a day at the hospital

Today, August 20, 2008 is the day to be celebrated as my son, Harith Zulqarnain has turned 8. But today is also the day where i'm sitting alone here, at 2nd floor of the Assunta Hospital,amidst smiling nurses in white uniform, waiting for my husband, Abdul Sakam Bahari lying in the a room called DSU Lounge going through a test known as endoscopic. I was the one who has been dragging him to do this test as he has been having stomach pain for a week and it has just gotten worse. We went to a huge new hospital in Sungai Buloh but typically, they would just throw common medicines one or two, no specific description, its just typical government, need i say more?

Hmm.....why am i having this dejavu, sitting here, in the quietness of the corridor? Occasionally the silence will be disturbed by the voice of nurses chirping with their peers. What is he going through now, I'm so dying to find out. They are going to put him on high doses of sedative to put him to sleep so, they can insert a long tube via his throat right down to his stomach.

He's going to be fine, he's going to come out of the room, smiling his everyday smiles and we are heading home, in a car, with me being a chatterbox and he would just listen and soon we are going to watch funny movies, make fun of each other, hanging out at the balcony, laughing together and so much in love, again...

Slideshow of home - Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

Slideshow of home - Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

welcome to my humble home

This house was built on 1/4 acre of land in Sungai Buloh. My hubby drew the floor plan, and i converted it to 3D using Google Sketch. For anyone who's just learning how to use the program, just be prepared to a series of sleepless nights and mental tortures because the sketches will only come alive with accurate measurement, you just know when the gaps are not filled up if the measurements are wrong. Otherwise, it will just lay flat. It takes a lot of practice to get yourself familiarized with the program. Once you get the full grip of it, Google Sketch is a breeze, trust me.

The house is equipped with 3 bedrooms, 2 baths and 1 storeroom. Kitchen was built in the family hall and facing the frontway. I had wanted mudroom but it needs basement to have a mudroom and to think how floody this place can be during rainy season, I don't think so.

We chose french door for the porch and balcony and that alone has caused my hubby to drive a long stretch to Sungai Pelong, Kuang, Kundang back to Bukit Rahman Putra just to look for that particular kind of doors. Thank God, we finally found it. We painted them ivory white, just because me and my so called romantic notions think white door is just elegantly classic.

The neat workmanship was perfectly done by the contractor, Encik Daros bin Ramlan and his son, Faizal. Credits to both of them. Bravo, its a job well done!

thank you for being wonderful

True, I have wonderful parents. And i think thats a blessing. Especially when you know that someones are there, still thinking about your well being, things that you like, things that you disliked eventhough you have outgrown the phases of being adorable, cuddly and cute.

At the age of 58, my dad would still wake up before dawn, and after his daily Subuh prayer, he would sit steadily on the sofa, making cold calls. Dad is in sales, and an independent one. If you are most likely to be at your low point, and feel dragged, just look at dad. If he was one of the motivational speakers and writes self-help books, ya know, books like "How to be a Leader", "How to Do Everything and Be Happy Doing It" and stuffs, its most likely that he's going to give people like Dale and Carnegie a run for their money.

My mom is like the cool side of my dad. She moves and does her things gracefully. When you see her, you will exactly know that life is all about being good and nice to people, nothing else. She keeps track of other people's birthday, yeah, seriously. She would actually see that this particular person is remembered on her/his birthday with gift or wishes. Mom's an artist and occasionally, she paints. I paint too, but character-wise, I'm always on high gear, while mom is like living in a zen paradise, with her flowing white dress and white lotus floating on the pond. She doesn't hold revenge, I do. She believes that every nasty act should be returned with roses but gosh! I wish i could be calm and well poised like that, every second and every breath but I can't.

But above all, mama and papa, I love you guys. You are always in the quiet, special place in my heart and i believed that no one deserved to be there except you.

and the first critic comes from....

My sister, Aliaa was commenting in a very authoritative manner, to my previous post this morning, she went "how come you didn't talk much about papa and all the time you were talking about Shahid, was that supposed to be a story on Shahid?" and i went like "oh, duh! hold on sista, i barely touched the ground of the beginning of my blog yet, let alone some lengthy documentary on all of us, that is yet to come. I mean, i can't possibly talk about every single soul including my late kitten, Ciko and his tragic death and rabbit, Dobot, in a single post, can I?

On the other hand, my sister was just being critical and and believe me, she's the only person who cares about keeping up with my pathetic blog on daily basis, thanks sis!

Anyway, as to my sister's very substantial comment and like me, she just wants to see that our parents are being portrayed with honor, here goes in .........(my next post)

ayahanda dan bondaku

Ini adalah mama dan papaku tercinta. Cute kan? Sampai dah besar panjang macam ni, sampai kawin dan ada anak, aku masih lagi suka peluk2 dan cubit2 pipi papaku. Aku ingat masa aku kecik2 dulu, aku suka buat2 demam, jadi aku boleh tidur ngan diorg. Hehehe, sbb satu, aku tidur sebilik ngan adik aku, Shahid dan dia selalu batuk malam, kdg2 asthma. Jadi, bila pasang kipas, tak boleh lah kuat2. Kedua, sbb kadang2 aku gaduh dgn Shahid dan dia tak nak cakap dgn aku, dan aku pulak, sampai pukul 2 pagi pun masih terkebil2. Bila dah makin malam, makin takut aku sbb terbayang macam2 lagilah masa kecik2 dulu byk cerita hantu vampire kat TV. Mama aku suka tengok cerita Salem's Lot, cerita pontianak berjangkit. Pengakhiran cerita dia, mesti keluar hantu segala hantu gigi, panjang taring dia sampai ke bawah dagu. Ish...apasallah aku cerita hantu pulak ni, kan dah seram sejuk dah ni.

Ok, berbalik pd cerita mama dan papa aku. Mama dulu suka buat Apple Pie, dan tugas aku mesti kena kupas kulit dia. Lepas tu bila nak raya, mesti tugas aku lagi, kena kupaskan bawang merah byk2 sebab nak buat kuih tiram. Kuih tiram mama adalah yg paling sedap dalam dunia. Kdg2 aku terfikir apasal masa sekolah2 dulu, bila ada member2 yg buat autograf, bila slot biodata, bila part favourite food, or favorite dishes, mesti buat masakan ibu, sebabnya ialah....memang masakan ibu adalah paling lazat dalam dunia sebab setiap masakan ibu membawa seribu satu kenangan manis kita masa kecil2 dulu. Kalau tak percaya, cuba tengok Ratatouille, seorg pengkritik makanan paling cerewet di kota Paris, Ego, akhirnya tewas bila dia rasa makanan yg kelazatan dia menyerupai masakan ibu dia.

Bila aku makan mee kari cina mama, aku akan teringat kenangan berebut fishball dgn adik aku, Shahid sampai tumpah kuah kari tu. Lepas tu takut mama aku tau, cepat2 aku lap.

Rindunya aku saat itu.....

days are just too long without you

Introducing, Harith, Hakim and Sarah, the three mischievous who make my sunny day blooming with fun poppies, happy daisies and swaying hibiscus. The three too, in the blink of an eye, turned the day sunny side down and soon come rainy days with shooting thunderstorm and rolling tornado, the three who see me as an angel, yet, with their outrageous behavior, bring out the "hulk" in me, which i never knew.

But at night when i tucked them into bed and seeing their pure angelic faces, I would wonder, how on earth do they manage to do countless things to drive me nuts during the day and looked so innocent when they sleep!

These are all my precious gems...

traffic jam

Hari ni traffic cam gampang. Aku sangkut kat jalan dari Sg Buloh ke Kota Damansara dgn bersaksikan panahan matahari yg terik tepat ke mata aku yg sembab sebab tk cukup tidur. Aku tgk adik aku kat sebelah tidur dgn nyenyaknya "kroh, kroh". Rasa cam brek emergency je, biar dia terhantuk kat cermin, kah...kah! Jahatnye aku! Tp sbg seorg kakak yg baik, aku tak sampai hati buat cam tu. Tp tgh2 syahdu dengar lagu Rufus Wainwright, aku tukar lagu American Rejects kuat2. Terkujat dia, terus bangun sambil gosok mata. Kihkihkih....

the first

Ok, so.... this marks the day that I've finally landed my first blog. I've been pestered by my own uninvited conscience of when will i finally have a quiet corner to pour out my thoughts.

And y'day, I was really thinking hard of what the title should be. My Life? euww... sounds universally common. My Complicated Life? But my life is not really that complicated. I mean, I do have some bumpy rides of emotion but i always managed to come out in piece. I'm pretty normal in that sense.

Then they started coming, "my thoughts", "in deep emotion", blah..bla..bla... gosh!, i couldn't take it anymore. Maybe, I will just blog untitled. Who cares, anyway. But this morning, while I was in my thinking room or the toilet (ooops...its gross, i know) something came to me. I mean, it does sound a bit creepy but seriously, the reason is simply because I know for now that I can only spare my precious time blogging, late at night, at home, in my lilac bedroom, behind my white door. Sweet!