It has been a while.

A lot of things have happened. We grew up. We have to. Because life goes on. And we carry together our mistakes as life-learned lessons.

Something happened recently change my perspective on a lot of things. You never know what people can say about you, and how they could have said it. With small amount knowledge, together with vast speed of information age, mixed with negative emotion building up inside, it cause not only a stir in a group of a functional working team; but the whole department, creating a civil war as described by a friend. One could not know what kind of a person you are dealing with;  even though they pray five times a day. So I guess everything comes back to your background. Family. You talked like your mother. You argue like your father. Choose those you called friend wisely. I have been back stabbed so many times, its time for me to step back. The door has closed.

Anyway, all of us 8 grew up, in time. The major event of the family is welcoming our stepmom, we called her Ummi. We had a reception on 20th February 2016, but the actual ceremony was on the earlier Eid Adh. Ashbi went to study in Osnabruek, German. Syiby graduated from UNiSZA and now works an IT officer of USIM. Alya has worked with Malaysian Airlines, but resigned when she got a better offer as Res. Officer in UTM. She moved to JB last month.

On my side, I had Abid on 13 June 2013 (in picture) and then Adil on 23 April 2015, both in Hospital Putrajaya. Now that we are SEVEN (including Eddy and me), there are no time to loose. They need my attention. My care. Alimah is in 1 Bakawali, Aidah 3 Ixora and most importantly Arifah is graduating her primary school from 6 Dahlia. Tonight is the farewell dinner, in Bangi-Putrajaya Hotel. For the record, she bought her own dress in a garage sale, borrowed a shawl from Alya and fixed her RM20- BATA-broken-heel shoes on her own. I gave her a blue handbag originally belongs to Niza for her to use tonight. I am so proud of her. I can depend on her doing certain household chores now, she can do things need to be done for herself and for her siblings. She can take care of the baby all on her own. I am so proud of what she has become, no matter what she got for her UPSR and PSRA. I am to register her to SMK Jalan 3 tomorrow. I wish you are here, Mok.

This weekend would be the first birthday party for Zidni and Intan’s first baby, Adnin Zhafira. More events are coming. Future awaits you, keep calm and breath.

Week 4 Session 2012/2012

It is already week 4 of new session. We are warmed by good hardworking students but they need to learn how to get information on their own without coming to see us only to ask: Mdm, can we wear short sleeves lab coats in the lab? My answer will always be a question: What do you think is better; wearing lab coats with short sleeves or not wearing it at all? Some of the time, they dont get the instruction almost immediately after the one hour class. I do believe that our young today should be thought how to become interested in what they learn, not just scoring A. Some even brought the empty burette to me and asked: Mdm, can you show me where is the initial reading and the final reading is? My thoughts are: have you touched a burette before? Do you know how it works? And these are the people whom their parents gave high hopes to become doctors; which eventually will end up selling paracetamol and antibiotics at local GP. How do we developed the minds of our people?

Ladang Puyuh Trip

On 28 April 2012, we went to a burung puyuh farm situated in Linggi. We travelled with my KTS1 students on the bus. The girls are really enjoying themselves, playing with the birds and getting a lot of attention from my students. We feast on puyuh goreng berempah afterwards. Then, we went to Bandaraya Melaka for a spin on the Menara Taming Sari. It has been so long since I update this blog that I dont know how to upload the photos. I went to an IT course today and browsing through the schedule for the year’s training session, and noticed that there are wordpress 2.0 being trained to us. How exciting!

Life goes on.

I prayed that every single good thing that I did throughout my whole life, the pahala is transferred to mok. This is my wish. Every single prayers, every single recitations of Allah’s words. I miss you mok. I am so sorry for not helping you with the house chores and taking care of the little ones. I was so selfish back then. Menyesal kemudian tidak berguna.

Fireworks by Katy Perry

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again

Do you ever feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from caving in

Do you ever feel already buried deep
Six feet under screams
But no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there’s still a chance for you
‘Cause there’s a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the fourth of July

‘Cause baby you’re a firework
Come on show ’em what your worth
Make ’em go “oh, oh, oh!”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you’re a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make ’em go “oh, oh, oh!”
You’re gonna leave ’em falling down down down

You don’t have to feel like a waste of space
You’re original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow
And when it’s time, you’ll know

You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the fourth of July

‘Cause baby you’re a firework
Come on show ’em what your worth
Make ’em go “oh, oh, oh!”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you’re a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make ’em go “oh, oh, oh!”
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe-awe-awe

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
And it’s always been inside of you you you
And now it’s time to let it through

‘Cause baby you’re a firework
Come on show ’em what your worth
Make ’em go “oh, oh, oh!”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you’re a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make ’em go “oh, oh, oh!”
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe awe awe

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

Alimah’s 1st Birthday not celebrated.

Alimah started coughing since we got back from Tiara Beach Resort, the 3D2N vacation at the end of November. Then she got runny nose, non stop. She was taken care of our kind neighbour Pn Shima next door while I am away at work. 10 days later she had high temperature, and when we had her checked in AzZahrah, the GP advised us to admit her to the hospital immediately. We went to Putrajaya the day of her first birthday around noon. Her chest was X-rayed, and she was diagnosed with pneumonia. I was busy at work handling Program Motivasi for the students, yet I had to let it go and left it to Latipah alone. I was off from work up until Tuesday, when we finally manage to convince the doctors that she is fine. 5 days at the hospitals seemed too long. During our stay, Ayoh,  my siblings; Mynie et al, Zidni & Intan (so lucky for us that you work there), Muzani & Niza, Alya, CB, Ashbi and Adik. Also visiting is Pn Shima and her family, and also Pn Nor et al, our close neighbour as well. June also came the last day, bringing lots of gifts for the children. Thank you all.

ps Syiby (moderator MacMini) or anybody, could you please email me the picture Zidni took when we were together in the hospital? Whenever you are ‘operating’ the Mac.

Another Proud Moment

Taski Aisyah

Arifah has finished her pre-school programme, in Taski Saidatina Aisyah, ABIM.

The grand celebration is organised in a big hall in MPOB, Bangi. She took part in a play as a white bird, and it took me quite some while to find a full white attire. Luckily we found one which she agreed fit the criteria, and bought it in a shop at Nilai 1.

 The title of the play is ‘Balasan Gajah yang Jahat”. She enjoyed the play.

Arifah also took part in the nasyid singing, entitled Mari Bersolat and Salam Perpisahan.

Takdir Penentu Segala

This is the last picture I have of mok in my camera. Alimah is wearing Afifah’s tudung, and mok is wearing mine. Mok, I miss you so much.

All of us miss you so much….

Good Luck to Ashbi.

Ashbi’s worries is “Why I am not worried about the coming PMR?”  That is what you told me two weeks ago. And you want to prove that if you always read, you dont need to read so close to the exam time. Meaning that we have to get on top of everything all of the times.

Ashbi, today is the first time I read your blogroll. The content shows your maturity. I am proud of you. You have a very bright future ahead, you are still very young… so don’t make mistakes. Some mistakes we made, we cannot undo. Some mistakes we made, cost a year or even 5 years of our lives. Some mistakes we made, effect someone’s life. I think if I decided to proceed becoming a doctor, you guys won’t be so scared to venture the same path. You are a gifted boy, Ashbi….

Ashbi, I remember holding you when you are a baby. You are the most beautiful baby in the world. And I remember deciding your name in 1995, I told you to look it up in Tanbihul Ghafilin, right? And you now have to decide what you want to be. Take as much time to decide, but dont take too long because we need to prepare for this decision of yours.

Whatever result you get for your PMR, I will always be proud of you..

23 Dec 2010; Ashbi got 8A in PMR. Well done, we are very proud of you.

Majlis Aqiqah Alimah dan Tahlil

Dengan ini dijemput rakan-rakan berserta ahli keluarga ke Surau Madani, Seksyen 3 Lama, Bandar Baru Bangi pada 31 Julai 2010, selepas Maghrib dan/atau Isyak. Seekor lembu ditumbangkan buat jamuan aqiqah 2 baby, dan tahlil buat arwah mok akan diadakan juga insyaAllah. Dijemput kawan-kawan di sekitar Bandar Baru Bangi, memeriahkan majlis. Kenduri ini juga dianjurkan oleh penduduk Madani sempena menyambut kedatangan Ramadhan Mubarak.