Monthly Archives: September 2011

I’m 28 with 2 ‘Handbags’

Yesterday was my birthday. 29 Sept was my lucky day. I’m so grateful for still being alive and have a happy life with beloved family and friends. Special thanks goes to :

[1] My mom  : For brought this girl to this beautiful world. Thanks for raised me up with a lot of patience. I knew I am naughty girl when i was back at school yet now I still the manja one although i’m carrying ’2 handbags’

[2] Mr Hubby : Yayang, you just 15minutes late and was the 1st person wishing me happy birthday. It’s an improvement from previous year where you wish me 12 in the afternoon and you were forgot my birthday the 1 year we were dating. I’m so bless to have you beside me

Acu tumpang flower yer. :D

[3] Thanks to Colleagues esp (Operation Dept) for surprising me with delicious brownies. You guys really put a big smile on my face. Eventho bos dah tak der, tapi masih ada yang sayang.. :P

Muka orang terharu.

[4] Thanks to families & relatives & friends for your doa and  warm wishes.

Birthday wishes from families, relatives, & friends. Terima kasih diatas doa dan ingatan anda semua. I LOVE YOU ALL !!!!

 

 

 

INDONESIA: Breastfeeding regulations to target formula companies

 Photo by : IRIN

Points that been highlighted :

  • Indonesia will soon pass regulations that prevent milk formula companies from targeting babies younger than one – Indonesia sudah, Malaysia bila lagi
  • “When they see the ads on TV that say formula A has DHA and vitamins, mothers think it is better,” - Advertisement plays important roles in promoting products 
  • The Health Ministry admitted many health workers had “not received the knowledge about the importance of exclusive breastfeeding”Should increase the benefits of breastfeed among health worker
  • If doctors would support breastfeeding 100%, that would be better – Doctors may influence mothers in suburb areas to breastfeed their child due to lack of awareness among them

My Mom Teaches About Life #2: Obstacles

This is the series of My Mom Teaches Me About Life

Photo: littleFIRE

A CURRENT OBSTACLE ENDS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE NEW, MORE CHALLENGING ONE

UPSR challenge.
1. “Do you want to be first in the family without straight As in UPSR, huh. Do you want to be the first?” This was the first challenge I ever face. My soul was cursed with fear. Fear that I could be the one who broke the family records.

2. That was the moment I ever wished I wasn’t born in education-oriented family. No matter how hard I try to deny, I have to live by fact that my father is a professor who loves books so much as he only see how many ‘A’ that I can bring to home from school.

3. The result of my UPSR (Ujian Penilaian Sekolah Rendah) trial was so bad: I got 4Bs (that was real bad for my family). And this had brought disgrace to my family education records. My two elder sisters and my one and only brother, they got great result which is straight As in UPSR.

4. And that made me sad. That year was my moment to continue my elders’ records. I had to drag the heavy burden behind my back and only god knew how much I hate myself.

5. Because my of trial result, I had to — with the deepest guilty in my heart — felt the spray of the water that came out of my mother’s mouth, talking about an uneducated person who led their live miserably with no money, and couldn’t even take care of himself. It went on for 2 hours.

6. Before I went to sleep, I was staring at the ceiling and I wonder how selfish this family was. They only care about grade and all.

7. If I got even one B in my result, I packed my bag and runaway. Well, that was my first thought. But really, I had been thinking through for while and I guess — that runaway thing — was not in my constitution. I decided to face my fear.

IT WAS STRESSFUL.
8. UPSR was like a big, giant stone that I had to hammer it to piece for me to continue my journey of life. Only god knows how hard to I try to pursuing all As. I was trying so hard that if I continue to use the same effort to all challenges for the next 20 years, I could be so intelligent like a rocket scientist.

9. The thing was, I forced myself to set my study-hard effort into motion in pursuing straight As. Like chasing a butterfly, I caught them all. I was flooded with congratulations from all friend and family. My life was full with colors and sunshine. I remember I was smiling a lot as I received an award, as one of the best achievers, on the school stage in front my fellow family, friends and teachers.

10. Just as I proud with my UPSR crap and all, and I believe the magnitude of that happiness wasn’t worn-out until I reached Form 3 — I faced another, more challenging obstacle in my education life : PMR (Penilaian Menengah Rendah)

PMR Challenge onwards.
11. The funny thing was, my effort in chasing all ‘A’s in PMR, was not as much as I put when I was facing UPSR. When I looked back, things that I should do were: I should sit properly, take deep breath, and focus to what I have to achieve — all ‘A’s, to make family proud, my father especially.

I FAILED TO IMPRESS EVERYONE
12. I got 6As, 2Bs, 1D. And I was about to get kicked out from the school, then my father saved me.

13. My father was a Yang Dipertua PIBG, president of the parent-teacher organization. From 1996 to 1998, he carried his responsibility like he had golds in his hand. Because of his intelligent moves and decisions, all parents were in favors for him to continue his excellence in carrying his duty.

14. But you have to have a kid in that school. So if I being kicked out of the school, my father had to let go of his position.

15. The requirement for a student to continue his/her study was, you had to have at least C grade in Arabic Language. I got D. And of course, because of that, I had to find another school.

16. Since the parents and the teachers loved my father a lot, they made an exception for my batch only.

17. I caught my breath for a while, and felt relieve. I, as well as my friends who were below the requirement, continue studying in that school. I promised to myself to study hard, just like I did with UPSR.

18. But I failed to follow my promise.

19. I played more and studied less. I thought I was big enough to decide what’s best for my life. And I was not feeling guilty about that. I was out of focus. Getting excellent result wasn’t my goal anymore.

20. My SPM result was bad. I wanted to eat the result paper.

21. I despised myself to see my friends waving goodbye at airports because they had the opportunity to further study abroad: Japan. Germany. UK. US. You name it.

22. Right now, when I think back to the years that I had been taking for granted, my hands are shaking with full of regrets. My heart is beating so fast to realize that I can’t return back in time and fix the things that had become a history.

BECOMING A FATHER AND ITS CHALLENGES
17. I have a lot of worries in my mind. They’re playing tricks inside of me, keep on telling me that I can’t a good father and even a good husband. I try not to listen to the endless whispers that discourage me for being a better man.

18. When I look at my son, I foresee that he will be just like me: rebel, arrogant, and careless. Let others worry about his future and not feeling guilty about ruining his own life.

19. Some peoole said your kids will follow your tracks. If you do bad things when you’re young, then they will do bad things too.

20. And that what I’m afraid of.

21. I always don’t care about hurting someone’s feeling until now. I hurt my teacher’s feeling who depends on my result for their performance, my father who presume a higher expectation from me, my friends, and the education itself.

CONCLUSION.
22. What I should do back then? If I got the DeLorean car and back to where it began, I should tell my oneself that:

  • You have to focus.
  • Don’t be fooling around.
  • Study instead of bullying your junior.
  • Respect your teacher. No matter how hard you study, you can’t score without teacher’s approval.
  • Love your family. Don’t be a rebellion like a stupid teenager
  • Do what your father and mother told you.

My Mom Teaches Me About Life #1: Eat Like Poor People

 

Photo: blentley

1. My mom is a supreme cop, Judge Dredd, Robocop, or whatever fancy names you want to label. But my mom is nothing like it. No one can ever be leveled with her. She IS much more than that. She’s a panther of the jungle who always taking control of a situation and turns it into something you can’t possibly imagine when you’re kid. If, me and other siblings, had done something wrong, then we knew what kind of ‘reward’ we would get.

2. Yes. What followed after that, was a supersonic voice, and drilling pinches, and endless lecture about how grateful I was, compared to other kids who lived in Somalia.

3. My mom is a unique woman. And I love her. She used to believe (and she is now) that good people were made of steel. The more strictness you are, the more powerful you would become. And yes, it was totally proven – everyone in the family leads a happy life and have a decent job. I remember that my mom taught me about life when I was little:

EAT LIKE POOR PEOPLE
4. I’m so crazy in love with hot chili-based foods and dishes. Those foods make my head itchy and I can feel the sweat on my back every time I look at them. It seems like I have a superpower: the hotter the food is, the itchier the skin of my head will be.

5. Then the memory of me and my mom that I can’t forget, no matter how hard I try,  the first time I got smacked by my mother because of the chilli Boh.

6. I can’t fight the feeling of irresistible temptation when I see red color in food — I drank chili boh she had been prepared that morning. I got smacked like a thunder in the sky.

7. And I also remembered how my mom told me that we have to be prepared ourselves with less ordinary food if we broke that consequently led to extreme poverty life and we had to eat a lovely cat or lizard in order to survive.

8. So, at least once a week she prepared the most lowest level kind of food like rice with fried fish, and black soy ketchup.

9. Usually we, as siblings, were served with at least more than two dishes.

10. If a few pieces of rice was dropped off of the plate, make sure you pick it up. And the table had to be cleaned without sign of food. If not, the punishment shall be your coat.

11. There must be no sign of rice on the table. Those rice have to be what they suppose to be: on plate. I had to eat my dinner in careful manner, not to drop a single grain of rice if my mother noticed that I ignored it, I would get pinched on my thigh.

12. It’s hard to be a mom. Especially when she had no assistant to wash plates, bowl, and she had to deal with her children who have no table manner like Vikings. Well, of course, aside from we get a burning sensation of pinching on our thighs because of our behavior, we also have to wash our own dishes.

NO LUXURY FOOD UNTIL YOU APPRECIATE OF HOW GRATEFUL YOU ARE
13. She seldom cook for us any luxury food to teach us that we have to be grateful and live a life less ordinary.

14. Don’t let our food becomes a waste because there are millions of poor people who need food and, everyday they die because of food deprivation.

PREPARE FOR THE RAINY DAYS.
Why my mom cooked and served like we have only RM3 left in our pocket? She did that because she wanted me to be prepared for the worst, and not to complain about it.

Petknode is for Cats And Nursery is for Children

Photo by : Community.com

Recently, we were shocked with cat boarding centre that has caused cats being left in trauma and starve to death. These tiny creatures meow for help, meow for foods and drinks, meow to release from the cage; but nobody was there to rescue them. When the rescue came, they were found dead, trauma, and starving. Reading this news, my thought flies to my kids at the nursery. They (cat & child) are cute, agile, and can be weak as well. They should be pampered and nurtured with love.

Petknode & Child Care centre (nursery) as temporary accomodation

Petknode

  • Temporary accommodation for cats while their owner are away
  • Cats’s welfare are guareented  will be taken care and assured of 24 / 7 safety
  • The package offered during the cats stayed are cheap, efficient and affordable, with good quality

Nursery

  • Temporary place for children to stay when their parent go to work
  • The fees are different between half day, full day stay and transit. Those fees included foods and
  • Children’s welfare and safety are secure. Children and the caretaker ratio is 1:5

However, promises made are to be broken by Petknode. The issue of the cats under their care were neglected during Hari Raya become news headline for few days. Cats should be care for by Petknode were abandoned and some found starving, dehydrated and covered with their own faeces. The luxurious and comfortable cages that shown in the website apparently is a normal cage. If the welfare of the cats are guaranteed by Petknode, why those cats were in hunger, stress of too long stay in the cage, and in traumatic after the cat’s owner  give full faith to Petknode. Money make them irresponsible and violate cat’s owner trust.

Imagine that the cats was our children whom are left in the nursery when we go to work. 8 hours left under the care of nursery  supervision in the hope that they keep our children well,but when we returned home, they complain of hunger, they complained of being beaten for mischievous acts and found diaper rashes on their body. My heart was shaken by this news

Its so sad when they are treated that way. Although it is a cat who can not think like humans, they are creatures of God that we should protect

Photo by : Petknode website

 

NOTE : Ya Allah, semoga Amirul dan Widad selamat dan dijauhkan dari malapetaka yang tidak diingini sepanjang berada di nursery. Amin

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Balik Raya di Kelantan

2 unfortunate and unexpected things happened before we went back to my hometown to celebrate Hari Raya. [1] Mr Hubby’s car was stolen 2 weeks before raya. [2] Father-in-law’s car was broke down on the day we supposed to go back.

[1] Mr Hubby’s car was stolen 2 weeks before raya. Leaving Kelisa Biru yg banyak berjasa since 2005. Kelisa Biru that have a lot of sentimental value to me. :D
[2] On the Sunday morning after sahur around 7am, Abah (Father-in-law) check Kia Spectra to ensure that his car is ready and safe to travel back and forth to Kelantan, unfortunately broke down just 300m form the house. 300m distance that save us from mishap in the middle of KL-KB trip. Alhamdulillah Mr Hubby thought of postponing the journey was right after seen the blinking signal. Then, Jln Tar and Sogo is where I heading to, healing my broken heart. huhuh
[3] Thanks to Mama for letting us lend her car and thanks to Kia Rio for good job. We reached Kelantan and back to KL again in safe and sound condition

Sweep, vacuum and do the laundry before leave the house

cuci..cuci..cuci

The journey was smooth and the traffic is moving even though there were cars queuing on the road. Widad and Amirul well behave in car for 1st half and started shouting and quarreling for 2nd half.

Good boy and girl in the car

We were greeted with homemade and the best mama Nasi Kerabu for iftar. Makan sampai perut sendat and left no space for dessert.

Menu for raya are Nasi Dagang with gulai ayam kampung and itik, roti jala, satay and kuah kacang together with nasi himpit. Again makan sampai perut penuh. Its for future energy before start visiting the relatives.

Start with family photo with Amirul not in the mood

Amirul nampak mata jer

In the making

Bersalaman dan giving duit raya to nieces and nephew

Visiting pusara Abah

 This is my 1st time visiting pusara Abah after the day he passed away

Bacaan yasin for arwah Abah semoga Abah ditempatkan di kalangan orang yang beriman. Amin

Visiting Relatives

Day 2 – Visiting relatives on Abah side

Day 3 – Visiting relatives on Ma side

Day 4 – Visiting Friends

Full of visiting the immediate family on both Abah & Ma side. We started from 10am to 10pm, 12 hours on the road and tummy full with variety of foods. Not much photo, I’m buzy with Widad and Amirul. Widad yang tersangat ligat and lasak and tak leh dok diam, while Amirul yang sangat pemalu nak berkepit ngn Mummy ajer.

A must Raya menu everyhouse that I visited : tapai beras. Tapai beras sedap dimakan bler time sejuk2. Besides of that, ada nasi dagang,nasi himpit kuah kacang, laksam pun ada, nasi bukhari,

NOTE : more photos coming in

Fantastic 2

Having two kids really slim me down. Kunon nya la..  :P

Amirul

  • Amirul is a brother, however manjanya mengalahkan Widad.
  • Very soft-spoken and he always ask for permission anything he want to do. Ami nak main Ipad, Ami nk main Ipod, Ami nak eyak, Amik nak milk, Ami nak main games ni bleh. Ami nak main luar..Ami.. Ami.. Ami.. (Ami = MummY)
  • No toys sharing with Widad. Mine is mine and yours is also mine. Aduyai. End of the day you can hear this ” pegi simpan semua toys, takyah main, meh dok tepi mummy

Widad

  • Widad is sister but cheeky and naughtier than Amirul
  • Loves to walking here and there with handful of food.
  • She likes to disrupting Amirul while playing, despite the fact that she try to become Amirul best playmate

Problem happened when :
- Widad middle of feeding, Amirul mintak milk and will ask the milk until he get ones. Mummy kasik tetek baru tau.aishhhh
- Widad sleep on my arm, Amirul sleep on my back.mummy shortness of breath
- Widad sleep, Amirul make noise, Amirul sleep, widad tap on the head with a toy
- Widad like to climb up the stairs, Amirul carry widad down the stairs, Widad melalak xmo dukung.
- Widad & Amirul both nak duduk on Mummy’s lap. nasib dua orang jer, if ada yang ke-3, ada yang bergayut kt kaki 

 

7d6n 2011 Aidilfitri @ Kelantan

I spend 1week in Kelantan. Its really nice when you can spend the whole week with your family. huhuh. (next year kita raya rumah Jahid dulu yea :D ) Although this year is the 1st year Raya without Abah, we still feel the joy of togetherness though deep inside we miss Abah. Not much photos were taken during Hari Raya because we too enjoy the foods and relatives until forget to snap the photo.

Family Photo

Visiting pusara Abah

Amirul excited meeting with real rooster

Quack.. Quack.. Mummy Itik la..

Visiting relatives

Cousin’s wedding

NOTE: more raya story after this. :D

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