take good care of each other.. said Aunty Neighbour.
M B A
single yesterday
married today
all so freshsingle yesterday
married today
still.. Married but Available?
K & M wedding ~ Bandar Mahkota Cheras.. 2009, November 29th
Memory and Aidil Adha
arwah abah.. passed away in 1989, August 15th.
and
feizal.. our second child that arwah abah just loved to have him around.
"e che e che" arwah abah used to tease feizal.
e che is pencil.
feizal liked to write and played with the pencil of arwah abah.
feizal will always be on arwah abah's lap when arwah abah recited the Quran.
arwah abah loved to recite the Quran.. day and night.. especially.. in the wee hour of the morning.. never failing.
arwah abah passed away after years battling with prostate cancer.
and Aidil Adha becomes very significant to me.
why?
this was arwah abah 1st and last Aidil Adha with us.
arwah abah was dying in front of Kaabah.. as told by my mother.. and as arwah abah kissed Hajar Aswad.. arwah abah prayed to Allah Almighty to be able to bring my mother safely home and celebrate his Aidil Adha with the family.
arwah abah arrived to the family safely.
arwah abah celebrated Aidil Adha with us.
al-fatihah.
The "Song" that I "Sang"
As I arrived at the office yesterday morning, I immediately got myself up and about preparing for the next upcoming 2 weeks out station meeting that I am assigned for.
I was looking for a new notebook to bring along with me and as I went through the drawers, my 2008 diary came into my view.
Out.. fell a piece of paper.
Oh Wow!
I have been looking for this "masterpiece" for quite sometime. I did searched the Internet but could not find the exact version of this.
This.. is my "song".. the "song" that I "sang" for all my children as they were born.. craddling them in the soft comfort of my arms.. craddling them in the "buaian".. etc etc etc.
The "song" that I "sang".. my lullaby.. always pacifying both mother and child/children.
Diyana.. our first-born
my late father.. husband.. Diyana at birth.. nephews - Muhanif & Muhazrol
youngest sister
husband and niece.. Munirah.. 1984, December 05th
nephew.. Muhazlan
*
me and daughter.. Diyana.. 1984, November 05th
nephews.. Muhazrol and Muhanif
tampin.. 1984, December
Help! Help!
Pagi ini.. satu adegan yang tidak aku sangka-sangka!
meow! meow! 
I was about to get into my car to work.
Oh! That same (white) cat!
meow! meow!
(oh I really want to help)
tak dapet den nolong
den nak poyi kojo ni ha!
pandai-pandai lah ekau solamatkan diri yo!
Winter Ubi Kayu
Today.. another colleague got herself a transfer.. back to her second newly wed husband.. up north. Though some of us are fasting but the pot luck went on as planned.
perghhhhh.. a traditional ikan bilis with belimbing buluh (rebus 8 jam dulu) and cili padi fried to this formation.
of course.. eaten with that "winter" staple food - the ubi kayu.
err disebabkan den busy layan anak-anak den dengan wi-fi yang baru installed ket umah malam tadi.. den out source yo den nya portion.
still ubi.. but keria ubi keledek and ketayap.
hmmmmm.. why ketayap ek - nama kuih ni?
caramel
tapau weh!
jangan tak tapau untuk buka kang!
perghhhhh.. a traditional ikan bilis with belimbing buluh (rebus 8 jam dulu) and cili padi fried to this formation.
of course.. eaten with that "winter" staple food - the ubi kayu.
err disebabkan den busy layan anak-anak den dengan wi-fi yang baru installed ket umah malam tadi.. den out source yo den nya portion.
still ubi.. but keria ubi keledek and ketayap.
hmmmmm.. why ketayap ek - nama kuih ni?
caramelbaked macaroni 
tapau weh!
jangan tak tapau untuk buka kang!
Pasir Gelas Masa
pasir
gelaspasir dan gelas = masa 
i want you to think of your life as an hourglass 
you know there are thousands of grains of sands in the top of the hourglass; and they all pass slowly and evenly through the narrow neck in the middle.
nothing you or i could do would make more than one grain of sand pass through this narrow neck without impairing the hourglass.
you and i and everyone else are like these hourglass.
*
when we start in the morning, there are hundreds of tasks which you feel that we must accomplish that day, but if we do not take them one at a time and let them pass through the day slowly and evenly, as do the grains of sand passing through the narrow neck of the hourglass, then we are bound to break our own physical or mental structure.
this was an advice by an army doctor to a well known author
Cikgu Mat vs Adik Mat
Di dalam sebuah kelas, seorang cikgu tadika, Cikgu Mat bertanyakan satu soalan kepada kanak-kanak tadika itu.
Makanya.. Adik Mat cepat-cepat mengangkat tangan untuk menjawab soalan tersebut.
Cikgu Mat:
Ada 3 ekor burung di atas dahan pokok.
Seekor ditembak pemburu, berapa ekor lagi tinggal di atas dahan itu?
Adik Mat: Kosong cikgu.
Cikgu Mat:Kenapa pula kosong Mat?
Adik Mat: Sebab 2 ekor lagi tu mesti laa terbang cikgu.
Cikgu Mat:
Salah!
Jawapannya tentulah 2 Mat.
3 tolak 1 sama dengan 2.
Tapi cikgu suka cara kamu berfikir.
Habis kelas, Cikgu Mat dengan ikhlas dan murah hatinya belanjalah Adik Mat makan aiskrim. Adik Mat yang sedang menjamu aiskrim itu tiba-tiba bertanya kepada Cikgu Mat.
Adik Mat:
Cikgu, ada 3 orang perempuan makan aiskrim.
Sorang tu style makan telan semua sekali gus.
Yang sorang lagi gigit sikit-sikit.
Perempuan yang last sekali jilat keliling dulu dan kulum aiskrim sampai habis.
Antara 3 orang perempuan tu, cuma seorang saja yang dah kahwin.
Yang mana satu cikgu?
Tergamam juga Cikgu Mat apabila mendengar soalan Adik Mat tu! Tapi Cikgu Mat tetap maintain cool jer. Dengan berlagak neutral Cikgu Mat pun menjawab.
Cikgu Mat:
Yang jilat keliling dulu dan kulum aiskrim sampai habis tu lah kot yang dah kahwin.
Adik Mat:
Salah cikgu!
Yang pakai cincin kahwin la yang dah kahwin.
Tapi takpe.
Saya suka cara cikgu berfikir.
Makanya.. Adik Mat cepat-cepat mengangkat tangan untuk menjawab soalan tersebut.
Cikgu Mat:
Ada 3 ekor burung di atas dahan pokok.
Seekor ditembak pemburu, berapa ekor lagi tinggal di atas dahan itu?
Adik Mat: Kosong cikgu.
Cikgu Mat:Kenapa pula kosong Mat?
Adik Mat: Sebab 2 ekor lagi tu mesti laa terbang cikgu.
Cikgu Mat:
Salah!
Jawapannya tentulah 2 Mat.
3 tolak 1 sama dengan 2.
Tapi cikgu suka cara kamu berfikir.
Habis kelas, Cikgu Mat dengan ikhlas dan murah hatinya belanjalah Adik Mat makan aiskrim. Adik Mat yang sedang menjamu aiskrim itu tiba-tiba bertanya kepada Cikgu Mat.
Adik Mat:
Cikgu, ada 3 orang perempuan makan aiskrim.
Sorang tu style makan telan semua sekali gus.
Yang sorang lagi gigit sikit-sikit.
Perempuan yang last sekali jilat keliling dulu dan kulum aiskrim sampai habis.
Antara 3 orang perempuan tu, cuma seorang saja yang dah kahwin.
Yang mana satu cikgu?
Tergamam juga Cikgu Mat apabila mendengar soalan Adik Mat tu! Tapi Cikgu Mat tetap maintain cool jer. Dengan berlagak neutral Cikgu Mat pun menjawab.
Cikgu Mat:
Yang jilat keliling dulu dan kulum aiskrim sampai habis tu lah kot yang dah kahwin.
Adik Mat:
Salah cikgu!
Yang pakai cincin kahwin la yang dah kahwin.
Tapi takpe.
Saya suka cara cikgu berfikir.
p/s: ni kawan saya yang e-mail daaaa
Grafitti.. is an Art?
i always enjoy art.. in any form - music.. film.. scuplture.. painting.. anything.. everything of art in nature.
but is grafitti an art?
i was in Phily last 2004 
i just love this.. on the wall nearby that DoubleTree Hotel i was staying.
.. and more ..
art.. a process or product of deliberately arranging elements in a way that appeals to the senses or emotions.
art.. it encompasses a diverse range of human activities.. creations.. modes of expression.
art.. it encompasses a diverse range of human activities.. creations.. modes of expression.
grafitti is an art
he he.. Patutlah
this is him.. Boris Pasternakas explained by our very own (?) loyal never failing to be informative Uncle G:
Boris Leonidovich Pasternak (10 February 1890 – 30 May 1960) was a Nobel Prize - winning Russian, novelist and translator of Goethe and Shakespeare. In Russia, Pasternak is most celebrated as a poet.
My Sister Life, written in 1917, is arguably the most influential collection of poetry published in the Russian Language in the 20th century.
In the West he is best known for his epic novel Doctor Zhivago, a tragedy whose events span the last period of the Russian Empire and the early days of the Soviet Union.
It was first translated and published in Italy in 1957. He helped give birth to the dissident movement with the publication of Doctor Zhivago.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Pasternak
patutlah!
Born to Live?
Man is born to live, not to prepare for life..
.. said Boris Pasternak, a Russian author 1890 - 1960.
this man was born in 1960.
and he is my husband.
for the last 26 years.. man aka husband aka suami aka laki aka atok eh..
every now n then.. he never failed to make me garu my kepala yg tarak gatal.. or make me fast n furious.. or cool like the winter sonata.. or "nothing"..
and so on.. and so on.. and so on.
err like wise eh?
he he..
err mind you.. a super duper cool man like him.. can sent you flat smacked screaming hysterically on the wall without him having to raise neither his voice nor his hand.
bottom line:
there is no such thing as perfect marriage or even perfect match.
(say me)
it just that.. we learn to tango "nicely" on the "floor" that is sometime oh wow! smooth eh? or lantai yg arghhhhhh-how-can-i-dance-on-this-floor!
ok.. i had posted this comment in my blog.
yehaaaaaa!
.. said Boris Pasternak, a Russian author 1890 - 1960.
this man was born in 1960.
and he is my husband.for the last 26 years.. man aka husband aka suami aka laki aka atok eh..
every now n then.. he never failed to make me garu my kepala yg tarak gatal.. or make me fast n furious.. or cool like the winter sonata.. or "nothing"..
and so on.. and so on.. and so on.
err like wise eh?
he he..
err mind you.. a super duper cool man like him.. can sent you flat smacked screaming hysterically on the wall without him having to raise neither his voice nor his hand.
bottom line:
there is no such thing as perfect marriage or even perfect match.
(say me)
it just that.. we learn to tango "nicely" on the "floor" that is sometime oh wow! smooth eh? or lantai yg arghhhhhh-how-can-i-dance-on-this-floor!
ok.. i had posted this comment in my blog.
yehaaaaaa!
but wait.. Boris Pasternak.. oh who?
must be one prominent author that i like ni
My New Baby
Oh! I love babies! Thank Allah Almighty for blessing us with 6 children who are now so grown up.
Baby Mabul.. as we arrived at that Arong chalet.. we could not help being "disturbed" by a crying baby. And Masya Allah.. such handsome bouncing healthy 7 days old baby of the chalet owner.
Gone my tiredness of the day's journey.. started as early as 4 in the morning.
husband.. still very tired.. tersandar as we arrived at the Arong Chalet
Simple but Nice
dinner at Lahad Datulunch at Kunak 
fish.. in various styles
just cili hijau with onion
the best of the day 
kerabu mangga
