Buah hatiku 3....

We eagerly waited for faiz to come back for raya... Faiz landed on the wednesday before raya, but then.... he was not feeling well.... on and off fever and vomiting almost everything he ate... And later on the raya eve, buah hati sorang ni was admitted to the GH...

My brother called to tell us faiz got to be admitted... I got worried... panic started... and on the raya eve while there still was plenty to do especially in the kitchen, my father and I drove to GH... I have to see him myself.... And that was him at the GH pediatric ward on raya eve... his fever was still high at this time... And he'd tell... "maklong, faiz masuk hospistal..." Feel so sad looking at him....

On the second day of raya, we managed to meet the specialist during their routine tour... According to her, faiz got viral fever... thank goodness it was not dengue.... it's normal for viral fever to show up and down body temp... and they decided to continue monitoring him, taking the normal fever syrup and only if the fever does not show any decreasing will they start with antibiotic... i don't have any idea for how long they wish to monitor... what i wanted at that time was for faiz to be well and go home and start his raya....

so, we decided to move faiz to private hospital on the same evening.... once admitted there the second thing the pediatrician did was giving him antibiotic (when in GH the specialist decided to wait).... the first thing he did was of course getting some blood for lab test... which he cried out loud during the process... maybe due to the trauma of similar process at GH... the mark on his hand obviously showed it....

he got better after that, Alhamdulillah... and was disharged on the fifth day of raya... only few days left to be with him before he'd be back to kl.... hmm....

but then... despite being in the hospital, faiz still got his duit raya...!!! at one time when giving the green packet by a relative, he asked "dalam ni ada duit ker?.."
and he learnt new phrase this time.... "OMG" (not Oh Memang Gempak ya..!!!)

Hello there...

It has been a while since my last post... A friend said it's full of dust and spider webs now... Not that I don't have anything to write, but everything is just being written inside the brain.... :)
And so the excuse....

Good words I got from a good morning mail...

" Never make the same mistake twice... there are so many new ones... try a different one each day..."

" A good way to change someone's attitude is to change our own... because the sun that melts butter also harden clay..."

" Life is just like the sea... we are moving without end... nothing stays with us... what remains is just the memories of some people who touched us as waves...."

So true, right..????

Breakfasting with Lina....

As usual, last minute plan works well with Lina.... ;) Jangan marah ha Lina..!!!

Met up at Queensbay Mall without any idea yet where to break the fast... Finally, it was 'Baked Sweet Potato'.... And Lina, it was 'ubi keledek', not 'ubi kayu' yer...!!! Of course there was more than just the sweet potato later.... :)

Quite nice actually sharing the ubi keledek.... First time taking it for break fasting.... Much much better than 'minum air ngan biskut', breaking fast in the factory... Betul tak???.. Luckily for me, after nearly 7 years, this Ramadhan there's no more break fasting in factory or with 'air kotak' while being trapped in the traffic jam.... Syukur...

Now I know why.... I learnt....

Last Sunday, a friend of my father gave us a visit since he was just around the area... he used to work with my father and they used to quarrel a lot.. he's from India by the way.... and he really likes to criticize Malaysians (especially the Malays) ways of doing things... anyway, he is married to a Malay lady... ;)

He talked about how Malays like to look good with branded clothing, how Malays willing to spend for the image and reputation although in real the money is more worth it to be put somewhere else...

He talked about how Malays want to look good with food too.... how we decorate the food as if we are serving the decorations and not the main dishes whenever we have guests at home....

I just told him we like to look good and be good in all that we are doing.... and there comes more and more argument... I've learnt that sometimes it is better to just let the male have the last word and so kept myself quiet... it is the 'male ego' thing I guess... ;) The best time is of course when you got the chance to tell them with the 'I-told-you-so' look when things didn't go the way they wanted it to be....

Back to what I learnt today....

I accompanied a friend to Tabung Haji today, to settle some tasks for his upcoming Hajj... And today, for the reason of his own he was in his blazer, looking very formal and smart of course.... upon him entering the waiting area I observed people turning their heads, directing their eyes on him... and while waiting for his number to be called, a staff there actually came and met him, salam and handshake.... Only to him, not to another friend who came with us...!!!

Thus, without knowing a person, others will first recognize the way we bring up ourselves... clothing, tidiness etc... and the way others treat us is different by the first impression instilled in them... the respect that comes with the clothing, the 'force-respect' that comes with the posts... yet, the best is the respect you gained by just being you naturally, doing things your way....

In case if this is brought up again by my father's friend, I'll have another point to add... But then again, maybe I'll just let him with his way..... and wish for the time to come when I have a chance to give him that 'look'...

Eid-ul-Fitr...

A friend said yesterday, the older we are the less excitement 'raya' is... (not the exact sentence of course)... which i couldn't agree more....

When I was a kid, raya was.... a must for new baju raya (at least one pair of baju kurung and 2 others), kasut raya...

When I was a kid, raya was... the time for bunga api... which I stopped playing when I once successfully made a hole on my new baju raya.... after that bunga api was a little scary to me....

When I was a kid, raya was... the time for duit raya collection... it was never tiring to recount and recount the amount... again and again... comparing with one another...

When I was a kid, raya was... time to have lots and lots of carbonated drinks... my grandfather used to buy many bottles of that... sarsi, oren, 7up..... but again, that was the only time to have them... it is not a day drink... like what we have now...

That was all about raya at younger age....

And now, raya come and go without the fun it used to be.... It is now more of making the preparations for food, duit raya, curtains etc... kasut raya is no longer a must, although a pair of baju raya is still there to fulfil the sunnah of wearing new clothes on the morn on eid-ul-fitr....

So, as time past and as we grow older... raya is more of giving rather then getting... and that's the nature of life...

In a week, eid-ul-fitr will be here again, InsyaAllah... In the meantime, it is to complete Ramadhan, seeking for Lailatul Qadar...

P/S: it was nice to break fast with Dough Vinci and Alien yesterday...!!!