I Love You So...

Ryan in his Liverpool jersey(bought by Uncle Halem), which nearly caused his daddy to disown him!

" Do you love me everyday?"

you ask with suprise

"Or does love come and go like passing butterflies?"

I love you as steady

as the moon and the sun,

though some of our days

are not full of fun.

"Like when you feel mad?"

you ask with distress,

"cause I've broken the rules

or made a big mess?"

I love you when you are nice.

I love you cranky, too.

I love you without liking

the naughty things you do.

My 'love you' doesn't change

like the weathers of the days.

It's a certain kind of thing

in many different ways.

-Marianne Richmond' (I Love You So..)

It does get tough sometimes, especially since he has learnt to protest/cry/whine to get what he wants. And boy, he sure does know what he wants!

It's funny to both Shahreil and I sometimes when family and friends keep asking if Ryan ever cries at all, since I have to admit that he is mostly a happy and cheerful boy. Well, he does. Especially at Jelebu where he tends to get clingy as I suspect he gets a little lonely and craves for our attention. And it's funny that even when he's being so difficult we still find him cute and how we think that he looks so adorable when he's crying. (ok, at least 75% of the time... the other 25% I feel like tearing my hair out!)

And I guess I should treasure these moments when all he wants to do is to be with me, before he gets to the age when it's no longer cool to be seen with his mom. (Yikes!)

Ibu loves you, Ryan Iskandar.

We'll go to the playground once you wake up, alright?

Negatif

Maybe I'm getting old.
Maybe I'm no longer hip.
Maybe I just don't get teenagers nowdays.
I can give you one long list of things, but for today I'll just talk about one thing that has been irritating me a little. Or a lot, depending on whether I'm pms-ing or not.

Everyone has some kind of nama manja/timangan/ glamer or whatever you call it. Nobody gets called by their full name, other than during doctor's appointment or interviews or some really formal stuffs. But do you realise that the nama glamer of kids nowdays are NOT glamourous at all. Some of them are downright stooopid and insulting. Why would you want to be called Nina Pantatz? Or IraBeylo? Or AzmiKecikkz? Sedap ke? Suka ke dipanggil beylo? Kalau saya lah yang dipanggil beylo, mengamuk sakan gamaknya tau.. But you yourself choose to be called that? I don't get you lah, kids.

But..
Maybe KRU is right...

Tiap generasi punya citarasa sendiri
Gaya nan terkini irama muda mudi
Fikir cara terbuka jgn pandang negatif saja
Inilah caraku.. biarku dengan jeans biruku..

Korang kalau minat KRU, taulah lagu apa eh.
SO, lantak koranglah nak oi...
But Ryan, I chose a perfectly nice name for you. Don't you go and butcher it up in the future.
Or I will butcher YOU.

P.S:Ibu loves you!

Apa yang aku nampak.

Memandangkan hari ini (dan hari-hari yang sebelumnya selama 2 minggu lepas), aku tiada apa-apa yang hendak dibuat (atau pura-pura tak nampak apa-apa yang patut aku buat) di tempat kerja ini, baik aku berblog sikit.

Minggu lepas, sewaktu aku sibuk beratur di taxi stand nak pergi ke Tampines, aku nampak lah satu kejadian yang sungguh buat aku rasa teramat menyampah sekali. Hari tu, linenya memanglah panjang. Dari jauh aku nampak line tu aku dah menggerutu dalam hati.. tapi aku fikir, sabar..sabar... nanti bertambah kerut kat dahi aku yang dah tak berapa licin ni. Tapi sesungguhnya tak semua orang yang berpikiran macam aku.

Adalah mat saleh dua orang ni tengah tunggu taxi jugak... first in the row lagik. Mungkin jugak diorang dah tunggu lama, dan semakin hot dalam hati bila tiap2 teksi yang berderum lalu depan mata semuanya ada penumpang ataupun on call. Mana tak sakit hati wooo... Dan mungkin juga rasa gembira tak terhinggalah bila ada teksi berhenti depan mata dan ada penumpang turun. Aku perasan jugak yang dreber teksi tu dah menurunkan cermin tingkapnya, dalam hati aku berkata, ni gerenti apek nak tukar syif.. Tapi mamat saleh ghairah tu, belum apa-apa dah masuk. Sorang dah duduk yang sorang lagi baru nak masuk bila apek tu baru sempat nak explain yang dia nak tukar syif. Bukannya aku dengar pun dia kata apa, tapi aku rasa2 itulah yang dia kata. Tapi si dua ekor, batu besar ada duduk dalam itu kepala. Berdegil takmo keluar. Apek tu cuba explain lagik, si mamat salah sorang tu dengan muka masam mencuka, terus tutup itu pintu dan apek itu mungkin rasa tercepit dantak tau buat apa, terus drive lah.

Geramnyer aku masa tu. Nilah orang-orang yang nak ikut kepala dia jer. Nasib baik aku ni kecil molek, kalau aku besar sikit mau tak aku seret korang dua tu keluar dari teksi tu. Customer is always right. Podah! Self-centred brats! Sungguh memualkan perangai kamu-kamu itu. Pakaian sikit punya cantik dan aku pasti dompet dorang lebih banyak isi daripada aku punya yang banyak resit jer.. Tapi perangai, takde standardlah wei. Sebab tu orang selalu kata, jangan menilai orang ikut rupa jer. Rupa ok, perangai haprak.

16 November

Today is a special day.
3 celebrations jam-packed into one day, that is the 16th of November.

First: Shahreil's 29th Birthday, though I must tell you that he still acts like a 9 year old sometime. Not that I mind cos that's one of the reason that I fall tergolek2 for him last time. Other than the fact that he's drop dead handsome (hey! It IS his birthday, afterall!!). Hope you like my presents!

2nd: It's our 2nd wedding anniversary, although I feel like we've been together forever! I can't even remember how was life before Shahreil like. Can't wait for the romantic getaway to Avillion this weekend!!

3rd: How can we forget that the little one has turned 15 month today? Happy Birthday darling!!! Hoep you like the presents I bought you from KL. Kalau cantik, ibu yang pilih. Kalau tak cantik, Mak Ngah yang pilih ok??

Technology. Tok.

Technology is pretty amazing, I must say.
Just go to these websites -->

http://www.quranonline.net/quran/media.jsp
I love the fact that there's videos so that while reciting the surahs you can check that all your tajwids are correct. Very much like mengaji-ing infront of Tok Aji (minus the rotan, though I must tell you, I've never been caned by him before... Selamat!)

http://www.quranflash.com/en/quranflash.html
And I couldn't believe my eyes when Shahreil first introduced me to this site. WoW!

Whenever I mengaji, it reminds me of Tok and I sure the sames goes for Ikin and Diyana too.
Those were fond memories.

When I was in the morning session; I'd rush to Tok's house hoping that'd I'd be the first person to arrive. Nak balik first maaahhh.... I'd shower and macam budak baik duduk at the ngaji area, fully aware that the the following things will happen:

Tok: Ti, kau dah makan belum..
Me: Belum, Tok... (suara sedih..)
Tok: Makan dulu sini...
Me: Ok... (macam reluctantly, tapi dalam hati..yabedabedoooo!)

Others will come eventually, hoping that they'd be first in line, but too baaaddd.

When I was in the afternoon session and staying at Tok's house for a few months as my house was undergoing renovations, ngaji time was right after solat subuh. Once we finish solat jemaah (yes! it's solat jemaah every subuh & maghrib at Tok's house), I'd try to creep back into bed like everyone else... but Tok would say,

"Hayati, mari kita mula ngaji,"

and I'd go.. "Haaaaa..." But of course, that was dalam hati. Siapa berani lawan cakap tok oiii!!

But I must say, ngaji with Tok was fun. (or maybe I chose to remember the fun ones..)
Being girls, we rarely got any scolding, and I'd have fun seeing the guys kena marah. Tu ah korang, banyak main!

As I've khatam-ed very early in primary school, the remaining years of ngaji was pretty much focused on correcting my tajwid. Tok would leave me to recite by myself, and once he thought that I had enough, he'd ask me to go back to where I started and testing me on all the tajwids.
Yang mana kena dengung/kenapa kena dengung/ ni berapa harakat and the list goes on. Macam kuiz lah pulak!

I also got to supervise some of the younger ones, and my victim was usually Diyana. I remember being soooo mean to her and poked her with my lidi whenever she was so slow or simply couldn't baca. Geram betul masa tu. Hahahah... But that was terrible of me. Sorry Diyana!

I realise that Tok played a major role in my religious education. From mengaji& tajwid to hafal surah to learning how to ambil wudhu and solat.

Thank you, Tok Aji.
May Allah repay your kindness.

CUCI

I can't believe that I really made the trip to KL last weekend.

I was initially very hesitant as it was afterall a trip to watch Cuci the Musical. Yes! CUCI. It's not PGL or P.Ramlee the Musical. It's the comedy by the 4 stooges(Hans, Afdlin, Awie & AC). I couldn't imagine how they were going to marry the 2 (totally simple comedy + musical) together. Yes, I did love Cuci the Movie.. I remember laughing so hard till my stomach was hurting when I watched the movie. But a musical? And alllllll the way to KL? Hmmmm.... Now, tell me why I shouldn't be hesitant?

But did I regret my decision? Did I feel like strangling Ikin who dragged me all the way there, away from my husband and son?

No. A huge N.O!

It was one of the best decisions I've made in months!

Firstly, I was good to get away from Singapore, work. responsibilities.

It felt just like old times, me and Ikin going to places together, eating and gossiping non-stop.

And Ikin is obviously the best travelling partner cos she knows and handles everything. My manager mah...

And Cuci... What can I say about the musical other than it was great/ fantastic/excellent/amazing/wonderful and all the other good things that are sewaktu dengannyer. The storyline was pretty much the same as the movie, other than a few tweaking of things here and there. The props were simple, costumes not spectacular (you can't expect them to be wearing bling blings while washing buildings, can you?) But what blew me (and the rest of the audiences, Im sure) away were the casts who were damn right hilarious.

It was actually just a bunch of friends goofing around on the stage, not afraid to make mistakes and ad-lib their way through. Their camaderie was crystal clear throughout the musical. Everyone of them were special in their own way.

Afdlin, my talented talented Afdlin was being his round, nak kena cubit-cubit pipi, adorable eldest brother. AC, was perfect as C'Tan... tall, skinny and witty. And I actually forgot that he was afterall a member of 4U2C! He could sing very well...! Come, let us sing Fiona together... with actions, people!!! Ready? One, two, three... go!

Fiona.... Terciptalah irama cinta ini hanyalah untukmu... Bawalah ku ke alam cintamu... Fiona gadisku... (Slide to the left... both hands up, turn one round..)

Hans, was soooooooo cute as the selenger, frank salah tempat kind of guy. Lurus bendul. Comel!

And Awie... he was like a teddy bear that you wished was on sale after the musical so that you can bring home and cuddle all day long! Hahahha... And of course, when he sang... I wished that he'd start singing Sejati or something. You can never take the Mat Rock out of Awie!

Not forgetting the others who were equally splendid. Harith Iskandar as the bad guy. Ramli Hassan as the daddy. Adibah Noor, and her budak nakal selamba kodok kind of attitude. But when she sang, she's truly a DIVA! And my sweet, sweet, meltingly sweet Vanidah Imran. A true blue wanita melayu terakhir and I got a feeling that she's not the kind who tries to be one cos it is just her nature, not like Sendat or Mak Iti.

To sum it up, I had a wonderful time at the musical. Siapa yang tak tgk... RUGI RUGI RUGI. I just hope that somehow, they'd bring the musical to Singapore.

;-)

I received this sms:

bile saya dudok kat teacher's table, mcm tak caye yg saye nie cekgu. dalah prangai saye kdg2 mcm bdk2. Tsk. When im in this state, i always think of you. Thank you cekgu! :-)

That made my day.

Thank YOU, Hawa.

Your warm smile will brighten up the days of many children, I'm sure.