Friday, November 25, 2011

Thank you very much...


Rayn and his class teacher Ms. Razya.

Last Friday was Rayn's last day of school. They had a class party. Kids were playing, eating and dancing in class. What a joyful moment it was. I took a mental picture and also took pictures with my camera..I didn't want to miss it. I know Rayn's a lil young to understand. But I have a feeling that he'll miss them..soon.

The next day (Saturday) we went to collect Rayn's report card from his teacher. I knew it's gonna be hard for me to say goodbye. Sigh. Everything is moving on too fast. Rayn will be in primary 1 next year. I still remember enrolling him in REAL kids. He was only 4 turning 5. In the beginning I couldn't decide which school I want for him. I was looking at a few kindergartens around that area and finally decided to send him to REAL Kids. So glad I made the right choice. I'm honored to have Ms Vimala, Ms Razya and Ustazah Anisa as my son's teachers. They were his 'mother' at school. They taught him with passion and they made Rayn the boy he is today. They are more than just teachers to us.

Rayn and Ustazah Anisa. 

In the above pic is Ustazah Anisa. She has been teaching Rayn Bahasa Malaysia as well as Islamic studies for 2 years. She was in tears when saying goodbye to Rayn last Saturday. She kept kissing his cheeks. It breaks my heart seeing her in tears. I wept silently in my heart. Fyi, I don't cry easily and I'm bad at comforting.
Anyways, Ustazah Anisa said congrats for having such a good son. I've never heard anyone said that before. But Alhamdulillah. Rayn is a good boy. 


I think he did well :). 
He was sad because his last test was 100 for all 3 subjects.




Rayn and his classmates on the last day of school :)

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Hometown


I just got back from Perlis. We visited my grandparents and relatives there. My grandfather is ill. It was only last year we were in Perlis and he was quite fine despite being very old (96yrs old), he was able to speak to us. Recently after Aidilfitri, he suffered from lung infection and fell unconscious. He was rushed to the hospital by ambulance. After he gained consciousness, he's not the same. He has been in the same state ever since and my relatives decided that it's best to care for him at home. Now he's just lying there asleep most of the time. He's feeding through his stomach now and he only takes milk. He doesn't speak. He would occasionally open his eyes only for a few seconds. So sad. All I can do now is to pray for him.


Tok Ayah and Eddy (my eldest son) taken last year.


November 2010


My grandfather infront of his home 1980's


That's me standing infront of my grandfather. Can you spot me? 


My mom in her younger days


I found some old pictures while I was going through the family album in Perlis. Unfortunately I couldn't find any picture of myself when I was a baby. Hmm...weren't they excited to see me?? Do you know that my mom delivered me at my grandparent's house? Hahaha! Yes. My mom decided to have me at home. My father said that my mom had strong contractions early in the morning 6.30am. The midwife lives nearby. My father had to walk to her house through a cemetery. He said the ground was still misty early in the morning, it was quite scary but at that time he had nothing else in his mind except his wife who was in pain. I can't imagine having my boys at home. Well it's impossible to have c-sections at home :O

That's me infront of my grandparents house. Pic taken last year.

I used to look forward to raya-ing in Perlis. It was so fun. My relatives from Perlis, Kedah and KL would meet up here at my grandparent's house. The house would be so chaotic and noisy. We would be in the kitchen opening crates of bottled soft drinks to serve the guests. It was nice, especially the night before Eid, we would set up pelita (oil lamp) along the road leading to my grandparents house. I love that kerosene smell. Hehe! 
My cousins, sisters and I would play with sparklers for hours. My mom and aunt would be busy making rendang in the kitchen. Sigh. I've not gone back for raya in years. I think the last time when I was 17. My parents decided to celebrate here in KL at their home. Traveling by car during the festive season is madness. 

Anyways, we should appreciate and treasure what we have today...our grandparents, our hometown, our family, because time is short and nothing stays the same...the only thing that is constant is change.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Childhood...


I found an old picture of my mom and I at Tanjung Jara resort. That's my mom coaxing me to eat my breakfast. I was sulking because I didn't want to eat. I wanted to go to the pool instead. *grin* 
My mom used to call me 'anak mas' (anak emas means golden child). I'm the youngest of 4 girls. I've 3 older sisters and no brothers. My parents used take me along whenever they had to travel outstation. My father was required to travel every now and then. The rest of my sisters would be left behind because they had school to go to except during school holidays.

My mom was a stay-at-home mom just like me. My father used to work for a tobacco company. He worked from 9am to about 6pm. Unfortunately, most people today work for more than 12 hrs. Including my dear hubby :(
It's nice when the man of the house is home early. Like when I was little we would solat Maghrib and Isyak together. Our father was our imam. I like it but I don't know why I used to giggle in my prayers when we solat together. My sisters would refrain themselves from laughing. My father would get mad at me after solat. *hangs head in shame* I was Ms. TroubleMaker. And I wondered why my father was so cross with me. My father is not like my mom. He won't entertain any silly acts and my nonsensical demands. My mom (Ibu), on the other hand would put up with it. She has the patience, strength and she's a great cook. My father was quite strict (when he was younger), but he's fun when he's not serious. He used to do silly things to make us laugh. Now he's 73. Wow! How time flies. 


my parents cutting their anniversary cake.
From the left : Ibu, Ayah, Shelly, Eyna(infront of Shelly), Susan and I :P

Taken recently at my son's 6th b'day party.
*pls ignore that child.
From the left : Eyna, Shelly, Ayah, Ibu, Susan and I 


Growing up I had loads of fun. It was a great childhood. If I can ever relive my childhood once again, there's nothing about it that I would change. My 3 sisters are always there for me. 

But when I was little I didn't like my eldest sister (Shelly). She was so irritating. She was too matured. She said I'm childish and she would smack my bottom in the morning to wake me up. She was so annoying!! And she said that I'm the irritating one. Hello??
Once she caught me skipping school, she made me promise I'd do things for her or else she'll spill the beans to my parents. So yeah, I was her coolie 'kuli' and it wasn't cool. I hated her even moooore. She loved bullying me unlike my 2 other sisters. 
My sister number 2 (Susan) was little different. She stayed with my grandparents when she was a little kid until the age of 9. When I was 5, I didn't know that she's one of my sisters. I thought she was a relative who overstayed her welcome. LOL! She was too naughty. She was a weird little girl. She did silly things that made me so angry. She was quiet but always up to something. Once, she found a pair of scissors, she cut my father's new office pants into a pair of shorts!! And she also sprayed my hair with my father's weed and grass killer spray. She pretended to be my hair stylist damping my hair with that POISON. :O
Moving on to my sister number 3 (Eyna). Well, I've nothing bad to say about her. She got bullied by me a couple of times. I needed an outlet I guess...from all the bullying I had to endure from my eldest sister. I used to bite Eyna a lot of times.. She didn't bully me, she would defend herself whenever I tried bitting her. Eyna saved my life once. This is how it happened...I was swimming at the club with my float vest on. Ok so obviously I wasn't actually 'swimming'. It was more like kicking around while floating. I thought I could swim without the vest. So I took off my float and I jumped into the pool just to find myself slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool like a heavy rock. No matter what I did, I was definitely sinking. But suddenly I felt someone pulling me up to the surface. It was Eyna. She pulled my left arm up and gave me my float. Then she quickly swam away. I was shaking, gasping for air and clinging on to the float for dear life. I couldn't believe what I had just experienced and she didn't know she had saved my life. All she wanted to do was to give me the float. *smile*

home sweet home. Section 16, PJ.

This is the house I grew up in. It was very quiet. You could hear birds chirping in the morning and frogs croaking at night. It was an ideal home. Before the pool, there was a huge lawn. I still remember playing in the lawn every evening looking for snails, ladybirds, frogs and sometimes birds' nests. And then I'd come into the house all itchy and dirty. I love playing at the lawn. Maybe the lawn wasn't huge but I was small so everything was huge to me. 
Later when we were older my parents decided to make a swimming pool. We were all excited. It was nice, we swam for about a year before we got bored of swimming. We would only swim whenever we had relatives or friends over.
My parents sold the house after we all got married and moved out. We all had our wedding ceremony here at this house. It was a home, warm and cozy. All I remember was this house and my first move was after I got married. I didn't study overseas, I went to a local college...so I never actually left home. 
Sadly the house doesn't look like this anymore. The person who bought the house demolished most part of the house. I feel like some part of my childhood has been erased with it. :(


Tuesday, November 15, 2011

18 years and counting...

-I thank Allah swt for bringing us together-


Today is our 18th dating anniversary. It's so clear in my mind as if it happened yesterday...I'm not exaggerating okay. I still remember, he called me up and asked me to meet him at Jaya shopping center. (Sadly the mall is now no longer there. It has been demolished.) 
18 years ago today, I watched a young boy got on one knee infront of me in Cable Car cafe. He has the sweetest smile. His eyes showed no fear but pure honesty. I've dreamt of this day since I was 12. I thought I'd never see this day. Boys showed no interest in me. I felt rejected and 'unpretty'. But this boy said I'm perfect in every way. It's great to feel wanted. I couldn't stop myself from smiling. We stared at each other for a moment. I could tell that he was nervous. He took my right hand and he proposed to me. His words were magical, so soft yet powerful...like an arrow straight to the heart. I was so excited I wanted to scream yes before he could even end his sentence. Hahaha! Typical of me. But no I didn't do that, instead I paused for a second...and finally I said yes. OMG! YES!! 
He then excitedly took out a gold ban and put it around my finger. We hugged and happily walked out of the cafe hand in hand. Outside, I showed my ring to my sister Susan who accompanied me there. It was a perfect day. I felt invincible. 





We were so young. Two teenagers so much in love. He didn't have much to offer me. I don't measure my love for him by the thickness of his wallet or the car that he's driving. To me, he brought sunshine in my life. Amazingly after 18 years he still does, he's altruistic and one of a kind and that's the truth. He's still the gentleman who put his family before himself.
I'm so thankful I found him...(well he found me first).


look alike couple (Female Mag 2001)

Taken recently after my cousin's wedding. 2011

Mi, I know I'm not an easy person to live with. My ego is bigger than yours. I'm stubborn and saying sorry is something I'm still learning to do (I swear). Thank you for making me feel complete. I don't think I would be the person I am today if I had not known you. You're my pillar of strength, you're my anchor when I'm caught in the storm, you're my sunshine after a rain...you know you're more than that.
We have known each other so so long. We have gone through many ups and downs. We have gone through so many ugly hairdos to graying hair to reclining hairline (just you). The crow's feet and laugh lines that we have today is due to the times we shared laughing. We have shared laughters and sometimes tears together. You pick me up when I was down and I think I did the same for you too. We are a good team. I pray that we will be able to weather any storm that comes our way...Insya Allah.


Allah’s Messenger (PBUH) is reported to have said:

Only an honorable man treats women with honor and integrity. And only a mean, deceitful and dishonest man humiliates and insults women. 



Monday, November 14, 2011

Garrett popcorn in Malaysia :D


I'm a huge fan of Garrett's popcorn. I'm so happy that it's opening here, in KLCC. Well, it would be a lot better if it's at a mall closer to my home, because I don't drive to KL. Haha! But I should be grateful that it's now in Malaysia. 

Heard from a friend who were in KLCC yesterday (12/11/11) that it's open but the machine is currently not functioning or something. She's going there again today. All the best! I hope the outlet in Malaysia is not a disappointment. I already read a few bad reviews about Garrett Malaysia on FB. :O *shakes head*

50/50 caramel and cheese


You like my collection? These were from Singapore. 


Our first popcorn bag when we were in Sentosa. :D

It was love at first bite! :P If you don't know which flavour to try, get Chicago mix (cheese and caramel). So yummy!  


Friday, November 11, 2011

Laughter is the best medicine


Paul Ogata is the funniest comedian I've ever met. The first time I saw him was at a comedy club in KL. He was hilarious. The rest of the comedians were okay. So glad I found his videos on youtube :) 




This is another funny guy, Russell Peters. I don't think he has been to Malaysia. If he's coming here, I'd definitely go :D

Enjoy!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

S.T.R.E.S.S


Mothers goes through stress every now and then. But as for raising boys..just 2 is enough to drive me up the wall. Don't get me wrong, we have our happy moments but at times I feel that I need to escape from the noise that seems to go on forever. I'm glad my boys can get along very well, they can play all day and all night but the amount of noise they make is enough to wake a dead person 6ft under. No kidding!

Maybe, just maybe raising girls are not as bad as raising boys. Just like the saying, boys will be boys. My boys broke their new bed, they broke their cupboard doors, they broke their toys (of course), they kick ball in the house even though I've told them not to (countless times), they hurt each other although it's unintentionally (WWE style). Do they listen to me? Sometimes...

Funny that it was so easy taking care of them when they were little. Eddy was only 3years+ and Rayn was a newborn baby when we moved back into our condo after my confinement days spend at my in laws. People wondered how I took care of them without a maid. The truth is, it was easy. Yes, babies are demanding but as long as they're not wet or hungry or sleepy, they are pretty much okay. Toddlers are not too demanding either. They are contented with simple things especially when they are at home. Just a few toys and cartoon on tv is enough to keep them happy. But toddlers can be a horrible monster in a mall.

Now, Eddy's 9 and Rayn's 6. Is it easy? No it's not easy. I'm an autoritative mom. I set rules and I also have a list of things they should do after coming home from school. Most of the time they don't follow my plan. I do get frustrated. Other times I just wait and see how long it takes for them to do it. It's not physical stress because I no longer have to carry them or wake up in the middle of the night to feed them or change their diaper but it's more of mental stress. Constant noise is inevitable when you have boys. Besides the noise, Rayn is starting to push his boundaries. For instance today, after school Rayn dragged his water tumbler on the floor while holding on to the strap. I said to him "Rayn can you stop that?" He didn't say anything but shook his head NO and kept walking while dragging his tumbler towards our condo unit. GGrrr! (his punishment was no tv). Eddy on the other hand, is pretty responsible. I can rely on him. He wakes up at 6am sharp every (school) morning and takes his shower before waking me up. He has been doing this since he was in primary 1. He occasionally help me around the house. But, at times he argues with me, he doesn't take things seriously, he thinks everything is a joke and he is messy (oops!). So when Eddy and Rayn is together...guess what? The GRAND COMBO! *faints* What do I do when I've had enough? I'd sit at the balcony or stay in my room to cool off before walking into their room. I try my very best not to walk into their room when I'm feeling angry.

2 kids is more than enough for me to handle. As much as I criticise the Duggar's family for having almost 20 kids, I do feel that she's doing something right. Maybe I'm not made to be a mom of many. My tolerance is very low. I'm not like my sisters, I don't really like many kids. Before I got married I wanted 4. WTF was I thinking? LOL! I don't mind being surrounded by little kids at kindergarten, at birthday parties, don't get me wrong, I love kids...as long as I don't take them home with me. BWAHAHAHA!
Oh! My mom's cousin has been married for so many years and they are not interested in having any children. They are in their 40's. They are so rich, they are traveling the world. I wonder who will be inheriting their wealth. LOL!

Anyways, I don't care what people say. I want to raise my boys well. I don't care if I don't have a daughter. I just want to give my sons the best..Insya Allah. At the same time I want to be able to spend my time with hubby and make him feel special. I have been busy with one baby after the other. It was hard to look sexy and be a mom to a little baby at the same time. I still remember waking up feeling sexy not realising that I've lassi dried milk on my night blouse. And baby's milk puke on my shoulder. *smirk*

Hmmm the house is pretty quiet now, I bet they are asleep :D


Monday, November 7, 2011

He did it again!

Rayn pulled out his tooth last night :P

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Reminiscing...

Rayn's 2 wonderful year journey in REAL Kids is coming to an end. Why am I missing the school and teachers? Sigh. I'm also going to miss sending him to kindy. Primary school is not the same. But I hope it'll also be a fun and wonderful experience for Rayn.
Last night I did a compilation video from 2010 to 2011 and emailed the link to his teachers. 2 year is actually very short. I'm so glad I found the right school for him. He could read and write only after 4 months of schooling. He was only 4 at that time. Now he reads so well in English and quite well in BM. He can also write his own story. I'm so proud of him. :)