Sebab tiada yang sempurna...

Hmm...susah...susah...ditelan mati mak, diluah mati bapak..so kemam ajerlah dalam mulut, simpan je lah dalam hati, sebab manusia memang tak sempurna, kan. Nak complaint lebih-lebih pun buat sakit hati je.Aku malas nak citer kat sini, kang membuka aib orang lak. Cukuplah kalau aku katakan aku meluat and menyampah tahap gaban kat makhluk Allah yang sorang ni.Semoga Allah tabahkan hati aku.

Makan-makan time

Ish..dah lama gak tak update blog ni. Sejak membusykan diri dengan business online ni, memang takde masa langsung nak berblog-blog ni. Tetiba lak teringin nak tulis-menulis kat sini. Skang office hour dah tukar, isnin-khamis kerja 9 jam tapi jumaat 4 jam je. bunyinya memanglah syok sbb jumaat kerja half-day je tapi Tuhan je lah yang tahu macamna penatnya hari-hari yang dilalui dari Isnin sampai Khamis tu. Kesian anak-anak mama, asyik lambat je ambil dari nursery. Tapi apa-apa pun, terima kasih sayang sebab tetap senyum bila nampak mama.Mujur ada anak-anakku yang manis, buat pengubat penat. syukurr...

Semalam sempat lah mencelah kejap petang lepas kerja, pergi melepak kat Dome KLCC dengan my friend, si Rangash. Sebab hari tu lunch lambat (pukul 4 baru makan nasi), so time melepak tu takdelah nak makan berat-berat, tambah lak hati dah teringat kat anak-anak. Tapi mengenangkan kawan aku yang sorang ni asyik membebel je ajak jumpa, ok...oklah...kasiklah my value time 1 jam kat dia, yelah, orang kata sesibuk mana pun kita, kena gak ada time at least a cup of coffee with friends. So, dengan hati waja dan penuh keberanian, aku pun melangkahlah ke stesen LRT Dang Wangi, nak pegi KLCC nih. Tapi Ya ampun, ramainya manusia. Punyalah ramai sampai train yang ke-4 pun aku tak dapat nak naik (sedangkan berdiri betul2 depan pintu). Taknak aku berebut-rebut, kang tersepit kang sape susah..aku gak.

Dah berpeluh-peluh menunggu, kepala pun dah pening lalat, akhirnya dapatlah naik train. Tapi apalah malang, berdiri betul-betul kat keti** mamat ni. aduuuhhhh...pengsan..memang sikit lagi nak pengsan, nasib baik KLCC dah dekat.Nasib baiklah aku ulang-balik kerja naik motor, kalau macm ni tiap-tiap hari, entahlah apa akan jadi dengan aku ni.

Kat Dome, aku order English breakfast tea dengan chocolate brownies with vanilla ice-cream. and si Rangash tu lak order ginger tea dengan kuih apa tah..tapi alamak...kociknya, kesian aku tengok. Aku rasa dia pun tak kenyang kot pasal dia asyik geleng-geleng kepala je...hehehe

Oklah, dah lama tak jumpa, macam-macamlah cerita kan. Tanya itu ini..satu je aku nak tahu..bilalah mamat ni nak kawin? agak-agak kalau dia baca blog aku ni, tak tahulah dia kasik jawapan atau tak?..hehehe..atau biarlah hidup anda diselubungi misteri....

Always check your child homework!!

(Here's the reply the teacher received from a mother of one of her student the following day after receiving the picture drawn by her student)

Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it.

Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.

Sincerely,Mrs. Smith

Abortion

Hi friends,

I received this story from my friends, Amin and i think this is a very good lesson to learn and share;

One day, a worried woman went to her gynecologist and said 'Doctor, I have a serious problem and desperately need your help! My baby is not even 1 yr. old and I'm pregnant again. I don't want kids so close together.'

So the doctor said: 'Ok and what do you want me to do?'
She said: 'I want you to end my pregnancy, and I'm counting on your help with this.'

The doctor thought for a little, and after some silence he said to the lady: 'I think I have a better solution for your problem. It's less dangerous for you too.'

She smiled, thinking that the doctor was going to accept her request. Then he continued: 'You see, in order for you not to have to take care of 2 babies at the same time, let's kill the one in your arms.. This way, you could rest some before the other one is born. If we're going to kill one of them, it doesn't matter which one it is. There would be no risk for your body if you chose the one in your arms.

The lady was horrified and said: 'No doctor! How terrible! It's a crime to kill a child!

'I agree', the doctor replied. 'But you seemed to be ok with it, so I thought maybe that was the best solution. The doctor smiled, realizing that he had made his point.

Then the doctor convinced the mom that there is no difference in killing a child that's already been born and one that's still in the womb. The crime is the same!

The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 cups of coffee

When things in your life seem almost too much too handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full they agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar . Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things-your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else -- the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued,"there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.

The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal."

Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

My Little Princess

When i decided to conceive, i really hope that i will get a baby girl. I was so jelous with my friends who has a daughther, which means they can buy a lot of sweet, pinky and flowery clothes and accessorice for their little girl. So when my son, Muqri celebrated his 2nd birthday, i told my husband that i'm ready for the second child!

23rd Aug 2005, is the happiest day in my life. Finally, i got what i want...a chubby and sweet baby girl. I named her: Zara Damia, means the light of truthness and intelligent. Her hair was so thick, got a chubby face but look so soft and girly. I cannot wait to bring her home because the whole family was waiting, especially Muqri.

Zara loves to be held, caressed, kissed, stroked, massaged, and carried. He may even make an "ah" sound when she hears my voice or sees my face, and she'll be eager to find me once she hear my voice. Yes, she's dependent on me for love, care, and feeding and i will try to give my best to all her need, since the only way she knows to communicate is by crying. But I learnt that I can communicate with her through my voice and my touch.

Now, she is 5 month already. She is on the rolling stage..roll...roll...roll..and again. She start crying when i leave the room or the nuersery and she get excited when she saw me come back. She will laugh when me or her brother make a silly face or funny sound. She loves watching television with her brother, and now, likes to grab anything that Muqri have in his hand (a sign that whatever my brother have, i should get one!!)

One more, she now are more alert on sound. She realizes where sound come from and she will quickly turn to that direction. She loves wind chimes (come from my neighbour;s house) and seems like i have to get one. Oh...she also recognize her name and will response when i talk to her. I also notice that she will turns his head when i call her or talk about her with my hubby.

So the only way to entertain her at this stage is talk and sing to her. One her favorite song is 'the itsy-bitsy spider' (yeah...i master with it).Argh...she love books too and her brothers' toys (superman, spiderman, cars, trucks etc). Hopefully whe she grows up, whe will loves barbie doll more than cars and ultraman).
Yeah.. her hair is long and so thick. I even can tie it and use the hair clip, i am thinking to cut it, since she always scratch her hair. Maybe this is not the suitable time to keep her hair.

Well, there is a lots of things to share but the most important things that i learn as a mother is every babies and kids are unique and special. They have their own development and meet milestones at their own pace. You cannot compare your kids with other kids, since they are different, and they are an individual!

My Little Chatterbox

My son, Muhammad Muqri is 3-year-old now.No more games of charades to decipher what he wants. No more confusing in order to received and response on his 'never-understanding' language he use.

Thanks to his improved diction and amazing grasp of grammar, so that I should be able to understand more than three-fourths of what he's saying now.

He uses longer sentences (three or more words) and a growing vocabulary (300 to 1,000 words — too many for you to count) to make himself understood.His question became more complete, longer and non-stop. And his request also became more complicated and details, and that's means i have to hear and understand what he need, also have to explain more details if that request cannot be fulfill. The reason should be reasonable, and the way to response to his need must be polite and in a good manner.

My talkative budding conversationalist loves to talk and sing. Doctor said that lengthy verbal turn-taking is a hallmark of this age. He'll be able to answer simple questions and also ask questions of his own. Sometime he cares less about the answer than keeping the conversation going. He'll begin to describe what he's seeing or doing and is starting to use words to reason things out. I noticed that he is using more adjectives (the big red car) and correct verb tenses, adding "s" and "ing" when necessary. He may still have trouble producing some sounds, especially r, l, s, and th.

Argh...one more, he has a beloved pillow (handmade by my mother), and he will asked about it when his about to going to sleep, no matter where it is. I had to retrieve it from afar more than once. Sometimes it was left at Grandma's and I had to fetch it in the middle of the night.It always made me wondering when the jig will be up. But FINALLY I got a good advice-Whatever you do — don't do anything! Children let go of security objects at different ages. Some may be ready when they start preschool; some like to carry theirs to preschool in their backpack and leave it in their cubby by day. Others continue to sleep with a special pal well into elementary school and beyond. Most children wean themselves eventually.

To avoid losing a lovey, if you haven't already, establish some rules about where the blankie or bear can and can't go. For 3-year-olds who once had unrestricted limits on where to bring a lovey, make new "big kid" rules. If it never leaves the house, it's a lot easier to find. Obviously, doctor's appointments and vacations are reasonable exceptions. (By 3, a child's chosen object is usually so well-loved and tattered it may be too late to try the ol' buy-a-replacement). Well, i think this is a good advice because it worked!! (thanks to www.babycenter.com).

Whatever it is, he is a sweet and good son. yes, sometimes he is naughty but he is a kid, and it is up to me. I pray to Allah, may all the kindness will be in his heart forever.

The Miracle of Quran

An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Qur'an. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could. One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Qur'an just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur'an do?"

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied,"Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water. "The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house.The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water.You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would Leak out before he got back to the house.The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!"

"So you think it is useless?" The old man said,"Look at the basket."The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out."Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives"

Amazing Ways to Preserve Fruits & Vegetables

Hi there,

I want to share with you a very useful tip to keep your fruits and vegetables fresh for weeks!. iI got this from my friends who email to me this tips and i hope that she doesn't mind if i prefer to put this in my blog.

I thought it was an amazing and good idea to save wasteful resource, which is we thinks that it has no function and then, just straight away throw away into the dustbin.



Well, here is the type of aluminium coated plastic bag from Quaker ( but you will always can use any other stuff as long as it has the same tupe of material).

Then, you can put plenty of fruits or vegetables in that plastic bag and put in the fridge. Do not fold or seal the plastic bag . Just leave it open and it will do the magic work for you.

I'm sure this info will help us to save our earth and...our money too!!

Family

Family...when we talk about family,basically it have mommy, daddy, daughter and son, and for the big family like mine, i have my grandma and grandpa (also our pets, 3 little kitty and their mama). Well...that's include my siblings (i have 7 in the family and i'm the eldest). And also include my brother and sister-in-law, and 3 little kids that we share together. Hmm...let's count the only uncle i have...and he has 8 family member. Woo..woo...this is very interesting. Can you imagine how is the situation when we hang out together? Hmmm...should be interesting and much much more fun.

Family..there are two types of family. One, family who has good income, good taste, higher expectation but less in attention and love. Two..family who have a moderate income, grateful and middle level of expectation but rich with love, laugh and smile. Mine...not type one, and not type two. Well..at least everything going smooth and everybody plays their role.Moderate income, higher expectation but full of love, laugh and forgiveness. Forgiveness? Yes, because nobody perfect, forgiveness will enhance the value of the relationship among the family members.Yes, then we make sure that we always have somebody from our family who can lend their shoulder when you need it.

My sister, she is a tough women. Her heart is full of forgiveness and love. My third brother, just married and ego, but yea..nobody perfect. Forth one, is a good uncle, fifth one...hmm...complicated, sixth sensitive and the youngest is naughty but very independent.

My mom and dad..while young always fighting and never can get together, then we give-up already and let them do whatever they want(sorry..i decided to go and create my own future). But finally, after be a grandma and grandpa, they are the most 'romantic but complicated' couple we have in our family.

And for me, thanks to Allah because gave me a chance to have my own family, even just a small one. My lovely husband and my adorable kids,thanks you for everything. To my kids, Muqri and Zara, I'm sorry baby, because mama cannot be a good mother, cannot take care both of you all the time but you both always in my pray.I love you all forever and you're everything for me.

Money is important but family is everything...

The Adorable-Lah-

If you are walking the streets of London or sipping coffee at a sidewalk cafe somewhere in Paris, and you hear in plain English, "So expensive-lah" or "So hot-lah", just turn around in the direction of the voice and I guarantee you that ten out of ten, the person who just dotted his or her sentence with a lah is Malaysian. If you are feeling homesick in a foreign land and suddenly you overhear a conversation full of Yes-lahs and No-lahs, your homesickness can be assuaged for it sounds just like home and the speakers can only be Malaysians (or Singaporians, which is close enough when you're homesick!).

Just where did this lah come from and how did it creep into the English spoken by Malaysians? It is inevitable that Malaysians, living in a multi-lingual, multi-cultural setting will inter-borrow phrases and expressions from one language to another. Thus the very unique lah, used only in this part of the world (Malaysia and Singapore), could have originated from Malay, or any of the local dialects or languages. Only a Malaysian born and bred in this country will know how to use the lah. A Malaysian who has been away for a while can slip back into using it quite comfortably but a Malaysian who has been away for a long time, say, seven to ten years, with little contact with fellow Malaysians, may find great difficulty as to exactly when to pepper his speech with lah. Just going lah, lah, lah every first or third word doesn't quite qualify.

Malaysians will be able to sniff you out in a second and tell that somehow, sorry-lah, you just don't make the grade. For example, try saying the following sentence aloud: "I-lah tell you-lah how-lah many times-lah but-lah you never-lah listen." Any true blue-blooded Malaysian would cringe and tell straight-away that any person who speaks like that is an impostor. Foreigners newly arrived in this country will find it quite baffling at first. Sure, these Malaysians are speaking English but what on earth is that strange musical note that they place at the end of their sentences every so often?? It does take some getting used to.

An article in the Malaysian Trade Quarterly (Jan-March 1995) states that many foreigners have the mistaken notion that adding a lah to the end of every sentence lets them get away with a fairly good impression of a Malaysian accent. This is hardly the case. The use of lah is, in fact, quite an art for those who were not born into the language. Here are a few sophisticated variations of its use: "No fun-lah, you!" (You're really no fun at all!) "You see-lah, like that also you cannot do!" (Can't you even do such a simple thing?)

What are the functions of the lah? What are the rules regarding its usage? How would you teach your orang puteh friend or spouse how to use the lah if he demands desperately for some help along the way ? Well, I'm afraid one can't learn it formally. Like sambal belacan or cincalok, it's an acquired taste. You've got to be around for sometime, and gradually you'll acquire a taste for it.

If you think the lah is baffling enough as it is, Malaysians have more tail words up their sleeves or in this case, off their tongues. A great favorite is the 'aaa', which has an entire repertoire of meanings, depending on how it is used. A simple 'thank you' to a Malaysian may sound too curt and most Malaysians, in informal settings, would prefer to say 'thank you-aaa' as it sounds softer and friendlier. A 'Yes lah' and a 'Yes-aaa' response are also subtly different in meanings.

If someone were to ask you a question such as, "Are you coming along?", a 'Yes-aaa' response would be inappropriate whereas a 'Yes-lah' response would be acceptable. If your friend informed you that he's bought a brand new car, then a "Yes-aaa" response would be fine, meaning "Oh really?" The "yes-aaa" could cover a whole gamut of responses ranging from being a question to a reply dripping in sarcasm depending on the intonation. Another popular tail word is one, as in, "I don't know what to say-lah. This kind of things very hard to say one." or "I'm so fed-up one, you know. I explain how many times in simple English, still cannot get through one."

Sometimes if you use one once too often, it can backfire. Your listener may find it hard to resist and may pun on your one. For example: Lady: "I don't want one, but he wants so what can I do?" Friend: "You don't want one aaa, but you want two, yes or not?" Yet another tail word is man, as in "I say, man. Long time no see" or "I donno, man." This is an interesting adaptation from American culture rather than an influence of the mother tongues.

Malaysians can add man to any sentence arbitrarily and even to exclamations such as "Wah man! Solid!" To confuse things further, sometimes, Malaysians don't use single but double tail words at the end of a sentence, for example, "He's so bodoh (stupid) one lah!" or "Why your dressing so Ah Beng one-aaa?" And sometimes tail words do not appear at the end of sentences but somewhere in the middle, such as in sentences where the subject is delayed, for example: "So action one man he!" or "Terror one lah she!"

Malaysians generally speak two types of English -- proper English particularly in business and professional settings, and Malaysian English with its charming and unique expressions. Just as the French have their oo-la-la, the Italians their Mama-mia, and the English, endearing expressions like "By Jove" or "Well, jolly good", may our Malaysian lah live a long and healthy life! Say yes-lah to that! -By Lee Su Kim