bukan puteri lindungan bulan lah

SOMETIMES when i say 

" I'm okay ", 

i want someone to look me in the eyes, 

hug me tight and say, 

" I know you are not "

Berbasikal di Hari Raya

     Raya tahun ini amat special for my small family. Apart from yaya dah pandai berjalan (fuhhh.. tthis part contributes the largest relief), saya sebagai mami yaya menerima big duit raya from daddy yaya. Timakasih sayang..(senyum sipu sipu malu)
    This year we spent raya at our home in tangkak, and went to jb the next day. Sebelum sampai JB, singgah ke rumah paklong di pekan nanas di mana daddy belajar naik basikal for the 1st time. Yaya of course, sebagai penyokong daddy nombor satu turut sama jadi pemerhati dan sesekali kelihatan takjub dengan teknik berbasikal pelik daddynya.
 

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.......well, hehe

Happy Buffday Daddy

This post is posted on 8th September 2011, thats made me a day belated.. takpelah bukannya ada badan penguatkuasa utk si mereka mereka yang terlambat wish besday pun.. jadi tak perlu risaulah saya. heh heh.. (ketawa bajet comel)

adik dia 6th sept, mama 8th sept, dia sendiri 7th sept. Pandai family dia planning. Tapi sebenarnya, mama lah yg pandai planning, kasi keluar itu baby pada tarikh yang telah ditetapkan. hohoo..

for his birthday, tak tau kenapa this year i bought him a present. just a small gift to brighten up one of his special day.  Hari tu masa jalan2 kat JUSCO TEBRAU CITY ternampak punyalah cantik cantik boxes of gift yang memang sengaja dipamerkan kat depan shop tu utk cari pemangsa. Sayalah salah seorang mangsa comel yg berjaya ditelan oleh kedai bodyshop itu.

Mula mula hidung saya ditonyoh dengan perfume entah apa nama yang melaparkan perut, mungkin kerana baunya seperti bau strawberry yang baru lepas dipetik dari cameron highlands. Kemudian saya teringat yang daddy zara sangat suka pakai white musk, jadi saya minta salesgirl yang baik hati untuk menonyoh hidung saya dengan white musk versi sport. Woww gorjes betul!!
Ada dua warna botol versi sport iaitu warna hijau dan biru. Terus saya turuti kata hati yang mesra alam (GO GREEN) dan ambil botol warna hijau.

Masa nak bayar, saya ternampak botol biru yg cantik design labelnya tersenyum senyum pada saya, nampak kasihan betul jadi di saat2 kecemasan itu saya telah menukar fikiran. (I'm a lady, and a lady is allowed to change her mind even at last minute - Albert Zara Einstein).

Selain perfume yg berbau gojes tersebut, i got him a Hand & Body Wash and Deodorant of same sport version. Lepas tu, babai duit dlm purse.. see you again on 24th sept...(hehe daddy's pay day kuikuikuii)

6th sept, 11.00pm : 

zara dah tidur kat sebelah. Capai handphone, bukak new text message, ingat nak send kat daddy tepat tepat pkl 12.00 tengahmalam, iyalah, sebagai injiniya kenalah precise buat kerja kan. 

Jadi mulalah taip ayat ayat jiwang cintan cintun utk wish besday tu, taip 1 ayat, diam sekejap fikir, taip lagi 1 ayat, diam sekejap fikir.. fikir ... fikir ... zzzz........................

alamak.. subuh esoknya pukul 5.50am baru message tu daddy received.

OMG, jauh betul Tangkak - KL kan. :p

Jenis jenis penyakit yang menensenkan..

Antara jenis-jenis penyakit yang boleh buat orang gila:
i. selsema -- (sbb hidung tersumbat)
ii. batuk -- ( sbb tekak tersumbat)
iii. combination of 2 above : telinga tesumbatt!

dah seminggu telinga tersumbat, tak taulah tersumbat dengan apa.
On the 2nd day tersumbat tu, i went to klinik zaiton kat tepi bustand.
dia bagi antibiotik (dah sapan semalam), ubat batuk (yg ni sampai rumah terus masuk goal dlm tongsampah), dan juga pil utk ubat selsema (yg ni aku makan tapi tinggal lagi sebiji akan sapan). oleh kerana doktor zaiton tak bagi ubat titis telinga ( i insist to have anything in my ear to feel good about my ear <-- pembinaan ayat yg dashyat ), aku pergi pula ke klinik Lim kat tangkak ni, dia mmg ada bagi ubat titis (pun dah sapan by now).  soo... apa lagi mauuuuu wahai telinga??????? eeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!
hukhuk :( this is exactly why i'm feeling down.. )
adakah keterlaluan kalau aku pergi jumpa specialist.. just because ada beberapa benda dalam bentuk akues tersumbat dlm telinga. menci..

What you give, you get back..

Khamis, 16 Jun 2011

Sejak dua tiga menjak ni, satu rumah kena flu.

Mula2 macam biasa, walaupun dia paling debab, yang mana sepatutnya ketahanan badan dia paling kuat, ( rasanya teori ni paling senang kena bangkang), memang apis akan kena dulu. So dengan hingus selalu meleleh itulah aku sebagai kakak sulung paling berkaliber akan overrule suma orang dengan asyik suruh dia pergi hembuss.

Kejap kejap asal aku nampak dia tengah bersenang lenang depan tibi, akan terkeluar arahan secara tak sengaja tapi mandatory untuk dia laksanakan. “Hafiz, pegi hembus hidung tu, sok sek! sok sek..!”. Mcm biasa juga, apis ni kalau wowo yang suruh dia memang takde komplen komplen cakap itu ini, terus jalan. Berani ke dia cakap banyak??

Ahad, 19 Jun 2011 (Happy daddy’s day, Daddy!)

Yee.. sempena ngan hari yang kononnya disambut utk para bapa bapa seluruh dunia ni, keluarga aku sebagai rakyat jelata tak berkepentingan turut sama meyibuk nyibuk mengucapkan selamat hari bapa kepada bapa bapa veteran yang ada dalam keluarga  mahupun beliau yang baru geli geli memegang title bapa.

Yess, termasuklah Mohamad Zainal Abidin Ahmad, suamiku yang comel. Walaupun baru masuk tahun kedua menjadi bapa, kewibawaan beliau sebagai daddy ara memang tak boleh disangkal oleh mana mana akta domestic ciptaan manusia.

Walaupun ada kalanya aku geram dengan hobi barunya yang tak habis habis nak beli pampers, asal ada aje sale pampers kat giant ke, Carrefour ke, jusco ke.. mesti diusungnya kami termasuk dengan mak mak sekali menyerbu tempat tempat tersebut. Kemudian mulalah dia sibuk memberi arahan “mak, enal amik 2 bungkus, mak amik dua bungkus, wowo amik dua bungkus”..disusuli jadual pembayaran sistematiknya “nanti kita bayar asing asing. Sayang, nanti dewi pegi counter 2, nal pegi counter 11 bla blaa ”

Hi hi… daddy daddy… selamat hari daddy.

Mulai hari ini juga, aku dah start accheem! accheem! Tekak dah gatal, hidung sakit, mata pedih.

Isnin, 20 Jun 2011

Tengah tengok tibi, layan 413 star movies cite pasal orang kulit hitam tak puas hati ngan orang kulit putih,..yang mana sesekali aktiviti dalam hidungku mengganggu tumpuan untuk mengikuti jalan cerita tipu omputam omputih berkenaan, tiba tiba suara si apis memecah kesunyian, “wowo.., pegi hembuss hidung tu. sok sek.. sok sek..!”

Cash.

Hampeh punya gendon.

inilah apis gendon :p

it has always been that way..



As always, I started my day as normal. Woke up at my usual hour, hittin' the shower with usual amount of water i'd always use, comb my hair the usual style it has always been (going to get a rebonding in a day or two and somebody else is paying for that), and drive to work with usual speed ( not counting in that i almost hit a motorcyclist this morning when i was taking the corner at tangkak hospital).

Certain people sign their names with date. Well, I do the same thing. My signature wouldnt feel complete unless i jotted also the date. Its just a normal thing to do you know. So when i sign my 1st signing today for the 1st piece confirmation given by the production, and jotting down also the date, suddenly i was struck with a realization of how important today is,.. 25th May.
Its been 12 years, and i love him still the same, never less.. happy anniversary sayang..

kuda belangku sayang..

WAHH... sungguh comel lah bila zara pakai seluar berstokin seperti ini (mummy zara mestilah puji anak sendiri haha),, dan lebih comel bila design seluar berstokin itu seolah olah seekor kuda belang yang masih di peringkat baby, dan lebih menakjubkan bila kuda belang itu memakai pula topi berwarna merah jambu. ( jgn marah daddy!)
daddy zara beli legging ni (betul ke nama dia legging saya sebat ajelah haha) dengan kawan seopis dia.. harganya rm10 sehelai. Mula2 daddy dia beli sehelai, atas permintaan ramai (permintaan mummy shj sebenarnya hihi), daddy dia beli lagi 1. minggu lepas masa jalan2 jalan kat jalan TAR, terbeli lagi 2 helai pulak.. sebab harganya yang murah RM2 dari harga kawan seopis daddy. Siap dengan skirt lagi. Memang comel lah!
mm... agaknya ada tak legging untuk orang dewasa ya. mummy nak belikan sehelai untuk daddy lah.
:p
(harap daddy faham2 ya... hihii) 

tennis player hit a ball towards crying baby. (what a moron!!)

By Chris Chase

David Ferrer was preparing to serve in his Sony Ericsson Open quarterfinal match against American Mardy Fish when the sound of a bawling child filled the stadium court. The sixth-ranked Spaniard briefly paused, but decided to play through the noise.
Ferrer lost the point. Then he lost his composure. Looking in the general direction of the crying baby, Ferrer lobbed a ball into the crowd in frustration. He went on to lose the next point and four straight games, capping a complete second-set meltdown.
Ferrer's actions were reckless and immature. It was a bully move borne out of frustration. He hit a ball in anger toward the crowd, which is never acceptable, particularly when it's at a defenseless child. He's lucky he didn't get a warning or a fine. He's even more lucky the ball didn't come close to hitting anybody.
Is all that out of the way? Good. Because while I believe everything in the previous paragraph, there's another big issue at hand: Who brings a baby to a tennis match?
There are two places babies don't belong: bars and any place where silence is greatly valued. Find a babysitter. Leave the child outside the stadium with your wife. Or, better yet, watch the match on TV. (But not in a bar.) Ferrer was wrong for overreacting, but the father is equally wrong for putting his child in that situation.
Fish defended Ferrer after the match. "He'd probably take that one back if he could," he said. "He's a very nice guy. Obviously flustered."
For his part, Ferrer didn't blame the baby for his meltdown, saying a bout of indigestion is what caused the collapse of his game. "[The crying baby] was in one moment of the match, but nothing special," he said. "It was not the problem."
No, the problem was Ferrer's boorish behavior, which was caused just as much by his decision to play through the noise than it was from the noise itself. The instant Ferrer thought he shouldn't serve, he should have backed away from the baseline to collect himself. When he lost the point, he seemed more frustrated at himself for playing rather than the child.
His warning shot worked, by the way. The child stopped crying after Ferrer launched the ball into the stands.

Ok, the news ends here.

Now what i have to say:

·                                   It seems to me that the only morons in this situation are the player and the people stupid enough to take this sport seriously enough to defend his actions. If he cant play through it just because of one crying kid, he better stays at home or work in a hospital where silence is not only compulsory but also greatly valued. He is sooo lucky that the ball does not come any close to hit the baby. Maybe we should outlaw this game or at least player who wish to play must go beyond a mental check first! 

      Ohh... Tennis fans, come on,  watch a real sport where being loud is not only tolerated but expected!

pagi yang kesiangan

Tepat pukul 6.30, alarm dari handphone nokia baru yang suamiku belikan menjerit kuat takde kesian kesian. Takut anak bucuk ku berumur 10 bulan terjaga dari lenanya yang memang tak berapa lena tu, teraba raba aku cari button STOP nak bagi senyap handphone tu. Lepas bilik kembali sunyi sepi takde gangguan mana mana puaka digital mahupun analog, aku ngan dak ucuk sedap sedap menyambung tidur.
Tepat pukul 7.25, bunyi alarm yang memang aku set kan untuk start enjin kereta halus mulus mencucuk cucuk corong telinga aku yang baru nak menggeliat geliut. Bingkas bangun ngan sekali henjut, aku sambar dak ucuk ngan bantal bantal dia sekali, melayang turun bagi kat nenek dia yg dah start pot pet pot pet kat tingkat bawah. Pastu terbang balik naik tingkat atas, selepas mandi macam tak mandi, sambil pakai safety boot aku ambush dak ucuk ngan sedas dua flying kiss. Pastu terus pecut gi opis macam jalan tu digazetkan atas nama bapak aku.
Sampai kat gate guard house, tak segan segan amik corner pada halaju sepoi sepoi bahasa 50km/jam, aku sengih tajam kat adik guard sambil jeling tengok jam kereta yang memang aku set sama ngan jam kat guard house tu. Ngam ngam pukul 8.00am.
Tepat.
Esok esok boleh buat lagi.