Friday, September 26, 2008

We Wish You...

Dengan Ingatan Tulus Ikhlas daripada famyGirl, famyBoy, famyKids (and famyCats too!)

Izinkan saya memohon berbanyak-banyak Maaf Zahir & Batin atas segala salah-silap sepanjang persaudaraan dan persahabatan kita, especially atas segala yang ter-ambil, ter-gossip, ter-mengata, ter-makan, ter-minum, ter-patah, ter-jatuhkan, ter-pinjam tanpa kebenaran, ter-mintak tapau (tanpa rasa malu), ter-mintak belanja (juga tanpa rasa malu), ter-lambat/lupa reply SMS, return call dan respond kepada emel serta MukaBuku messages.

Juga mohon berbanyak ampun & maaf jikalau ada ter-salah tulis dalam blog and/or comments and/or chats, ter-tickle, ter-cucuk, ter-lebih gurau/usik/sakat, ter-peluk, ter-cium, ter-conteng kat dinding, ter-ganggu masa tengah sibuk ada meeting/discussion, ter-mintak advice, ter-baling Justin Timberlake, ter-hantar bunga/beg tangan/ais krim/e-card/rama-rama/barang kemas lip-lap-lip-lap dan haiwan-haiwan comel yang berlebihan.

Hope y'all have a great, fun and safe Cuti-Cuti Raya. *hugs*

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Entry Banyak Category

It has been quite a busy week for the famyHousehold. This entry would sum it all.

The (Almost) Return of the Stomach Flu
Aidiin got sick last week during the Nuzul Quran break and had to miss school for 2 days. It started with vomitting, then diarrhea, then vomitting, more vomitting, and even more vomitting, displaying very clear signs of stomach flu. Nothing stayed inside, and he continued to purge any food or fluids that I fed him. Dan yang tak bestnya, it happened while famyBoy was away in Melaka attending a series of meetings and discussions. But Alhamdulillah, he recovered the next day after a dose of tahan muntah medication inserted into his a**.

Kit Kat Kitty Kitty Kat
Gave Misha and Harry their overdue kitty baths. Dah 2 bulan (or maybe lebih) depa dua ekor ni tak kena shampoo secara besar-besaran. Misha seemed appreciative of the bath and didn't bother licking herself dry afterwards. She seemed to enjoy the cool breezy 'after mandi' feeling, especially during the heat the past few days. Ohh... I think she approved the new collar I got her. *smiles*
Harry managed to get himself all dirty again (all his fur got tangled and covered in dry leaves) about 2 hours after his bath by playing near my pokok bunga pots. Boys!!! *geleng kepala*

Twins Spotting
My nephew got the chicky pox last 2 weeks so we haven't been able to visit my in-laws at their house for the last two weekends. Sofea hasn't gotten the pox yet, so her Ayah is very reluctant to take any risks due to the upcoming raya and October being the final exams month. Ingatkan this weekend dah boleh get together-gether, but as it turned out, spots have been spotted (for the lack of a better word) on my niece the day before yesterday. Tapi it's expected-lah kan? This disease *is* contagious. Pity my mom-in-law, sure pening kepala dia what with raya coming and all.

Not The Usual Mosquito Bites
After sending off Sofea and Aidiin to school this morning, famyBoy & I made a quick stop at Glen3agles to visit my aunt (T1t1) who was admitted for dengue fever. Must be them nyamuks at her new house. She looked a bit pale and weak but seems to be recovering. Alhamdulillah. She was just about to email her presentation slides to her staff for a presentation tomorrow when we arrived. :P
Note to T1t1: No working masa sakit!!!

Beli dan Belah
Been running around doing errands and some last minute raya shopping. Bukannya shopping sakan pun, just the essentials and necessities (mostly stuff untuk others). Only got baju raya for the kids memandangkan bajet raya tahun ini agak limited.

Sofea came home today and happily announced that she has passed her 'ujian alih tahap' from Qiraati 5 to Al-Quran. Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. Since next week is cuti week, she'll start her mengaji Quran classes the week after next. I should also note that (since she might stumble upon this blog in future) she has managed to puasa penuh so far. Tinggal 5 hari je lagi, Kakak! :) I admire her perseverance. As her Ibu, I am very proud of her, for both her achievements dalam bulan yang mulia ini.

Ramadhan Reads
As for me, I am hoping to make a habit of reading the Quran after subuh prayers. A routine that started this month and hopefully gets carried over to the months that follow, In shaa Allah. I happened to catch a segment of Al-Kuliyyah on TV the other day and the Ustaz mentioned that although 'quantity' is good, 'consistency' is even better. Biar baca sikit-sikit tetapi berterusan. May Allah guide me in my efforts.

I don't think I've mentioned this before in my previous Bookworm posts. After reading Lif3 is an Op3n Secr3t and Ay4t-Ay4t C1nta, I have started looking out for more 'pembangun jiwa, pembuka minda' books. Recent (unread) purchases include Ketika Cinta Bertasbih I & II, Tunggu Teduh Dulu, and Khadijah Cinta Abadi Kekasih Nabi. These books will be great 'penutup' readings for my 2008 Books-I've-Read list, dontcha think?


Sheesh... this entry is sooooo rojak. Macam-macam pun ada.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

I Made Him Blush *giggles*

** Meant to be posted on September 13, 2008 **

To famyBoy: My Love, Cinta, Darling, Sweetheart, Intan Payung, Buah Hati Pengarang Jantung, husband, Imam, lover & sleeping partner; my best friend of the opposite sex, chauffeur, shopping buddy, carpenter, plumber, garbage man, gardener, sanitary engineer/inspector (trained for kids & pets alike), official food-taster, electrician, finance manager cum auditor, fashion critic (not certified tho), furniture mover, gadget buddy and trusted resource for geeky stuff, late-nights susu and nescafe/milo-maker, consultant for matters of concern, shoulder-provider and hug-giver whenever I needed to cry my eyes out, bookshop lepak partner, motivator, ear-lender whenever I needed to talk; my badut whenever I needed a good laugh, my hand-holder when we get opportunities to go out on dates.

Watching him check on sleeping Sofea to make sure that her comforter is snuggily keeping her warm, makes me proud that he is the sperm and gene contributor for my children. Watching him wrestle Aidiin, tickling him and making him laugh till he cries, makes me feel all mushy and cintan-cintun inside.

He is not really the romantic type but I know that he loves me, in his own (unromantic) way, despite the fact that I am several kilos heavier than before my weaknesses and occasional bouts of stubbornness itu. He might not know this, but his smile still has the ability to make me go cair with lurrrrve. Shhhh... don't go telling him about that coz he might abuse this power of his. heh.

He is my pillar of strength and confidence, and I love him love him love him for that. Happy 35th Birthday Sayang.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Until We Meet Again...

First and foremost, I'd like to wish my Muslim readers Ramadhan Al-Mubarak and Selamat Berpuasa dan mengerjakan ibadah. I realize that it's a tad belated, but I wasn't really in the 'right' mood to get online. And I'm sorry for not visiting your blogs for the past few weeks.

Today marks the 14th day since TokBa (my grandfather) has left us and this world, to begin his new life in the hereafter.

He went so very peacefully that day, that fateful morning of August 27, 2008. His last breath on the hospital bed of Putra Specialist Medical Center in Melaka, was slow but steady, both his eyes closing slowly as if falling into deep sleep. He went while his three daughters (my mom and my two aunts) were sitting beside him, reciting surah Yaasin by his bed.

I was glad (and somewhat thankful) that I had felt berat hati to return to KL the night before his passing.

He'd just turned 86 on July 5th this year.

A few weeks before his demise, I had this recurring memory of him picking me up from kindergarten. I was 5 or 6 at the time and we were living in Penang then. He had arrived in his motorbike and was waiting for me outside the kindy gate. I remember running towards him, both my hands hugging tight to three small kittens. One was grey with black stripes, one was orange with darker orangey stripes. I can't recall exactly the color of the third one. Maybe it was black, with some white patches. I don't remember. Stray kittens they were, abandoned. Ada orang buang kat kawasan sekolah tu kot.

"Nak bawak balik anak kucing ni. Depa takdak mak..." I looked up at him. Innocent but insistent.

He hesitated at first. "Satgi Mak hang marah."

I ignored him. Without delay, I placed the struggling kittens into the carrier (yang macam bakul tu) at the front of the bike. Covered the top with my school bag, afraid that the meowing kittens might climb out. I gave him a questioning "So, boleh bawak balik, ya?" look. I don't remember if I had subconciously also added a pair of puppy-dog pleading eyes for special effects.

He didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either. He didn't scold me but he didn't show any signs of disapproval. He just told me to climb up, take my seat behind him. He started his bike and rode off. I remember clinging on to him, my grandfather, on his motorbike, as we rode down and up the valley roads, passing by some anak bukit hutan area and Customs quarters. I was the happiest little girl in the whole of Bukit Gelugor that day.

Growing up, I don't think I have ever seen him get angry or lose his temper, you know, like reaaaaaallly angry, the naik suara meninggi kind. He was always the patient one, whereas my grandma was the garang one. I think I inherited my garang-ness from her. And to a certain extend, so did my mom.

A chunk of my (study) life was spent overseas, so I sorta missed those growing up years with him, but each time I got to meet him, during our balik kampung sessions, he never failed to express how proud he was of me for being offered the scholarship to study abroad. Haaa... ni lah dia cucu Pak Mansoor yang pi belajaq kat Amerika tuu... It often made me go red in the face, although deep down I felt extremely pleased (and sedikit kembang) to be able to make him feel that proud of me.

I am thankful that he was around to share the joys after the birth of my two children, his cicits. When he was still strong and healthy, he enjoyed conversing and playing with them. Layan-ing all their antics. He'd ask Sofea about school (kindy) and ask Aidiin to say his (Aidiin's) full name out loud. Both of them called him Boo-ba.

It was from my grandfather that my kids learned a valuable life lesson. MUST BRUSH TEETH EVERYDAY. Otherwise, semua gigi will cabut and jatuh macam gigi Booba. Sofea and Aidiin would shriek ketakutan dan kegelian when they witness my grandma carrying, in a bowl, their Booba's full set of false teeth, over to him before his meals.


After two weeks, I still find it awkward and difficult to refer to him as 'Arwah'.

I still cannot complete reading surah Yaasin without having to stop in between to wipe my tears and blow my nose.

Sometimes after performing solat, without realizing, I still panjatkan doa to Allah to ease his pain and sufferings, agar Dia dapat sembuhkan penyakitnya.

I still have trouble writing and editing this post, having to think about him in the past tense.

I don't know how Aidilfitri this year would feel without his presence.

I still remember how calm and peaceful he looked after his mandi jenazah. I still remember kissing him on the forehead, for that very last time.

And I shall cherish the memory of that motorbike ride for as long as I live.

I can only offer him my prayers. Semoga roh Hj Md Mansoor Hj Abu Bakar, my TokBa, ditempatkan bersama-sama mereka yang beriman dan bertaqwa. He will always remain in the hearts of those who love him.


Thank you all for the ucapan takziah smses, text prayers and comments left in my shoutbox and in Zan's blog entry. It meant a lot to me and my family. *hugs*


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