i’m tagged againnn…

1. First time jumpa with your hubby bila and kat mana?

huhu..PUDURAYA!! ditemani oleh eddie dan yah….(ko igt lg x yah? hahha)

 2. Love at first sight?

huhu..oh tidak! sbb time tu muka laki ku itu mcm penyangak…mahap ye syg..ehe..(owh,tp muka itu telah di-overshadowed oleh perangainye yg cute! ehe…)

3. Who is he the first time u met him?

seperti yg telah diberitahu awal2 tadi.ngehngehngeh.. (maunye x..badan dah la besa,rambut afro,berjanggut.baju hardrock cafe,jeans baggy..siap dgn pakai bangle kat tangan..jari dgn bercincin(owh..sudah semesti patternnye adalah tengkorak!).tp ketika itu,dia adalah pelajar KOLEJ ISLAM kat PD)..uh..ada sedikit kompius kan..huhu

4. How long it takes for him to ask u out for a date?

erk..x ingat la pulak.

5. First place dating di?

port dating adalah di KEDAI AIR BUAH GELAS BESAR KERAMAT! istilah dating bagi kami adalah:lepak di kedai makan,tgk movie, lepak studio jamming (lebih kepada aku hanya mendengar dia jam),jalan2 kat NATIONAL ART GALLERY(itu passion dia & disebabkan kerapkali pegi,aku pun jadi kagum tgk art2 kt dlm tu)..adapun kami tidak pernah berdating di taman2 bunga atau di tasik2.

6. How he proposed?

owh…itu hanyalah angan2ku jika dia sanggup sewa papan iklan besar kat bukit bintang tu utk propose..haha

7. Special date with your hubby?

special?alahai..apa nk dikata..yg tak special,mmg selalu. yg special belum lagi kot..(huhu..dgn penuh pengharapan..walaupun daku sudah boleh menjangkakan mungkinkah akan ada hari itu??)

8. Changes that he asked you to do?

erm…ada ke dia suh aku minum WEIGH GAIN.kurus sgt katanye… 9. What is about him that you love so much?

erm…coz he cares for me…

10. What is about him that u wish he would change?

his WORKING TIME!!!! kalau la dia bole keje time opis hour, 5 hari seminggu jek!!..isk

11. You will lose your mind and crack your head when he?

stop loving me!!! obviously..he’s my husband & i love him so much and of coz i hope he loves me back as much as i do..kan..

12. You will smile through your eyes for the whole day when he?

he stares me in the eyes,give me a soft & tender kiss and say I LOVE U!..(which is he did everytime after solat jemaah..tiap2 hari yg dia ada kat umah..)

13. Complete this sentence: My love towards my hubby is as big as…

NOTHING!! no words can describe how much my love towards him!

MUST READ: a good article to share..

A story worth sharing … it will touch the heart of every man and woman with family …

4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. ‘cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.

There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child.

With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the ‘problem’… a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet and blanket!

Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation:

“Dad, I was hungry and there wasn’t anymore leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you ‘cos I was playing with my toys…I am sorry Dad…”

At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks…but I didn’t want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son’s room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.

A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.

However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son’s absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn’t to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, ‘I am sorry, Dad’. But after much probing, I realized that it was a ‘Talent Show’ organized by his school and the invite is for every student’s mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy…..

Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. ‘cos he makes me proud too!

Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It’s winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every passer-by… Christmas carols and frantic shoppers…. but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day’s work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn’t help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, ‘ I’m sorry, Dad’ and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.

His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy. My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: ” But why did u post so many letters, at one time?” My son’s reply was: ” I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once…”

After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say… I told my son, ” Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt help opening the letter before they turn to ash.

And one of the letters broke my heart….

Dear Mummy,

I miss you so much! Today, there was a ‘Talent Show’ in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad
went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldn’t help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why haven’t you appeared?

After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. ‘cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife….

For the females with children:
Don’t do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of your little precious.

For the married men:
Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients. Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable. Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.

For those singles out there:
Beauty lies in loving yourself first. With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don’t let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters more than your well being.

huhu..the reds

anak beranak!..mmg la mcm ni bile si bapak dpt anak lelaki…huh

uh…danger! danger!!

last week tah cane aku jatuh terduduk dlm toilet. mlm2 buta,konon mata bionik la..xnk bukak lampu lgpn takut idan & iwan terjaga. er…mgkn agak kelaka bile dgr aku jatuh toilet kn..tp bkn tu yg aku nk kasik tau…

lps terjatuh tu,aku try nk berdiri,tah cane mungkin silap cara aku bangun tu,pinggang aku sakit gile.terpaksa merangkak kuar toilet.sudahnye terbaring dpn toilet tu sbb xleh nk bangun langsung. kebetulan rashi xde umh mlm tu..ade rondaan gaknye..seriously mmg sakit gile,xleh nk bangun..mmg agak kaget time tu.sbb rashi xde, aku xleh nk capai henpon atas meja,anak2 tdo. so,dlm kesakitan..aku baring static je..mmg x bergerak langsung..dari kul 4am(bgn2 tdo aku tgk jam) tu smp la kul 6am aku terbaring kt depan toilet…

pastu dh agak2 boleh bergerak,aku bangun slow2..try call rashi berkali2 tp x dpt2…serious mmg time tu aku ade sedikit cuak.. dlm pala otak aku,seb baik aku dh bole bangun.kalo la aku jatuh terus x sedarkan diri or mati terus…cane anak2 aku? rashi pulak xde umah…erm…cane keadaan anak2 aku kalo diorang npk aku terbaring x sedar diri mcm tu…sape nk jaga diorg time tu,ape diorg leh buat? isk..mcm2 dlm otak aku..

berpuluh2 kali call rashi tp x dpt2..agak frust!..tp sebaik je dia blk umh,dgn muka cuak dia tya keadaan aku,nk gi spital ke tak.. memandangkan aku dh ok time tu,dh leh jalan & wat keje umh sket2,aku ckp xyah la gi spital.bagi aku rehat je 1 ari,mnt tlg dia lyn anak2…..

Dan rasanye utk pertama kali kot dlm berbulan2 ni, ni la 1 hari yg mmg aku dok je dpn tv x bergerak2,abis2 pn baring je atas katil.langsung x buat keje umah. biarkan rashi lyn anak2 mkn..lyn kerenah anak2.. eh jap2,lupe lak.pagi2 lps aku dh leh bgn tu,aku gagahkan diri gak sapu umah..tp tu je pn yg aku mampu buat..huuu. Mlm tu tetibe rashi ajak blk kg,nk anta aku berurut katanye..uh perlukah,sbb aku dh x rasa sakit?

dlm malas2 nk blk kg,gi berurut tu aku ikutkan jugak la ckp dia…tu pn seb baik aku dgr ckp dia..sbbnye time berurut mlm tu,kak ani(tukang urut-2kali bersalin,dia la jadi tukang urut aku masa dlm pantang.dia mmg pakar mengurut) lipatan kaki kt blakang lutut tu dh masuk angin,urat timbul & bersimpul(uh,padan la lenguh kaki aku). pastu rahim aku pulak jatuh rupenye..mmg mengerang gile la aku time dia sengkak perut aku utk naikkan rahim tu balik.gile sakit!! dah la rahim jatuh,angin dh byk pulak..isk…seb baik aku gi urut gak mlm tu..alhamdulillah. kalo aku tgu lagi 2-3 ari or langsung x gi berurut,xtau la cane keadaan aku kang..

menurut kak ani lagi,sbnrnye rahim aku dh lama masuk angin sbb time dia urut tu,dia rasa rahim aku dh keras & byk sgt angin.puncanya mgkn sbb aku terlalu byk buat keje & penat sgt.tambah pulak kalo selalu angkat berat. bila dipikir2 mgkn betol ckp kak ani tu,wlpn aku dok umah je tp biasa la mcm2 keje kene buat.pulak tu kdg2 aku smp terpaksa dokong idan & iwan sekali gus! aduh berat mmg x terkata la..tp kalo dh anak2 meragam & kdg2 saja nk aku layan diorg,terpaksa la…huuu. mmg lps ni xde la aku nk angkat 2 org skali gus!…takut!!! aku nk anak lagi weh..serius!

aku stay kat mantin 4 hari, ulang urut tiap2 ari..alhamdulillah rahim dh naik balik…tinggal angin2 kat perut & dlm rahim ade saki baki lagi…aku dinasihatkan sapu minyak panas(losyen halia panas tu pn lagi elok) utk buang angin.sapu tiap2 ari…mlm2 nk tdo sapu minyak panas kt tapak kaki jugak & pakai stokin,elak angin masuk dlm badan.

untuk korang2 org pompuan,dinasihatkan kalo jatuh tu,walaupun x sakit tp terus la gi berurut takut jadi pape kat dalaman kite ni…alangkan org belum ada anak pun rahim berkemungkinan untuk jatuh dari posisi asalnya,apetah lagi kalo yg dah ada anak…dh penah bersalin,kemungkinan rahim tu untuk beralih mmg la lagi besa…

same2 la kte lebih berhati2 yek…ade artikel pasal slip disc bila terjatuh nih…