law's house last week, but they were busy.

Aaron was missing his grandfather, Atuk, dearly. I feel sad whenever he sees our neighbor, who is old enough to be called Atuk (grandpa), he will greet him as if he sees his Atuk. Aaron is close with Juma's father, whom he calls Atuk. He will follow his Atuk wherever he goes. He will seek for Atuk if he wants to sleep. And since I quit working, he hasn't seen his Atuk till today.

Wan, what my kids call Juma's mother) was so delighted seeing her grandchildren. She was a bit chubby compared to the last time I met her. It must be a better lifestyle she is living my now. She doesn't have to get up very early to clean up the house before the kids arrive. She also no longer need to dwell with my kids' naughty behaviour. I'm so happy looking at her, as she look less stress than before.

As we arrived, Aaron was poo poo. He felt so uneasy in the car and he couldn't take his afternoon nap. I told him that I'll clean him up once we arrived to their grandparents' house. Nonetheless, Aaron ran straight into the house checking every room, making sure nothing is changed.

Maleec on the other hand, looked uncomfortable. He suddenly became so shy and didn't greet his grandparents. He just ate his cookies and asking for instant noodles. Then he whispered to me, 'Mummy, abang house. Tv Up.' It means that he wants to go home to watch his tv, located in my room, upstairs. I looked at him and asked him, 'don't you want to stay here awhile and talk to Wan and Atuk?' He replied, 'No! Abang tv up!' Oh my! I just ignored him and he looked as if he was disconnect with his grandparents. Hmm.. another problem to be solved!

Later, Aaron got cozier, naughtier. He was 'running' the kitchen, paying with the cooking utensils, pulling the books out from the shelves and he dropped 2 eggs on the floor! That is the ultimate that I could tolerate on today. Finally, we were in the car, driving back home.

The evening was fine, as other evening. But I learned something today. It is human's nature character to appreciate the person more when they are gone. Seriously, it is a dangerous behavior as sometimes there is no second chance. Look at my in-laws for example. When Aaron and Maleec were staying with them, I don't think they feel how much happy the kids made them. To them, having teh kids around is a daily routine, But since the separation from them, the children been much appreciated by their grandparents.

So do I. Sometimes when Juma is in Malaysia, I feel that I'm going through the daily routine and the days seem the same,; nothing special. But when he is out station and return, I feel like falling in love all over again. I miss him dearly when he isn't around.

My new resolution: appreciate each moment you have. Appreciate everybody around.

Well, I leave you with a lovely pancake recipe from Nigella Lawson. I want to make pancake tomorrow as breakfast. Unfortunately I don't have milk. *sigh*

Nites people!

Recipe: Simple Pancake

For the pancake mix

• 600 gram(s) plain flour
• 3 tablespoon(s) baking powder
• 2 teaspoon(s) bicarbonate of soda
• 1 teaspoon(s) salt
• 40 gram(s) caster sugar (or vanilla sugar)

For the batter - to each 150g pancake mix, add and whisk together

• 1 medium egg(s)
• 250 ml semi skimmed milk (or full fat)
• 1 tablespoon(s) butter (melted)

Method

1. For the Pancake mix: Mix all the ingredients together and store in a jar.
2. When ready to make the pancakes, proceed as follows: Heat a flat griddle or pan with no oil.
3. Spoon drops of 1½-2 tablespoons of batter onto the hot griddle or into the pan and, when bubbles appear on the surface of the little pancakes, flip them over to make them golden brown on both sides. A minute or so a side should do it.
4. Should make about 15 pancakes, each about 8cm in diameter.

Happy phone calls!

Halo again. How's your day today? Mine was alright. The garbage isn't been collected yet. Juma is still in BKK. I'm not a millionaire yet.

But today I received two memorable phone calls; one from my ex-colleague and another one from ex interpreter. The colleague that called me is the one that I was pretty close with when I was there. She was a good friend where she helped me a lot in terms of work related and also non-work related. We talked about life, family, relationship and gossiping when we have time. It will be me who always go to her room as I have to pass by her room to collect my case.

She told me that one of the manager was asking around on others opinion about my departure. I thought my departure wasn't an issue. I have to quit from my job since there is nobody taking care of my kids. Period.

Ok, before I go further, I would like to emphasize that the comments are not about the organization and its policy. Its Rather on about the individuals.

Frankly, I found that not many people can be called as a boss. Not many people who are the bosses have the attitude as a boss. Being a superior, I believe you have to put the priority on your employee. To make your employer happy, you have to make your employees happy first.

But some managers or bosses are well-known of being bossy or try to show off their power. The attitude is so lame, to me. And I feel that the people who have that attitude have a very low self-esteem. I used to work with a very remarkable manager and till now, I respect him so much. But for the past few months, I've worked with a 'very low standard' managers and I think they are at that position just because they are at the right time, at the right organization.

So, to that manager, it is my choice to leave the job. And please get over it!

The other call I received was so unexpected! The caller is one of the best interpreter I've work with. She is very professional. I appreciate the way she helped me handling the case. Many other caseworkers love working with her. She is very impartial. I had a case where my applicant questions her ability to interpreter and the applicant told us that he didn't need an interpreter. But the interpreter told me that she would be in my room, while the pre-screen going on, in case I need her help. True enough, after few minutes, the applicant was desperately needs her help. I did my first minor case with her as well. And when I did my spring cleaning (since I was moving to a new house); I have so much thing to give away. I gave lots of stuff to her, and thanked her for helping me not to becoming a hoarder. But till today, she can't thanked me enough of all the stuffs I gave her.

These 2 people are the ones that bring bright colors in my life as a caseworker, along with many others. The are some others (but the number is small) who always bring down the spirit of mine while I worked in that organization. But I have a great experience when I was there, helping the refugees.

I learn a lot about life from the refugees's stories. The stories that make me appreciate of what I have in my life. The refugees are nothing different than me. Just that, they can't live in their country for certain reason. They are mothers, children, employees, wives; like me.

Thanks to these people who called me up. Now I know, I wasn't just a worker in that organization. I'm a friend to some people as well.

Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka! Happy Birthday, Malaysia!

From morning till now, I’m listening to ‘Saya Anak Malaysia’ song. Tomorrow is my country’s Independence Day. I’m so thrill to celebrate as this is the 55^th year Malaysia commemorating the independence of the Federation of Malaya from British colonial rule.

As for me, many years before I felt that it was just like another holiday. A little breaks during weekdays, off from office or school. But as I grew older, I started to appreciate what does it meant behind the celebration. It isn’t about the marching in front of the Merdeka Square or putting the small flag at front of our car. But it’s about the freedom to do it so.

With the freedom, I can move around my country, say what I wish to say as long as it doesn’t touch sensitive issue that might raise up unwanted spat, go to work, chill at the café, get medical assistant when I’m not well and many more.

I don’t think I’m able to enjoy it if my country is still under other’s supervision. Now, we rule our own country, we decide what we want and we freely can execute what we plan.

Unfortunately, there are many Malaysians who are not being grateful, and raise up sensitive issues which shouldn’t be discuss (i.e Malay special privileges). BERSIH Rallies are events that bring nothing but shame to our country. If you are not happy to be a Malaysian and think this country is not good enough for you, please get out from here. I believe, if you have a taste of staying abroad, you will appreciate your home country. And if you have experience staying in third world country, you will appreciate what the government had done so far to develop our country.

Thus, stop complaining. Stop asking what the country can give to you and start asking yourself what you can contribute to your motherland.

SELAMAT HARI MERDEKA!

MERDEKA! MERDEKA! MERDEKA!

SAYA ANAK MALAYSIA! DAN SAYA BANGGA MENJADI ANAK MALAYSIA!

How many identities do you have?

Few nights before, while lazing at home and folding clean clothes, I caught a movie called ‘Identity’. The movie was starring by Amanda Peet, Ray Liotta, John Cusack and many other big names.

It’s about a bunch of people who ended up at the same motel and one by one was been killed. In finding the killer, they found the similarity between them. Actually all the persons in the motel were the characters of a person as he had split identity. Some were good, some were bad. And at the end of the story, the bad character killed the good one.

This story is about us as well. Though it might not be as dramatic as this movie, but each of us has many characters in us. They are mix between good and bad and it lead to negative and positive outcomes. This is the nature of a human being and thank God, he equips us with brain to think rationally because we make our action.

There is no human being is 100% has angel heart or devil character. So, the killers still have soft spot in themselves and the ulamaks also have deleterious characters in them. It’s how they carry themselves, how they control they feeling and thought.

What we can learn here is that:

1. Don’t judge a person too fast. They might look deceiving, but the devil in them can still unleash

2.Control our bad habits, behaviours and character.

3. Find the inner peace.

4. Don’t be angry. A person asked Rasullullah SAW on how be in heaven. Rasullullah repeatedly replied and advice to not be angry. Rationally, if we get angry, we tend to lose ourselves and many unwanted things might occur because we are not being ourselves. 

My Mak

I'm sorry for not blogging for few days. Many things took place. Last weekend I went back to my mom's, to look after my kids. And of course to visit my grandmother who was just done a major surgery.

My grandmother and It me have a special relationship. Though she is my grandmother, but for 5 years I was her daughter. As I was born, my mother still in university, thus unable to take care of me. So, she sent me to her mother to look after her child. Eventually, I grew up, knowing my grandmother as my MOTHER. I even call her Mak, means mother, till today. My pain is her pain, my joy is her joy. My wedding picture is the only photo hanging at her bedroom wall after my grandfather died. And now she is in pain. I feel her, I feel her deeply. I wish I'm the one who has to go through it.

Mak has a mirror behaviour with me. We are sensitive person. We easily feel hurt. I understand that we should have least expectation on people. But that's theory. In real life, we expect our kids to give attention to us like we gave to them when they were little one. However, kids express their love towards their parents differently. Some will pour with money, but have no time for the old chaps. Some will go back once in awhile and caress, kiss and hug their parents. And some will attend their parents need, but they just don't know how to tell them how much their parents meant to them.

It was deeply sad when Mak said she wanna live with me when she is getting better. I don't how but if that's what she wants, I'll find the way so that I can make her wish come true. It is an honoured to have around. That's the least I can do for her.

Anyway, I always pray for her speedy recovery. I love you Mak.

And today, I was so shocked, trauma and deeply sad with the news I received in the early morning. Anies's mom died! She was so damn close with her mom. I can't imagine what she is going through now. Be strong, sayang!

Mak with my youngest son, Aaron Idris

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Hi all,
Just wanna share with the whole world that Aaron Idris Azzumar, our second son, had started walking since... TODAY! Clap clap clap!

Maleec Lovely Hair

Maleec was awake when I sent him to mak's today. It was fun layaning him in the car; with the buses, cranes and lorries. And work was hectic as usual. But I was so looking forward to get home to cook daging masak merah.

Reached mak's house, I was welcomed with a shock. My son's hair been trimmed! And of course not in the way I like! Damn. I was so shaking while driving back home. I just can't contained myself and broke into tears. Luckily Azah was there to listen to me. It was nothing but a dissapointment. I was so sad towards my in-laws. Can't they have more respect towards me? I'm his mother and still alive. Can't they call me up and let me know and ask my permission? Damn!

I went back with no mood to cook. But hubby insisted to still have daging masak merah. I talked to him, nicely and calmly on what I felt about his parents. Hopefully he will convey my dissapointment. I hate to be treated like that! :(

*Spoil my weekend je...*

Thursday Morning

My day starts as like other days. Maleec was right beside me when I opened my eyes. Can't recall when he climbed up our bed and snuggled to the middle of us.
But he was wide awake when I sent him to mak's. That's what brought tears to my heart. It was so painful looking at him waving at me. How I wish I don't have to go to work. How I wish I can take care of him by myself. It is sad when other people spend longer time with him compare to you.
That's the dilemma that most of the working mothers facing nowadays. And again, we go out there to find Halal rezeki. Insya Allah, He will always be there for us.
Be strong!