Its election fever again. There, here and every where, posters , banners and slogan of all political parties are every where. This is the time where all the politicians would be down to earth, coming back to the rakyat and starts promising heaven! I remember, my chilhood days, where touching the PAS flag is a "sin", left alone to take it home. Dont blame them, my beloved parents, as they were the stauch supporters of the ruling party. They grew up with the party and it was just normal for them to be so fanatic about it.
Now the fever is back. The heat is on. Every where, you could see nothing but posters. My idol, Ustaz Haron is back on the track. God willing, insya Allah, victory would be his. Takbir! Allah hu Akbar!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Fated,bloody mat Pit, GP oh GP
Last Saturday, I went to Putra Perdana. Havent been there for so long. Too disheartening to see the apartment without electricity supply after Mat Dadah (bloody Mat Pit) cut away the cables. Went there with Razak after my neighbour, Siva called, saying that the house break in happened again. This time the aluminium window panels were stolen. True enough. When I arrived, the house was in a mess. Few widows were missing. Screws, rubbers and glasses were strewn all over.The bloody Mat Pit entered through the roof. Few houses suffered the same fate.
With Razak, I started fixing the temporary grill, just to stop Mat Pit from entering. I knew they could strike again through the house, if they want to. I am just making it thougher. On the door, I put up a notice, pleading them from further damaging the house. Could they listen? I hope they could....
We were about to complete the simple job when suddently a crazy idea struck. I decided to put back the glass panel without the frame!!!!!! The ever obliging Razak just followed. When I was fixing one of the glass panel, it tilted outward due to weight. Tried to balance it BUT ...crack,,,, BBBRRRRRRRRAAAANGGG it broke into two and the bigger top half went down flying to the ground floor (from fifth floor). It hit a motor bike and broken to pieces....Razak shouted saying that I got a cut on my hand.When I looked at it...YA Allah....my left little finger got slashed by the broken glass....blood was oozing out heavily, wetting my jeans and shirt. My T shirt was soaking wet! Razak panic as I was in pain. We ran down to the ground floor, got into the car and rushed to NOWHERE as we did not know the clinic/hospital. Blood was gushing out, bleeding heavily. Razak managed to fine a clinic and the GP, admitting she couldnt do well, stiched my little finger hastily . Pain and pain and pain..........
We rushed back to the house, Razak completed the job and we left home. The whole Saturday and Sunday were spoilt. Monday, went to see Dr Ranjit the specialist. He advised me to go through a surgery as the GP did a lousy job! Tuesday I was wheeled into the OT. Alone, no one with me. When the nurse asked, whether any one accompanied me, I responded negatively. I felt so alone and lonely then. In the OT I was sedated...and opearated. When I woke up, it was done. The nurse woke me up. It was in the evening...feeling drowsy, a staff fetched me and sent me home..
Given 4 days medical leave and now I am at home..bogging.
To Mat Pit...you will receive yours one day, if not here, in this world, in the the life after death!
With Razak, I started fixing the temporary grill, just to stop Mat Pit from entering. I knew they could strike again through the house, if they want to. I am just making it thougher. On the door, I put up a notice, pleading them from further damaging the house. Could they listen? I hope they could....
We were about to complete the simple job when suddently a crazy idea struck. I decided to put back the glass panel without the frame!!!!!! The ever obliging Razak just followed. When I was fixing one of the glass panel, it tilted outward due to weight. Tried to balance it BUT ...crack,,,, BBBRRRRRRRRAAAANGGG it broke into two and the bigger top half went down flying to the ground floor (from fifth floor). It hit a motor bike and broken to pieces....Razak shouted saying that I got a cut on my hand.When I looked at it...YA Allah....my left little finger got slashed by the broken glass....blood was oozing out heavily, wetting my jeans and shirt. My T shirt was soaking wet! Razak panic as I was in pain. We ran down to the ground floor, got into the car and rushed to NOWHERE as we did not know the clinic/hospital. Blood was gushing out, bleeding heavily. Razak managed to fine a clinic and the GP, admitting she couldnt do well, stiched my little finger hastily . Pain and pain and pain..........
We rushed back to the house, Razak completed the job and we left home. The whole Saturday and Sunday were spoilt. Monday, went to see Dr Ranjit the specialist. He advised me to go through a surgery as the GP did a lousy job! Tuesday I was wheeled into the OT. Alone, no one with me. When the nurse asked, whether any one accompanied me, I responded negatively. I felt so alone and lonely then. In the OT I was sedated...and opearated. When I woke up, it was done. The nurse woke me up. It was in the evening...feeling drowsy, a staff fetched me and sent me home..
Given 4 days medical leave and now I am at home..bogging.
To Mat Pit...you will receive yours one day, if not here, in this world, in the the life after death!
UNITEN's Pak Guard!!!!
UNITEN’S PAK GUARD
If you are very familiar with UNITEN then you must have observed the glaring differences between then and now-security services. Those days the security services is taken cared by TNB own Benteng Utama staff. Now, for reasons best known to the management, this service is outsource to the private company. I don’t intend to commend the services of the two, the Benteng Utama and the Outsourced. Rather I would like to touch on the current pathetic service by the private firm.
Wonder how this firm won the contract. If you drive through the main entrance you would not miss the guards seated lazily among them , or sometimes alone as though their butts are gummed to the seats. If they know some one big is coming, then only then started doing things implying that they are working as expected. This is in comparison WORLD APART compared to MMU securities. Every car entering and leaving the campus will have to let the car scrutinized for inspection. I wonder why the guards at UNITEN are employed if their presence are purely to occupy space!
Now in the name of modernisation at the entrance is installed the auto bar which open and close remotely or after identifying one’s ID. Great! But only the idea. For staff and students of Uniten , they have to touch the ID card in order to get in and out of campus. For visitor like me, I have to stop for the guard to lift the bar automatically. Well, so doing even get the guards to get fed up. Eventually creativity creeps in. Many a time one will not miss to see the bar being TIED to the grill by a raffia rope! Why? Pak Guard dah malas nak tekan remote control gamak nye.
I am perplexed with this situation. Why do we need these half past six security men? They have no self pride in their job and take up this job as this is the one and only available t them, I guess
One day after tennis I was riding home on my VIRAGO. The bar was closed. I approached. The guard pointed to the side lane which was meant for motorbikes. The small lane is blocked by two cones with a small bar on top of them. Kapcais (sorry err mat motor) could go through , through a bit of squezzing. The not so clever guard expected me to do same. OK FINE! Expect me to use the lane, yes but expect me to squeeze through , NO! Headed towards the two cones, increase the speed, rev the engines and vvvvRRRRRRROOOMMMMMM I blasted through , hammering the small tine bar and the two cones, leaving them all scattered all over . I picked up speed and vrrooooommmmm home. Of course I never bother to see what happened behind me or what the guard was actually doing there after. Good right? At least the guard learn to do new things that day .....
If you are very familiar with UNITEN then you must have observed the glaring differences between then and now-security services. Those days the security services is taken cared by TNB own Benteng Utama staff. Now, for reasons best known to the management, this service is outsource to the private company. I don’t intend to commend the services of the two, the Benteng Utama and the Outsourced. Rather I would like to touch on the current pathetic service by the private firm.
Wonder how this firm won the contract. If you drive through the main entrance you would not miss the guards seated lazily among them , or sometimes alone as though their butts are gummed to the seats. If they know some one big is coming, then only then started doing things implying that they are working as expected. This is in comparison WORLD APART compared to MMU securities. Every car entering and leaving the campus will have to let the car scrutinized for inspection. I wonder why the guards at UNITEN are employed if their presence are purely to occupy space!
Now in the name of modernisation at the entrance is installed the auto bar which open and close remotely or after identifying one’s ID. Great! But only the idea. For staff and students of Uniten , they have to touch the ID card in order to get in and out of campus. For visitor like me, I have to stop for the guard to lift the bar automatically. Well, so doing even get the guards to get fed up. Eventually creativity creeps in. Many a time one will not miss to see the bar being TIED to the grill by a raffia rope! Why? Pak Guard dah malas nak tekan remote control gamak nye.
I am perplexed with this situation. Why do we need these half past six security men? They have no self pride in their job and take up this job as this is the one and only available t them, I guess
One day after tennis I was riding home on my VIRAGO. The bar was closed. I approached. The guard pointed to the side lane which was meant for motorbikes. The small lane is blocked by two cones with a small bar on top of them. Kapcais (sorry err mat motor) could go through , through a bit of squezzing. The not so clever guard expected me to do same. OK FINE! Expect me to use the lane, yes but expect me to squeeze through , NO! Headed towards the two cones, increase the speed, rev the engines and vvvvRRRRRRROOOMMMMMM I blasted through , hammering the small tine bar and the two cones, leaving them all scattered all over . I picked up speed and vrrooooommmmm home. Of course I never bother to see what happened behind me or what the guard was actually doing there after. Good right? At least the guard learn to do new things that day .....
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Proud of You Mal Tati !
Two days ago on Christmas day I wrote a bit about Mal Tati, how she enjoyed disturbing Farah, how she earned "tear shedding princess" tittle etc.
Today, 27th dec 2007 she made us proud! Congratulations Mal Tati! We are so proud of you. Mal Tati scored straight 9 As today in her PMR. Gone was the worry that surrounded her the last few days. True to the tittle accorded to her she nearly broke down when the school official, jokingly, before handing her the exam result slip said "la....kenapa ni? Tak baca buku ke?". The joke, not very timely, I suppose caught Amal by sursprise. My heart stopped beating for a while. I grabbed the exam results slip from the officer, glanced through, I could see nothing but straight As! I said to Mal Tati " kenapa Amal??"
Before Amal screamed and went hysteria I grabbed her, hugged her and congratulated her. By then my other half, Norcaidah and Farah already joined us. All of us celebrated with cry of joy in full view of the school official.
We proceeded to the mosque to do sujud syukur and also solat Zuhor. We thanked Allah for all the blessing. Only if my beloved mum was still around, I would have contacted her right away.
After prayer we proceded to REBUNG RESTAURANT of Dr Sheikh Muszafar for a heafty lunch. My pocket was shallow soon after lunch but it was really worthwhile, since Mal Tati has been longing to go there for quite some time.
Mal Tati, you followed Along and Angah in showing perfect score in PMR. I just pray that Nurcaidah and Farah would follow you foot step,insya Allah.
Congratulate Mal Tati...here goes some of your trade mark:
1) Started pre school in Prestwich Manchester, but lasted only ONE (repeat ONE) day only he he :)
2) Could not pronounced letter "R" properly, hence replacing it it "W". ROTI became WOTI. In 1995 buckled in the stroller in the street in Italy, she was feeling thirsty. She told me "Dad I want dwink." I said " What?" Mal Tati said " Dwink! Dwink!" meaning drink! I asked her again as I didnt get her and she shouted loudly " I want Dwiiiiiiiiiiiiink!!!!!!!"
3) Would obliged with what ever decision I made but would cried and sob behind me. "Tak pe lah"...said Mal Tati as though agreeing with my decision, only to start crying heavily behind me as a sign of disagreement!
4) A real manja kid with my other half, only to slow down after joining the boarding school in 2005. in fact while in the hostel Angah played the motherly role on behalf of my other half.
5) Mal Tati made a lady dentist (u48 he he) one morning went scavenging the dustbin at SRK Jalan 3 looking for her text book. The poor dentist, discovered the book, in the dustbin, left over nite by Mal Tati.
6) Very bubly while at the very young age. I remembered during one of the trip to Malaysia Hall in London, from Manchester Mal Tati grabbed hold of the remaning satay in the plate in front of Along and Angah, loudly saying "THIS ONE IS FOR ME REMEMBER!"
7) One day while walking to the post office in Prestwich , Mal Tati was carring a few letters to be posted. At that age she assured me " I will hold tightly, dont worry Dad!" when I reminded her not to drp the letters.
Mal Tati...form 4 you are very soon. You may go full flesh with you English drama during this period coz by next year you would be back to be book worm and ready to give us another surprise.
Congragtulation Mal Tati...proud of you.
Today, 27th dec 2007 she made us proud! Congratulations Mal Tati! We are so proud of you. Mal Tati scored straight 9 As today in her PMR. Gone was the worry that surrounded her the last few days. True to the tittle accorded to her she nearly broke down when the school official, jokingly, before handing her the exam result slip said "la....kenapa ni? Tak baca buku ke?". The joke, not very timely, I suppose caught Amal by sursprise. My heart stopped beating for a while. I grabbed the exam results slip from the officer, glanced through, I could see nothing but straight As! I said to Mal Tati " kenapa Amal??"
Before Amal screamed and went hysteria I grabbed her, hugged her and congratulated her. By then my other half, Norcaidah and Farah already joined us. All of us celebrated with cry of joy in full view of the school official.
We proceeded to the mosque to do sujud syukur and also solat Zuhor. We thanked Allah for all the blessing. Only if my beloved mum was still around, I would have contacted her right away.
After prayer we proceded to REBUNG RESTAURANT of Dr Sheikh Muszafar for a heafty lunch. My pocket was shallow soon after lunch but it was really worthwhile, since Mal Tati has been longing to go there for quite some time.
Mal Tati, you followed Along and Angah in showing perfect score in PMR. I just pray that Nurcaidah and Farah would follow you foot step,insya Allah.
Congratulate Mal Tati...here goes some of your trade mark:
1) Started pre school in Prestwich Manchester, but lasted only ONE (repeat ONE) day only he he :)
2) Could not pronounced letter "R" properly, hence replacing it it "W". ROTI became WOTI. In 1995 buckled in the stroller in the street in Italy, she was feeling thirsty. She told me "Dad I want dwink." I said " What?" Mal Tati said " Dwink! Dwink!" meaning drink! I asked her again as I didnt get her and she shouted loudly " I want Dwiiiiiiiiiiiiink!!!!!!!"
3) Would obliged with what ever decision I made but would cried and sob behind me. "Tak pe lah"...said Mal Tati as though agreeing with my decision, only to start crying heavily behind me as a sign of disagreement!
4) A real manja kid with my other half, only to slow down after joining the boarding school in 2005. in fact while in the hostel Angah played the motherly role on behalf of my other half.
5) Mal Tati made a lady dentist (u48 he he) one morning went scavenging the dustbin at SRK Jalan 3 looking for her text book. The poor dentist, discovered the book, in the dustbin, left over nite by Mal Tati.
6) Very bubly while at the very young age. I remembered during one of the trip to Malaysia Hall in London, from Manchester Mal Tati grabbed hold of the remaning satay in the plate in front of Along and Angah, loudly saying "THIS ONE IS FOR ME REMEMBER!"
7) One day while walking to the post office in Prestwich , Mal Tati was carring a few letters to be posted. At that age she assured me " I will hold tightly, dont worry Dad!" when I reminded her not to drp the letters.
Mal Tati...form 4 you are very soon. You may go full flesh with you English drama during this period coz by next year you would be back to be book worm and ready to give us another surprise.
Congragtulation Mal Tati...proud of you.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
KERI
Of the many friends that I had during my childhood days, the only one that is still in touch with me is Shukri. Really, I do not know what happen to others. In fact I have not seen them for many long years. I too do not know where they are now or what they are doing. Are they still around? Whoever and where ever they are my doa to Allah SWT may Allah bless them and their families.Amin
The only one, left is Shukri. Yes, we parted ways after school, lost contact for a certain period of time, get in touch, lost again and finally now back in contact. Shukri, or Keri as he is fondly known was my immidiate neighbour then. However he was not that lucky when his parent divorced and as a result of a broken family, he and his other siblings took different hard routes to survive.
During those childhood days Keri and me were very close. More often than not, our play time ended up with him having lunch at my place. Like any other kids we played together, quarelled, fight but in the end we remain friend. Keri did not fare well in his studies and hence survive doing odd jobs like selling ice cream, helping farmers in the kampong etc. What ever he did, he earned sympathy from the villagers, may be coz of his family back ground. However, the hard earned money, to Keri was hard to come but easy go. Never ever know how to save. Many a time the proceeding from his ice cream bussiness was given to me to be safe kept, only to be requested back the next day.That was KERI my child hood friend
When I entered university , Keri joined the army. That was the first depart point for us. I remembered him writing to me how he missed me and he just had no one else in the kampong. I did reply his letter at the beginning but some how we started to forget each other. When I returned for the term break, my arwah bonda told me that Keri was in the army. I got a mix feeling, shocked, proud and sad. Shocked coz Keri whom I know, so disorganized, so disoriented was now an army personnel. Couldnt believe it at first. Proud, coz Keri my friend at last was able to find a stable income to make ends meet. Sad, coz I did not know what will happen to him, whether we could meet again in the future.
Years passed without us in contact.
As has been fated by Allah SWT when I was first posted in Penang, Keri was based there too. I could not recall who initiated but it was a tearful reunion when we first met. We were both married when we met. I visited him at the army quarters with my other half at Air Hitam and he too visited me in Butterworth. I had just started a family and I remembered how Keri used to buy the PURNAMA products for me at the subsidized rate!
Again, as fated, when I got transfered to KL in 1986 we lost touch again, only to re established many years later during the eid gathering in the kampong. By then he already resigned from the army, ventured into the kedai makan bussiness and was not doing that well though. However, the greatest surprise was...despite all those, Keri is now on DOUBLE BARREL, the second one from South Thailand.
It had been twice I took my family to visit his. I just want to make sure that the bond between us is not loosen and we would be in close contact forever. Over and above that I just want my other half, my lovely girls to know how much I treasured the friendship that I endured with this real unique creature since when we were still running naked in the bendang and around the kampong. To you Keri, till death we are friends!
The only one, left is Shukri. Yes, we parted ways after school, lost contact for a certain period of time, get in touch, lost again and finally now back in contact. Shukri, or Keri as he is fondly known was my immidiate neighbour then. However he was not that lucky when his parent divorced and as a result of a broken family, he and his other siblings took different hard routes to survive.
During those childhood days Keri and me were very close. More often than not, our play time ended up with him having lunch at my place. Like any other kids we played together, quarelled, fight but in the end we remain friend. Keri did not fare well in his studies and hence survive doing odd jobs like selling ice cream, helping farmers in the kampong etc. What ever he did, he earned sympathy from the villagers, may be coz of his family back ground. However, the hard earned money, to Keri was hard to come but easy go. Never ever know how to save. Many a time the proceeding from his ice cream bussiness was given to me to be safe kept, only to be requested back the next day.That was KERI my child hood friend
When I entered university , Keri joined the army. That was the first depart point for us. I remembered him writing to me how he missed me and he just had no one else in the kampong. I did reply his letter at the beginning but some how we started to forget each other. When I returned for the term break, my arwah bonda told me that Keri was in the army. I got a mix feeling, shocked, proud and sad. Shocked coz Keri whom I know, so disorganized, so disoriented was now an army personnel. Couldnt believe it at first. Proud, coz Keri my friend at last was able to find a stable income to make ends meet. Sad, coz I did not know what will happen to him, whether we could meet again in the future.
Years passed without us in contact.
As has been fated by Allah SWT when I was first posted in Penang, Keri was based there too. I could not recall who initiated but it was a tearful reunion when we first met. We were both married when we met. I visited him at the army quarters with my other half at Air Hitam and he too visited me in Butterworth. I had just started a family and I remembered how Keri used to buy the PURNAMA products for me at the subsidized rate!
Again, as fated, when I got transfered to KL in 1986 we lost touch again, only to re established many years later during the eid gathering in the kampong. By then he already resigned from the army, ventured into the kedai makan bussiness and was not doing that well though. However, the greatest surprise was...despite all those, Keri is now on DOUBLE BARREL, the second one from South Thailand.
It had been twice I took my family to visit his. I just want to make sure that the bond between us is not loosen and we would be in close contact forever. Over and above that I just want my other half, my lovely girls to know how much I treasured the friendship that I endured with this real unique creature since when we were still running naked in the bendang and around the kampong. To you Keri, till death we are friends!
Monday, December 24, 2007
Langkawi revisited
My first trip to this island was when I was in form two. The scouts of SMPS and the girl guides of SMTM co-organized the trip there. It was in the 70's and what Langkawi is now is world apart. We loaded the bicycle into the ferry at Kuala Kedah and off we sailed to Kuah Jetty. Kuah Jetty then was made of wooden pillars full of fishermen boats around. After collecting our bicycle we were briefted on the "rules and regulations" and off we went to the island tour. Hardly any cars. Only old bikes, bicycles around. Kuah was then just a row of wooden shop houses. There it was the most out standing shop then belonging to Manggaram, the father of my classmates, Suresh. He is also the father to the not so clever Dr Dev Anand who operated my daughter twice without success! Curse on you Dev!
Back to the 70's. We camped at the mosque compound of Masjid Jamek Langkawi.(the very same mosque where Taufiq lost his phone and wallet recently). At nite, Rahman, my buddy got a strange idea of getting the fresh coconuts up the trees. I believe hunger got the better of him. Mind you, those days young coconuts were valuables!While the girl guides and scouts were deep asleep, Rahman and me sneaked out of the tents and up he went like a trained monkey. I was at the base to collect the dropped coconuts. Boms! one, two three, four the coconuts tumbled down. "cukup Man" I said. "Sikit lagi Bie" he answered.
As Rahman was busy monkeying with the coconuts he was not aware of what was happening down there. An old man approached me and I knew that was the mosque official. Within a split of a second I made a quick dash into total darkness and straight into the tent. With heart pumping hard, adrenalin flowing fast, I peeped through the small opening of the tent. The man, waited patiently at the base, collecting the coconuts, on behalf of "Bie". Rahman kept asking "Bie" whether the collection was enough. Rahman only stopped and came down once "Bie" said "Cukup tu......"
Rahman, upon hearing a different voice, was shaking on the tree but managed to land down safely. The landing was as rought as Dr Sheikh Muszafar as his leg was unable to grip the tree trunk any further...
The man was sporting enough not to scold Rahman but in fact he divided the collection into halves, between both of them...
The next day, we all enjoyed. Both the young coconut meat and juice as well as the hillarious incident. As all of us, especially the girl guides burst into laughter, Rahman pulled a long sour face. Of course, till we departed Langkawi, not even a word, Rahman and I spoke to each other.
Back to the 70's. We camped at the mosque compound of Masjid Jamek Langkawi.(the very same mosque where Taufiq lost his phone and wallet recently). At nite, Rahman, my buddy got a strange idea of getting the fresh coconuts up the trees. I believe hunger got the better of him. Mind you, those days young coconuts were valuables!While the girl guides and scouts were deep asleep, Rahman and me sneaked out of the tents and up he went like a trained monkey. I was at the base to collect the dropped coconuts. Boms! one, two three, four the coconuts tumbled down. "cukup Man" I said. "Sikit lagi Bie" he answered.
As Rahman was busy monkeying with the coconuts he was not aware of what was happening down there. An old man approached me and I knew that was the mosque official. Within a split of a second I made a quick dash into total darkness and straight into the tent. With heart pumping hard, adrenalin flowing fast, I peeped through the small opening of the tent. The man, waited patiently at the base, collecting the coconuts, on behalf of "Bie". Rahman kept asking "Bie" whether the collection was enough. Rahman only stopped and came down once "Bie" said "Cukup tu......"
Rahman, upon hearing a different voice, was shaking on the tree but managed to land down safely. The landing was as rought as Dr Sheikh Muszafar as his leg was unable to grip the tree trunk any further...
The man was sporting enough not to scold Rahman but in fact he divided the collection into halves, between both of them...
The next day, we all enjoyed. Both the young coconut meat and juice as well as the hillarious incident. As all of us, especially the girl guides burst into laughter, Rahman pulled a long sour face. Of course, till we departed Langkawi, not even a word, Rahman and I spoke to each other.
TIME FLIES
Time flies, there goes the saying. Felt that it was only yesterday all my girls were running around in the garden,screaming and fighting over their toys and today, they are all grown up.Yes, time flies. It was only yesterday Along, my eldest was playing Teng-teng with Angah. Today, Along is in her final year at the university and Angah into her first. Both of them are busy attending classmate's, coursemate's, engagement; wedding etc. It is a matter of time that they both soon would be following the foot step of their classmates, coursemates and friends. Time flies. Amal, or Mal Tati as she was fondly known during the chilhood days is now a grown up teen ager. Slowly she shed off her well known trade mark as the "puteri air mata." Ops!!She is much capable of doing that still though..at the drama competition she burst, broke down like nobody bisness simply to get into a character!
Ano, is now in the intermittent stage as she is about to enter into her secondary education level. Still very much a kid, most of the time she is caught in a situation of being an elder sister and a kid at heart. Proven in the recent Langkawi Holiday Trip, Ano enjoyed disrturbing Farah all the way. As and when Farah reacted to her antics, it was seen as a success! Know what? Mal Tati too would join Ano in torturing their youngest!
Farah, in her 10th year of seing the light, is very much a kid still. Screaming at others and me is seen as nothing wrong. Grabbing full plates of "ketam masak lemak" before others is normal and is seen as "ni adik punya!". Any advices against her wishes is unacceptable. "Mulut muncung boleh ikat reben" simply reflect her disapproval for any thing against her wish. A trip to the supermarket is incomplete without buying something for her, even if it is not at all required. Any sign of maturity is reflected in her never ending love for cosmetics and make up! She promised me when she is grown up she would built me a palace!
There they are, my 5 lovely girls who are now grown up lads. To all of you, mummy and daddy dedicated our love, souls and hearts. Girls, we love you all , very very much.
Ano, is now in the intermittent stage as she is about to enter into her secondary education level. Still very much a kid, most of the time she is caught in a situation of being an elder sister and a kid at heart. Proven in the recent Langkawi Holiday Trip, Ano enjoyed disrturbing Farah all the way. As and when Farah reacted to her antics, it was seen as a success! Know what? Mal Tati too would join Ano in torturing their youngest!
Farah, in her 10th year of seing the light, is very much a kid still. Screaming at others and me is seen as nothing wrong. Grabbing full plates of "ketam masak lemak" before others is normal and is seen as "ni adik punya!". Any advices against her wishes is unacceptable. "Mulut muncung boleh ikat reben" simply reflect her disapproval for any thing against her wish. A trip to the supermarket is incomplete without buying something for her, even if it is not at all required. Any sign of maturity is reflected in her never ending love for cosmetics and make up! She promised me when she is grown up she would built me a palace!
There they are, my 5 lovely girls who are now grown up lads. To all of you, mummy and daddy dedicated our love, souls and hearts. Girls, we love you all , very very much.
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