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!

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.

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.

All of us (cukup2 enam org) came down to Batu Pahat, to celebrate the very first kenduri aqiqah...

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…