Susah ke telefon mak tanya khabar
Susah ke nak telefon mak pagi raya pohon maaf
Susah ke jenguk mak di kampung sekali sekala
Susah ke teman mak pergi pasar bila balik kampung
Susah ke teman mak borak bila ada masa
Susah ke bagi mak seringgit dua tiap2 bulan untuk duit jajan dia
Susah ke adakan masa untuk mak masa mak masih ada
Susah ke?
Salah ke mak beli cincin sedangkan dulu emas tak pernah lama lekat kat badan mak sebab selalu di kedai pajak gadai
Salah ke mak beli baju sedangkan dulu mak tak pernah mengeluh tak cukup duit untuk baju sendiri
Salah ke mak mak kumpul duit tiap2 bulan utk beli apa yang dia ingin sedangkan dulu semua duit hanya untuk anak
Salah ke mak mintak sedikit kasih sayang pada anak yang paling dia sayang
Salah ke?
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
some respect
Even though you have a Master Degree in IT, it doesn’t permit you to know every single error happened in our system! It doesn’t give you any right to charge the programmers that they are damn stupid for putting such error code to be displayed to customer!
All these are teething problems which always happen even if the testing was done thoroughly and compliance with the statutory body. Even the yellow giant got hit with huge problem and had resulted in the rolling back to old platform some times back.
I am neither giving any excuse nor providing any justification but please, for any complaint next time, please do it with more respect. As much as we want to improve our system, we are bound to be some kind of human who have some feelings and need some respect!
All these are teething problems which always happen even if the testing was done thoroughly and compliance with the statutory body. Even the yellow giant got hit with huge problem and had resulted in the rolling back to old platform some times back.
I am neither giving any excuse nor providing any justification but please, for any complaint next time, please do it with more respect. As much as we want to improve our system, we are bound to be some kind of human who have some feelings and need some respect!
breakfast
Soft sound of someone humming happily can be heard the moment I walk out from the car. Windows are wide opened and so does the kitchen door.
I walk thru the unlocked grill of the main door just to find Jimi is washing the dishes and breakfast is ready on the table. My tiredness due to the implementation last night seems to collide when I see his smile welcoming me home. It is just a small help but this means the world to me!
I walk thru the unlocked grill of the main door just to find Jimi is washing the dishes and breakfast is ready on the table. My tiredness due to the implementation last night seems to collide when I see his smile welcoming me home. It is just a small help but this means the world to me!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
The new enhanced Website & Internet Banking
It’s foggy out there, the sound of aircond dominates SRC Room at Bangi. Sleepy and extremely tired as any worker would be for working since yesterday’s morning, I am now praying hard and hoping for the slight website problem to be fixed as soon as possible.
This is the third implementation and the final cut to migrate all Internet Banking customers to the new enhanced system. How I wish I could be laying on my bed dreaming for another shopping spree at
All the sweat and blood seem to be paying off!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Piala Malaysia 2009
“Despite having 30 minutes of play left, the Kelantan fans started heading for the exits. They also made their displeasure known by letting off firecrackers, throwing litter onto the track, tearing down their banners and setting fire to the plastic seats in the stadium.” The Star Sunday, 8 Nov 2009
I am not a fan but this always happen if Kelantan were in the picture…hmmmm.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Another night at SRC
Now a clock at SRC Room, IT Centre Bangi shows 2.12 a.m. on 11 Oct 2009, and I am waiting impatiently for a green light from PM for Internet Banking verification on production environment before another implementation attempt since yesterday’s was failed due to some stupid technical errors.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Akmal vs. Izzul
There was a kenduri yesterday before Ramadhan mak organized for our late grandparents and Irsyad.
Unexpected scene of Izzul’s capability to ‘make friends’ and Akmal’s reaction towards his approach. I didn’t have the opportunity to capture the moment as the camera was with no SD Card and my inability to notice that the card was removed earlier by Encik Azammi
Izzul now can crawl; he manages to move his body up ahead. Akmal can now talk, his vocabulary getting more and more by each day passes.
Izzul crawled towards Akmal, tried to play together with two plastic lids (look at how creative boys can be), Akmal sensed danger, slammed one of the lids to Izzul’s face. Immediately, the smaller cutie-pie turned a dangerous monster by pulling Akmal’s shorts and bite him until his mama separated both. Akmal cried for the pain and kept on screaming ‘Ayut ayut’ (read as ‘Takut, takut’), Izzul cried for the revenge yet to be pleased. We laughed like mad, knowing that Akmal, used to be known as our version of Sarip-Dol-Gangster-Kg-Dusun lost the title to his dear cousin…
Unexpected scene of Izzul’s capability to ‘make friends’ and Akmal’s reaction towards his approach. I didn’t have the opportunity to capture the moment as the camera was with no SD Card and my inability to notice that the card was removed earlier by Encik Azammi
Izzul now can crawl; he manages to move his body up ahead. Akmal can now talk, his vocabulary getting more and more by each day passes.
Izzul crawled towards Akmal, tried to play together with two plastic lids (look at how creative boys can be), Akmal sensed danger, slammed one of the lids to Izzul’s face. Immediately, the smaller cutie-pie turned a dangerous monster by pulling Akmal’s shorts and bite him until his mama separated both. Akmal cried for the pain and kept on screaming ‘Ayut ayut’ (read as ‘Takut, takut’), Izzul cried for the revenge yet to be pleased. We laughed like mad, knowing that Akmal, used to be known as our version of Sarip-Dol-Gangster-Kg-Dusun lost the title to his dear cousin…
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Do you nag?
Most of the work that needs my utmost attention basically has reduced a bit. More to come but at least today I managed to finally jot something down…
Nothing much to update and as to that I'll definitely make you reader falls asleep with me-whining-over-my-never-ending-story about my work. Ohhh it does make my staff feel stressed as a matter of fact. How they hope that some day I got hit by amnesia and not to persistently follow up (push) on things (I keep on putting) on their plate. How they wish that I would not be in the office just to raise my voice (another way to say yell) when didn’t get what I expected right after a series of stressful meetings which always hold up my neck on numbers and timeline.
I feel really bad when I do that. I really am. I know my boss fells the same each time she does that to me. And she normally apologizes…
So out and loud, I extend this apology to all my team members, as I know in some instances the task given haunted them as much.
Having said all these, I am not giving any of my ‘nagging’ energy a rest until they have a good grip on what they do now.
Nothing much to update and as to that I'll definitely make you reader falls asleep with me-whining-over-my-never-ending-story about my work. Ohhh it does make my staff feel stressed as a matter of fact. How they hope that some day I got hit by amnesia and not to persistently follow up (push) on things (I keep on putting) on their plate. How they wish that I would not be in the office just to raise my voice (another way to say yell) when didn’t get what I expected right after a series of stressful meetings which always hold up my neck on numbers and timeline.
I feel really bad when I do that. I really am. I know my boss fells the same each time she does that to me. And she normally apologizes…
So out and loud, I extend this apology to all my team members, as I know in some instances the task given haunted them as much.
Having said all these, I am not giving any of my ‘nagging’ energy a rest until they have a good grip on what they do now.
Oh! (a bit sidetracked) I have no idea why the layout of this blog suddenly looks very different. Tried very hard to change it, the drag and drop feature decided not to function. Kui, help me out…please!
Monday, June 8, 2009
we keep it that way until now
Some people just can’t just keep their mouth shut. Regardless of my statement, excerpt from the previous story:
…We made a quick decision that night not to consult any of Jimi’s family members nor aunt as we afraid for things getting worse. We keep it that way until now…
It is in plain English that should be read as: DO NOT TELL FAMILY. If so happen that you are one of those, do not tell parents or other relatives. Hmmm penatlah…tetiba yg tak penah baca my blog knew how to read one…
…We made a quick decision that night not to consult any of Jimi’s family members nor aunt as we afraid for things getting worse. We keep it that way until now…
It is in plain English that should be read as: DO NOT TELL FAMILY. If so happen that you are one of those, do not tell parents or other relatives. Hmmm penatlah…tetiba yg tak penah baca my blog knew how to read one…
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
1, 2 & 3
One
Long-awaited moment in my life, finally on 10 April 2009 we officially moved to Putrajaya. My toll and mileage to work had been cut down by RM2 and about 20km per day…
Two
The first kenduri held here in Putrajaya was for Irsyad. Attended by close friends and relatives from Jimi & Su’s apart from mine, we didn’t expect the high turnout since Jimi told me that most of jemaah masjid were out of town because of the long weekend. But alhamdulillah every single guest had the opportunity to taste my mum’s special beriyani kambing…
Three
I learned it hard way. I swear from now on there’ll be no ‘Tolong Melayu’ or ‘Tolong sedara mara’ ever in my life. I don’t care if this made me less Malay or what-so-ever…I had enough.
There’s a story…
Long-awaited moment in my life, finally on 10 April 2009 we officially moved to Putrajaya. My toll and mileage to work had been cut down by RM2 and about 20km per day…
Two
The first kenduri held here in Putrajaya was for Irsyad. Attended by close friends and relatives from Jimi & Su’s apart from mine, we didn’t expect the high turnout since Jimi told me that most of jemaah masjid were out of town because of the long weekend. But alhamdulillah every single guest had the opportunity to taste my mum’s special beriyani kambing…
Three
I learned it hard way. I swear from now on there’ll be no ‘Tolong Melayu’ or ‘Tolong sedara mara’ ever in my life. I don’t care if this made me less Malay or what-so-ever…I had enough.
There’s a story…
Friday, April 3, 2009
Ahmad Irsyad bin Abdillah
1 April 2009
I first kiss his head
It is cold and pale…
I touch his tiny fingers
All I got is the same way…
I look hard at his face
Hoping for him to smile
But all I see is just his lips blue and dry…
Dark spots on his chest
Proof of his pain
Spread down to his little legs…
I cry a lot
I just can’t hide
Try to be as calm though I know I can’t
Why baby Irsyad
Why my nephew
Since there’s a lot more baby to choose
But heaven is the promise
For him to be from Almighty
Until reunited with mommy and daddy
…to be continued…
I first kiss his head
It is cold and pale…
I touch his tiny fingers
All I got is the same way…
I look hard at his face
Hoping for him to smile
But all I see is just his lips blue and dry…
Dark spots on his chest
Proof of his pain
Spread down to his little legs…
I cry a lot
I just can’t hide
Try to be as calm though I know I can’t
Why baby Irsyad
Why my nephew
Since there’s a lot more baby to choose
But heaven is the promise
For him to be from Almighty
Until reunited with mommy and daddy
…to be continued…
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Lu pikir la sendiri...
I am watching 2nd concert of Akademi Fantasia 7th Edition right now. The so-called most popular Reality TV in Malaysia that captures a lot of attentions and followers. Millions are obsess and for some just to fulfill their Saturday night with some light entertainment. Me, fall under the 2nd category.
I did not watch the first concert. But I heard their voices are not that bad though. Of course they have to find their own strength and charm in order to position themselves in the industry.
What annoyed me the most is the two groups nearest to the stage, mixture of boys and girls jumping up and down konon2 memeriahkan lagi concert, the latest feature Astro introduced in this edition which I’ve seen it before, if I am not mistaken, Anugerah Era. I don’t know what they call it…but the girls, a lot with veil don’t even know how to give at least some respect to the veil. I am so offended. I bet most of unveiled women respect the piece of scarf more and think it thru million times before even commit themselves to it. It’s a huge responsibility…and every single act has to portray what the true Islam is.
I am not saying that I have dressed up the way Islam wants me to be. I know I’m not. Have to improve a lot…bit by bit, that I promise.
The attitude I observe among the younger generation is becoming bad to worse. Hmmm rasa macam makcik2 pulak entry kali ni. Pakai tudung tapi tak solat, pakai tudung tapi kutuk orang, ngumpat etc baik ke dari yang tak pakai tudung tapi solat, jaga kata2, buat hal sendiri etc?
Quoted from Nabil “Lu pikir la sendiri!”
I did not watch the first concert. But I heard their voices are not that bad though. Of course they have to find their own strength and charm in order to position themselves in the industry.
What annoyed me the most is the two groups nearest to the stage, mixture of boys and girls jumping up and down konon2 memeriahkan lagi concert, the latest feature Astro introduced in this edition which I’ve seen it before, if I am not mistaken, Anugerah Era. I don’t know what they call it…but the girls, a lot with veil don’t even know how to give at least some respect to the veil. I am so offended. I bet most of unveiled women respect the piece of scarf more and think it thru million times before even commit themselves to it. It’s a huge responsibility…and every single act has to portray what the true Islam is.
I am not saying that I have dressed up the way Islam wants me to be. I know I’m not. Have to improve a lot…bit by bit, that I promise.
The attitude I observe among the younger generation is becoming bad to worse. Hmmm rasa macam makcik2 pulak entry kali ni. Pakai tudung tapi tak solat, pakai tudung tapi kutuk orang, ngumpat etc baik ke dari yang tak pakai tudung tapi solat, jaga kata2, buat hal sendiri etc?
Quoted from Nabil “Lu pikir la sendiri!”
Friday, March 20, 2009
Stuck
Office hour starts at 8.45 a.m., I got meeting at 9.00 a.m. at IT Centre and now the clock on the wall shows 9.25 a.m. What the hell am I doing at home? Still at home!! (sila baca dengan keadaan marah).
Jimi off to Glenmarie for his so-called ‘meeting on the green’ very early morning brings along our house key. My dear Dik Nur locks the front grill without even a courtesy to ask whether I have got the key with me or not. Aiyooo! Now I am locked in my own house waiting for rescue.
What makes me angry right now is not because of the ‘stuck-in-the-house’ drama, but I really am pissed off because Jimi did not pick up his phone when I needed him the most when he’s on the green. Believe it or not!
Jimi off to Glenmarie for his so-called ‘meeting on the green’ very early morning brings along our house key. My dear Dik Nur locks the front grill without even a courtesy to ask whether I have got the key with me or not. Aiyooo! Now I am locked in my own house waiting for rescue.
What makes me angry right now is not because of the ‘stuck-in-the-house’ drama, but I really am pissed off because Jimi did not pick up his phone when I needed him the most when he’s on the green. Believe it or not!
Monday, March 16, 2009
two weeks of medical leave finally comes to the end...
Time flies in a blink of an eye…tomorrow I have no more excuse not to be in the office. Come to think about it, not that bad as a housewife these 2 weeks, ehem to be precise it’s only a week after a whole of the other one week in Batu Pahat. I have no doubt, but if more, I die hehehe. Can’t imagine if one day I really change my profession. Think about this - most of our mothers as housewife, berperang ngan anak2 & keja2 rumah. Kagum kagum…
My follow up visit to An-Nur today incites dissatisfaction over the service. Waited long enough since 2.00 p.m., the counter only reopened at 3.00 p.m. and it took a good 2 hours before one of the assistants called my name. Without any interest shown to the explanation by doc, finally I burst out my angriness, confided every single thing that I had in mind. The doc maintained her professional attitude lent an ear to listen to everything I said. Hmmmm bagus betul doc ni, she really understand the reality of service-oriented business.
OK, let alone my dissatisfaction, below features few of the activities and some places I went…sila abaikan juga saya yg masih berpantang ni ye…
the latest of us at Bukit Melawati last Sunday
he wants the ball all by himself...tamak tul si kecik nih
amirul tah mana tah...just aiman & akmal
sunset di minyak beku, kagum ngan kg halaman sendiri heheh
a visit to adam haris' crib
sempat buat hantaran utk adik aida
My follow up visit to An-Nur today incites dissatisfaction over the service. Waited long enough since 2.00 p.m., the counter only reopened at 3.00 p.m. and it took a good 2 hours before one of the assistants called my name. Without any interest shown to the explanation by doc, finally I burst out my angriness, confided every single thing that I had in mind. The doc maintained her professional attitude lent an ear to listen to everything I said. Hmmmm bagus betul doc ni, she really understand the reality of service-oriented business.
OK, let alone my dissatisfaction, below features few of the activities and some places I went…sila abaikan juga saya yg masih berpantang ni ye…
the latest of us at Bukit Melawati last Sunday
he wants the ball all by himself...tamak tul si kecik nih
amirul tah mana tah...just aiman & akmal
sunset di minyak beku, kagum ngan kg halaman sendiri heheh
a visit to adam haris' crib 
sempat buat hantaran utk adik aidap/s: notice the new banner? Kudos to Kui...interested? Let me know *wink*
Friday, March 13, 2009
Kui’s latest obsession
I always wanted something fun yet elegant for my blog. More organized, more exciting and portrays who Wawa Shukor is. Am blessed coz my dream can come true with Kui’s latest obsession…Hehehe so, Kui, don’t you think that the requirement is quite simple to be fulfilled?
Let me work on this with her which later can be added to her portfolio. Latest I checked, she is on it without even telling me…very proactive. The result is yet to be spilt very soon…
Let me work on this with her which later can be added to her portfolio. Latest I checked, she is on it without even telling me…very proactive. The result is yet to be spilt very soon…
Sunday, March 8, 2009
D’Bank, Jaya Jusco & An-Nur
D’Bank, Wed 25 Feb 2009: 10.10 a.m.
Mem-the-boss called me to cafeteria, revealing her plan to take out some of many tasks from my portfolio.
Mixed feelings…
Apart of me was relief considering few conditions, been tied up with the new system that requires most of my time and attention, not being able to complete business plan for the team that was supposed to be done much more earlier simply for two reasons: no time and no extra help, completely ignoring most of other things just to strictly adhere to the timeline given for the project.
Another part of me, I’d say unhappy. By taking some of the tasks from me reflecting that me not capable to do everything that was tasked to me. I know I put lots of pressure to myself. I put higher benchmark for myself to reach, which I totally forgotten about the limit one has.
Jaya Jusco Midvalley, Wed 25 Feb 2009: 8.30 p.m.
People swarming JJ like no tomorrow, I never been in such crowd. If not for Jimi’s driver that he aimed to buy during JJ members' day, I’d rather be at home thinking thru of what I heard in the morning.
While Jimi and his eagerness for cheap driver exploring JJ’s sport section, me absent mindedly text mem about my feeling. She on a speed of Daphne (please refer to Hero season 3 ya heheh) responded to my SMS, rendering some motivation and advice, relaying her guilty feeling for putting the pressure on me without any help, guilty to the baby too, she said she wanted to fix it. Kept on giving some assurance that ‘capable’ was not the reason, rather, a good team to back me up and soar.
Hmmm I took it positively…so some remedy for that day. I spent ‘some’ money hehehe!!! Blame it on Jimi for dragging me there…tak abis2 nak salahkan Jimi jugak hehehe :D
An-Nur Hospital, Monday 2 March 2009: 10.30 a.m.
Emergency D&C, that’s what doc told me that for any sign of bleeding before my scheduled D&C on Tuesday. Baby had been there long enough after the first discovery of the heartbeat.
Any allergic? Nurse asked. I said no, but Jimi smiled sarcastically. ‘Bukan u allergic kat DAT ke?’ he said immediately after the nurse left the room. Ceh!
At the age of 9 weeks, baby was removed completely from my womb, leaving a great pain, twice of what I suffer every month.
Dare to ask my feeling? Hmmm I didn’t feel anything. Yeah, I cried the first time doc told about the heartbeat, but not the second and third. Probably me and Jimi keep on assuring ourselves that we can make more great babies after this. Wah! Very optimistic hehehe.
I think I am :)
Mem-the-boss called me to cafeteria, revealing her plan to take out some of many tasks from my portfolio.
Mixed feelings…
Apart of me was relief considering few conditions, been tied up with the new system that requires most of my time and attention, not being able to complete business plan for the team that was supposed to be done much more earlier simply for two reasons: no time and no extra help, completely ignoring most of other things just to strictly adhere to the timeline given for the project.
Another part of me, I’d say unhappy. By taking some of the tasks from me reflecting that me not capable to do everything that was tasked to me. I know I put lots of pressure to myself. I put higher benchmark for myself to reach, which I totally forgotten about the limit one has.
Jaya Jusco Midvalley, Wed 25 Feb 2009: 8.30 p.m.
People swarming JJ like no tomorrow, I never been in such crowd. If not for Jimi’s driver that he aimed to buy during JJ members' day, I’d rather be at home thinking thru of what I heard in the morning.
While Jimi and his eagerness for cheap driver exploring JJ’s sport section, me absent mindedly text mem about my feeling. She on a speed of Daphne (please refer to Hero season 3 ya heheh) responded to my SMS, rendering some motivation and advice, relaying her guilty feeling for putting the pressure on me without any help, guilty to the baby too, she said she wanted to fix it. Kept on giving some assurance that ‘capable’ was not the reason, rather, a good team to back me up and soar.
Hmmm I took it positively…so some remedy for that day. I spent ‘some’ money hehehe!!! Blame it on Jimi for dragging me there…tak abis2 nak salahkan Jimi jugak hehehe :D
An-Nur Hospital, Monday 2 March 2009: 10.30 a.m.
Emergency D&C, that’s what doc told me that for any sign of bleeding before my scheduled D&C on Tuesday. Baby had been there long enough after the first discovery of the heartbeat.
Any allergic? Nurse asked. I said no, but Jimi smiled sarcastically. ‘Bukan u allergic kat DAT ke?’ he said immediately after the nurse left the room. Ceh!
At the age of 9 weeks, baby was removed completely from my womb, leaving a great pain, twice of what I suffer every month.
Dare to ask my feeling? Hmmm I didn’t feel anything. Yeah, I cried the first time doc told about the heartbeat, but not the second and third. Probably me and Jimi keep on assuring ourselves that we can make more great babies after this. Wah! Very optimistic hehehe.
I think I am :)
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Thank You!
I never imagine that the word thank you could be the hardest word to say, especially among siblings. I don’t say it should be said every time but it should be at appropriate time and situation to express those word.
I should put some disclaimer here, that whatever I say or rather write can possibly offend some of the reader but hey, I am too tired to keep this to myself. After all, the family institution is where one can learn how to respect others in preparation for their own family in future.
All parents expect the best for their children and I do not want my kids to see their uncle/aunt to behave in inappropriate manner and indirectly give an impression that it is OK to do so to others especially the elder folks.
I am not teaching Pendidikan Moral here, but here’s some story. Yang baik dijadikan tauladan, yang buruk dijadikan sempadan…
Story 1
Your brother is asking what documents he as a guarantor should provide to complete the set of documents as a preparation before off to oversea.
You as a brother answer the question with an annoyed voice (macam nak x nak) and as though the question has been asked 3 times before without lifting your face to at least show some respect to your elder brother that has already agreed to be your guarantor!
Story 2
Your parents invite you to join the rest of the family members for lunch.
You again in a very annoyed voice and reaction yell at you mum that you don’t want to eat! Please take note that grandma is around…
Story 3
You’ve got an offer to further your study, you definitely need to buy something in preparation for that. Your brother has agreed to put on some budget and bring you to mall and buy those things for you. Mission accomplished…time to send you back…no thank you, no smile and not even a single salam to at least show some gratitude to your brother to appreciate what he does…
I promise, the next time this kind of situation happen again in front of me, I’ll say it out and loud that it is not acceptable…too long to observe this kind of action…time to teach someone a lesson…
Do you agree with me, or I just need to keep my mouth shut?
Oh! On a separate note… to all my dear friends for the doa and encouragement to help me face all the possibility…a very sincere THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart!
I should put some disclaimer here, that whatever I say or rather write can possibly offend some of the reader but hey, I am too tired to keep this to myself. After all, the family institution is where one can learn how to respect others in preparation for their own family in future.
All parents expect the best for their children and I do not want my kids to see their uncle/aunt to behave in inappropriate manner and indirectly give an impression that it is OK to do so to others especially the elder folks.
I am not teaching Pendidikan Moral here, but here’s some story. Yang baik dijadikan tauladan, yang buruk dijadikan sempadan…
Story 1
Your brother is asking what documents he as a guarantor should provide to complete the set of documents as a preparation before off to oversea.
You as a brother answer the question with an annoyed voice (macam nak x nak) and as though the question has been asked 3 times before without lifting your face to at least show some respect to your elder brother that has already agreed to be your guarantor!
Story 2
Your parents invite you to join the rest of the family members for lunch.
You again in a very annoyed voice and reaction yell at you mum that you don’t want to eat! Please take note that grandma is around…
Story 3
You’ve got an offer to further your study, you definitely need to buy something in preparation for that. Your brother has agreed to put on some budget and bring you to mall and buy those things for you. Mission accomplished…time to send you back…no thank you, no smile and not even a single salam to at least show some gratitude to your brother to appreciate what he does…
I promise, the next time this kind of situation happen again in front of me, I’ll say it out and loud that it is not acceptable…too long to observe this kind of action…time to teach someone a lesson…
Do you agree with me, or I just need to keep my mouth shut?
Oh! On a separate note… to all my dear friends for the doa and encouragement to help me face all the possibility…a very sincere THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Heartbeat
During Izzul’s aqiqah, my youngest sister told me that I looked a little bit fat and the rest of the siblings teased me it might be a sign of the little one. Seriously I look forward for that…
True as they predicted, my visit to doc end of Jan confirmed it…I did not expect it as no troublesome symptoms except for the tiredness which I thought as a result of heavy workload that somehow leads me to skip breakfast and even lunch. Reach office everyday at about 8 a.m. and only reach home almost at 9.00 p.m. What a life!
I didn’t want to tell the world about it, just too afraid of something that might happen along the way especially during the first trimester. Thought of informing mem-the-boss so she could really understand my situation right now, but the news couldn’t be sealed within the four walls of her room…it was heard from outside and my staff started swarming and congratulating me the moment I walked out from the room.
Ok so they knew about it, I wrote a status on FB giving some clue of the pregnancy…a lot made the correct assumption…so I guess it is just a right timing to tell it here, and I can share some feeling I have right now…
I am worry. My first check-up this morning made me worry. Doc confirmed that there’s a baby based on the ultrasound scan but no heartbeat just yet. It is 6 weeks now and the heartbeat should be there. Not to make any assumption based on the scan, doc has advised for another check up next week. She did mention about my womb is not of its actual structure because of a tiny fibroid but it should be no impact at all to the baby. And to add more worry…the scan revealed another part of my womb that always been bleeding, the answer to a question that always in my mind whenever I got hit by period pain every month.
Oh God, I never had such feeling before, the feeling of really wanting this but nothing much I can do about it. I just want to cry…I pray and I cry…again.
True as they predicted, my visit to doc end of Jan confirmed it…I did not expect it as no troublesome symptoms except for the tiredness which I thought as a result of heavy workload that somehow leads me to skip breakfast and even lunch. Reach office everyday at about 8 a.m. and only reach home almost at 9.00 p.m. What a life!
I didn’t want to tell the world about it, just too afraid of something that might happen along the way especially during the first trimester. Thought of informing mem-the-boss so she could really understand my situation right now, but the news couldn’t be sealed within the four walls of her room…it was heard from outside and my staff started swarming and congratulating me the moment I walked out from the room.
Ok so they knew about it, I wrote a status on FB giving some clue of the pregnancy…a lot made the correct assumption…so I guess it is just a right timing to tell it here, and I can share some feeling I have right now…
I am worry. My first check-up this morning made me worry. Doc confirmed that there’s a baby based on the ultrasound scan but no heartbeat just yet. It is 6 weeks now and the heartbeat should be there. Not to make any assumption based on the scan, doc has advised for another check up next week. She did mention about my womb is not of its actual structure because of a tiny fibroid but it should be no impact at all to the baby. And to add more worry…the scan revealed another part of my womb that always been bleeding, the answer to a question that always in my mind whenever I got hit by period pain every month.
Oh God, I never had such feeling before, the feeling of really wanting this but nothing much I can do about it. I just want to cry…I pray and I cry…again.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Aqiqah lagi...
These two cute little nephews of mine are adorable. One in his pipi-labuh kind of action while the other proven to be the cutest little rascal among Mak Tok’s grandsons.
He was good on that day and cooperative I would say…did not cry when Tok Ayah brought him circling orang surau that was eager to cut his Trojan-style jambul.
But it was otherwise after the kenduri when the real cukur jambul took place…Izzul was about to loose his hair…
Izzul with his new look and the last I checked, his Trojan-style jambul will soon be in place as his hair is growing ‘voraciously’ heheh…Sunday, January 18, 2009
si-pipi-labuh & mr. sam
nampak tak ke'trojan'an rambut dia?
si-pipi-labuh's reaction when i snap this photo
does this picture answer the question on why we call him si-pipi-labuh? 
abis dah rambut kena cukur
notice his naughty face?
this is my little mr. sam(seng) 
kecomelan akmal cover kenakalan dia...i shall blog about them later...for now, few photos captured during si-pipi-labuh's aqiqah. again, this is unedited version...
Monday, January 12, 2009
saya budak baru belajar
Damia is busy with her new discovery 
she may be small but Adilia's Jimi's cousin
all-time-fav cousin, Adib, Adilia's not-so-big bro 
I think this is cute little Adam, met him during Ubai's 1st birthday bash 
Ubai turned 1 on 10 Jan 2009Cute faces captured these 5 days. My eagerness to snap photos but don’t get it right just yet.
Blame the technique hehehe…the setting all haywire.
And I didn’t edit it, I will…but later…
Blame the technique hehehe…the setting all haywire.
And I didn’t edit it, I will…but later…
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
RM3900 vs. RM1900
Based on the photo, pick a guess on which that I opted for. A DSLR that cost me RM3900 or the one that only cost me RM1900? Remember, this is with a condition that if money was no object, the photographer's an amateur (read as: x penah pun guna DSLR) and the age of the camera as of 9 Jan 2009 is 2 days. *wink* *wink*Thursday, January 1, 2009
Welcome 2009...keep your fingers crossed!
We didn’t plan to go anywhere for New Year celebration. But if be at KLIA to hi-hi (meeting Cora & family as we had no opportunity to see them ever since they reach KL two weeks ago for Christmas break in Malaysia) and at the same time bid them bye-bye (time flies by in a blink of an eye as they were all set and ready to pulang ke lubuk Toulouse) at 12.00 a.m. on 1 Jan 2009 is counted as a celebration, I must say that we welcomed the year of 2009 there.
Hmmmm ok, let’s cross our fingers and hope that the financial situation is not as bad as most of us predicted.
May God…
Bathe us with mercy
Towel us with love
Cream us with honour
Clothe us with grace
Adore us with favour
And perfume us with blessings
For this New Year and the years to come
Amin...
Hmmmm ok, let’s cross our fingers and hope that the financial situation is not as bad as most of us predicted.
May God…
Bathe us with mercy
Towel us with love
Cream us with honour
Clothe us with grace
Adore us with favour
And perfume us with blessings
For this New Year and the years to come
Amin...
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