Ramadhan and memories

There you go. I have done the labelling to sort my posting. The topics are not really as labelled but can be grouped together as such, So i guess, it makes things more organized.

I wish everybody a good weekend. And to muslims selamat berpuasa, this is the month for new resolutions, to be a better person, richer in qualities and quantities, and enjoy the month of Ramadhan as family as it is only once a year.

I can't wait to start as Ramadhan always brings new meanings to me. I have years of memories of Ramadhan backdated to childhood years as early as I can remember. The memories as children. Learning to fast, the cheating, the water we drank after playing because we forgot, the times mom and dad had diffidulty to wake us up for sahur because we were too sleepy, the time I cannot wait to buka puasa and counting down the minutes, the gathering of families during breaking fast everyday for the whole month, the nightly terawih at surau, the excitement of baju raya and shoe shopping, the verses of niat puasa and doa bukak puasa my father taught us, the cookies we helped mom to bake and how i counted how many my mom prepared for the Raya that year.

Those were memories from childhood. and I am still making memories and remembering all the Ramadhans. May God make me a better person.

Categorizing

I have not been labeling or categorizing my posting. Anyway since I have been erratically posting about anything, I want to start doing the categorizing now and particularly I want to dedicate a category to Health Issues as I am very interested in it and I want to explore more about common health issues affecting us the common people and want to share the information here. Also I need to file the info somewhere anyway.

I still have not gotten around how the labeling work, let me figure it out first!

Beauty talk

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Clarins Beauty Institute called me again yesterday. I have been avoiding the calls from them for a couple of months actually. But the last call I couldn’t make out whose number and just answered. Well they called me to make another appointment for facial. They told me I have 4 four facials left to do in the package. Well, I bought the package last year. I thought since I did not take care of my face, why don’t I pay somebody to do it for me? It sounded logical to me at the time. However, I didn’t do my part very well. The last time I visited them to do the facial was on the eve of a dinner function in early May. Now is end of August already.

I have not been good with my beauty regime. I have been lazy. Sometimes I don’t even wash properly my face at night. Just with water during ambik air sembahyang. That’s it. Not because I don’t want to take care but sometimes I was too tired and sleepy.

Anyway I told Clarins I will call next week to make an appointment. Well, really I don’t feel like lying down on the bed for one and half hour for them to do the facial. My time is so limited. I have better things to do. My plan is once I finish off this package I will discontinue.

I should be more religious in taking care of myself and whatever beauty ( actually ehmm.. lack of) which sometimes I take for granted that what I have now will last forever. What a delusion! If I scrutinize carefully actually I can see the difference in my skin texture than compared to 10 years ago at the prime of my youth. How I wish I could turn back the time. Maybe there’s a short cut to preserve all this, or is there any at all?

There are so many methods used by people that I have heard like dermabrasion, botox, vit C injection, live cell/placenta injection, laser treatment etc which I don’t think I would ever try. Takut… So I make a new plan. Take Vitamin everyday. Apart from fighting infections, the vitamin will feed my cells with the required nutrient that I miss in my daily food intake. Use sun block. This will protect my face and hopefully delay the aging. Makan jamu. My masseuse has just ordered me a bottle of jamu cost RM50 which she claimed help her tighten up her tummy. Looking at her slim tummy for evidence, I will take her words and will try. Do massage every month to de-stress. Take things easy and worry less. Be happy. That’s it! I will try these and will see what happens. No harm in trying.

Deliberation

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I am having quite a terrible lower back pain, on my right hand side. It started yesterday morning. It was so difficult to get out of the car or move as I would like to. I couldn’t carry the kids or bend down. I don’t know what’s wrong. This has really affecting my mood.

During lunch yesterday, my friends said I should do a medical check up as soon as possible. Actually I am also due for the pap smear test and I need to do the mammogram.

Somehow a topic of a mutual girl friend of around the same age came up. She died last couple of years due to cancer. She left two very young children, the youngest at the time was only 3 or 4 years old. Every time people talked about her, because I knew her, I became very very sad. Yesterday the sadness was accompanied with fear. Fear about my own children if anything was to happen to me. Who’s going to take care of them, plan for them, educate and bring them up? Most importantly who’s going to look into their eyes with tenderness and love, kiss them and smell them, stroke their head softly, share the pillow as they sleep, affirm them, tolerate their whinings and moanings, and talk nothing with them? Who’s going to put them first before herself? Their delicate age frightens me. The thoughts carried over to last night, I couldn’t sleep. Yesterday I looked at them, Emir’s good look and Fatini’s delicate features. So innocent and unassuming! They have really become my pride and joy. Never I knew that life has become this meaningful!

May Allah protect and give me, husband and my children good health, and I pray that my husband and I will live long enough to see our children grow up and become independent.

New dictionary

Since this year Emir has been picking up lots of words and started to talk. He’s also been copying words and sentences from Fatini. When they argued, whatever Fatini said he would repeat the same to Fatini’s agitation offcourse who then started the “ Don’t copy me!” And Emir would repeat that “ Don’t copy me!” too!

However he mispronounced most words he talks (very pelat). Due to daily interaction, I can understand most of what he means. However poor daddy can’t and was most of the time at a lost. It’s very frustrating to Emir if I give wrong response to his sentences. Like when he asked me where’s his particular toy and me because I couldn’t get it, answered “okay…” it gets him frustrated. So when I have such difficulties I would ask Fatini who obviously to my surprise understands completely Emir’s language and thus become my official translator. Like last night, I really couldn’t make out what Emir was saying, and he started to cry out of frustration so I asked Fatini, What does Emir want kakak? And without raising her head from whatever she was doing, just translated it to me. I felt it was so amazing the relationship between these two children. However it’s such a joy to listen to Emir’s speech and trying to make the meaning out of it.

Emir’s language dictionary.

Me In Panh !– Me in front!

Mommy ! Toe! Toe! Toe! – Mommy ! Go ! Go ! Go1

Mommy tan up – Mommy stand up

Tatiu mommy – Thank you mommy

E chioe me – Excuse me

Tatini’s cheeping – Fatini’s sleeping

Where’s Tatak – Where’s Kakak?

Me pirst! – Me first!

I want ching he te we – I want to sing Heal The World

I want to toe tamachass - I want to go to drama class

I want to pay icle – I want to play bicycle

Where my tototobike – Where’s my motorbike

Ottomannn – Ultraman, Spiderman, Superman, ironman

No need cit bek – No need seat belt

I cit ire – I’ll sit here

One two tee pour pie chic ceven eight nine ten – one two three four five six seven eight nine ten

Loochame ..! Loochame….! – look at me …! look at me …!

ayopane - aeroplane

choo choo tain – choo choo train

boo, yeyow , yed, oyange – blue, yellow, red, orange

Weekend with families

Weekend was another busy one. On Saturday afternoon we went to KLIA to welcome my mother and sis in law coming back from Umrah. We arrived on time with the flight arrival from Saudi Airline. But the wait was long. We brought the kids to the observation hall and they were excited to see the planes and train. They were making so much noise and Emir was screaming at the top of his lungs. He developed that screaming habit recently. I let them wild for a while to express their enthusiasm. And the space in the hall was also huge for them to run around and there were not so many people so I don’t get too worried about losing them.

Then we went back to the arrival hall. Well, it was really taking a long time for them to get out. I figured because there were a few flights arriving around the same time and baggage collection maybe was the reason for the delay. My sis family was also there waiting.

Finally they came out with big baggage. My niece was excited to see her Wan who she missed. Hug and kisses. Manja Wan habis. My Sis Intan went for her children. She left her two young kids for two weeks, I could almost understand how she must be feeling. And the kids must be missing their mom a lot. Kesian betul dengan Nabila and Hakeem! But young kids are very tough.

I took my mom and niece home. Upon reaching home I cooked dinner. Goreng goreng only. That night Fatini and Emir all got their presents from Wan. Nothing for me! Sob, sob. When our mother got grandchildren, say goodbye for any presents for us.

Sunday afternoon, we went back to Melaka to send my mother to our hometown. Since it was a day trip for my family, we decided I was to drive going to and my hubby would drive going back to lessen the exhaustion of traveling. My father was well and actually looked better than he had before. I am thinking maybe we should get a physiotherapy treatment for him as he’s been immobile for quite some time. I brought bubur pulut hitam from home which I cooked the night before and shared the bowl with him. He knows my mother was back and I could see that he cried.

For dinner we ordered pizza (3 large ones) and spaghetti for the little ones. My sis Liza, Rais and Angah’s family all joined us. Haziq my nephew 15 year old is so tall already. We sat at the table talking until 11pm and sadly by then it was time to leave for home since I’ve got to get to work today.

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Growing Older Gracefully

While I was walking in the KLCC with my friend after having lunch, I bumped into a couple of women I used to work with a few years ago. So we were like excited to see each other, and went to the usual “hi, how are you, nice to see you” and all that. Then they exclaimed to my delight that I look slim now and so stylish, and what’s your secret and so on, which sort of made me very happy off course. Complements coming are very rare as I grow older and dah beranak pinak and especially coming from women are even more uncommon. So when I get these complements, it actually really made me pleased. I was widely smiling ear to ear. I must be looking very foolish and perasan habis-habisan !

Actually when I first met them I was a day away from my due date. Then the next few years working with them, I was either pregnant or just delivered or getting pregnant again. So for three or so continuous years I was just like perpetually looked pregnant. Bloating with water retention, nursing babies, etc. Then I got pregnant twice again which ended in miscarriages and D&C’s.

Now my youngest Emir is going three this year end and I have slowly lost all the previous pregnancy weight. But I’ve still got some hated handles around my waist to lose, which bulge out when I sit down. Not so comfortable or pleasant to look see. Anyway I could put on the old shirts back and buy new nicer ones. I like putting on nice outfits and still look good. So that my children will remember me in a nice way. Well, I really want to grow old gracefully.