Funny ... I think it's funny. Batrisyia, my 6 years old daughter is madly in love. The love of her life, at least for the last 6 months is Shahid, a cute little hunk with a missing front tooth.
Tisha started talking about Shahid since early this year, barely a week after school started. Shahid's cute, Shahid's nice, everything's about Shahid. She's very open about her "feelings" for Shahid. One fine morning at school, Tisha said to me, Ibu,if you want to know how Shahid looks like ...just call out his name,the one who responded will be him. Try it, Just don't tell him that I want to marry him OK.
Just last month she told me that Shahid had chosen her. Well, after so many months of being non responsive to any conversations about Shahid (I can tell you that there are lots and lots of Shahid's story, which would be too many to share) I decided to ask some questions about the boy in my only daughter's life. So ... what did Shahid say when he CHOSE you? Were there other girls? How did it happen? With a big smile ... she answered ... I asked him who will he marry when he grows up, and he told me that he will marry me. Aaa .. Are you kidding me? What's with the question? Why did you asked him the question? He likes me, that's why I asked. I know that he likes me.
I asked Fakri, my nephew who goes to the same preschool with Tisha. Fakri, kenal Shahid tak? Fakri answered: Kenal... Shahid nak kawin dengan Tisha .. dia suka Tisha. Mann... the whole school knows about this? I wondered .. hmm ... so I asked Zaim and Zahier, Tisha's brothers the next day about Shahid. It's not that I was worried, just curious. Abang, do you know Shahid? Zaim answered: Kenal ... abang main bola kat surau dengan Shahid. But Shahid is only 6 years old and you guys are 11 & 12, how come he is playing football with people much older then himself. Zaim answered: We've checked him out Ibu. He is cool. Don't worry.
I am sure there is nothing to worry about ...though just last Tuesday she asked me to pick an outfit from a wedding magazine for her engagement and has been telling her friends that she wants to save money to prepare for her wedding and has been reminding me to invite Shahid to her Birthday Party, which is in January. I am sure these love thing is normal. I think.
One good, positive thing that came out from this love story is that compared to last year, it is much easier now to get Tisha to wake up and get ready for school. Last year, I practically had to drag or carry her to the bath room but this year ... she even bathe herself... I have Shahid to thank for this.
BTW today's Kiki's Birthday ... Happy Birthday sweet little thing!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I want to remember ..
Being a parent is HUGE responsibility. However, the first thing I thought of after getting married was to get pregnant or a better way to describe it .. to have a baby. I was excited about it, from the process of making one, visualising on how to care, to educate, to love and to give, give and give. I want very much for my babies to grow up and become a responsible, caring and a good Muslim.
My first baby was born on May 31st, 1997 i.e. i got pregnant 3 months after marriage. Pregnancy for me was smooth sailing, I can remember vividly getting excited when my bosoms gets bigger. I really thought that the size would stay. But tough luck, it was just temporary.
My eldest son is now 11 going 12. How time flies. I tried to remember how he was as a baby but I can't seems to remember that much.
Last December, my eldest son popped a question.
He asked me how many kids did I plan to have when I got married?
What a question, I said to my self.
I answered him .. 6.
But you only have 4 now. he said.
When are you planning to have the next one?
The kids are demanding for a new addition to the family. They want a baby! I know very well why are they demanding for one. Must be because my sister and sister in law is pregnant and as their belly gets bigger, the pestering gets more intense.
Well I can't get pregnant anymore sweetheart.
Why? he asked.
Because it will be dangerous for me to get pregnant again and following the doctor's advice, Ayah and me had decided not to have anymore babies.
Dissapointment ... that was all I can see from the children's faces. So I go on explaining .. that I have one big scar on my tummy from giving birth to all 4 of them and because the doctor had to cut the same place over and over again for 4 times, the womb becomes weak and it had become dangerous for me to get pregnant again.
As they were trying to convince me that I should try giving birth the normal way, or the exact word used was through the butt, I decided to stop discussing about it. Then suddently ... the thought crossed my mind ... NO MORE BABIES!! .. it's not like I really want more babies, but you know the feeling of holding a little baby in your arms, there will no more baby talk! no more experiencing those cute little things that babies do, that can just take you breath away ... ya .. I'll miss that!!
My youngest son is already 3 years old. A child this age still do cute baby like stuff. They just craves for attention and so pure and innocent. So I decided that I want to remember .. I want to remember all the cute stuff that my baby does and I need to do something as I know that I will one day forget. I really want to remember..
Recently Zikri (my youngest son) did something really romantic. He came to me and had asked me to close my eyes. Quickly put his little fingers on my eyes just to make sure that I really had closed my eyes. I noticed that he was hiding something behind his back. So I got excited thinking what's the surprise. Can I open my eyes now? I asked.
Ibu boleh bukak mata.. he said.
The moment I opened my eyes ... I saw his little fingers holding a stack of flowers .. Hmm the flowers looked familiar. Ini untuk Ibu .. he announced. I glanced at my Mother's dining table and noticed the plactic flower decorating the table was missing ... immediately, I showered him with hugs and kisses so he know that I truly appreciate the gift. Well, it was kind of the first experience for me getting a flower like that, so I find myself singing away right after that humming my favourite song i.e. Master of Puppet ... while doing the house chores. That was how happy I was that day. So I decided to write it down. I would want to remember this.
One day I asked Zikri a question.
Kiki (the name he called himself) ... Kiki tengok ibu cantik tak?
Kiki looked into my eyes and answered .. Ibu cantik, Ibu cantik macam Puteri. Wow a romeo in the making I thought to myself.
I was surprised with the answer ... is he a romeo or what? Ibu cantik macam Puteri? I have actually asked the same question to my eldest son much earlier. Firstly, he was hesitant to give me an answer but later decided to give me an answer which was not really that convincing.. Like.. OK la Ibu lawa. It's not like I was waiting for a compliment. Eee teruk lah abang ni. That was my response to him.
So I wrote down what Kiki told me that day, that I am beautiful like a princess and try to remember how cute and sincere he looked when uttering the words. That was a moment to cherish.
Just to see how my husband would fared in front of this sweet little thing we call Kiki, I asked Kiki a similar question in front of my husband ... Kiki .. Ayah handsome tak? well I laughed at his .. still very cute answer which was .. Ayah tak handsome .. ayah macam gangster! ... Kah! Kah! Kah! padan muka ayah dia.
My first baby was born on May 31st, 1997 i.e. i got pregnant 3 months after marriage. Pregnancy for me was smooth sailing, I can remember vividly getting excited when my bosoms gets bigger. I really thought that the size would stay. But tough luck, it was just temporary.
My eldest son is now 11 going 12. How time flies. I tried to remember how he was as a baby but I can't seems to remember that much.
Last December, my eldest son popped a question.
He asked me how many kids did I plan to have when I got married?
What a question, I said to my self.
I answered him .. 6.
But you only have 4 now. he said.
When are you planning to have the next one?
The kids are demanding for a new addition to the family. They want a baby! I know very well why are they demanding for one. Must be because my sister and sister in law is pregnant and as their belly gets bigger, the pestering gets more intense.
Well I can't get pregnant anymore sweetheart.
Why? he asked.
Because it will be dangerous for me to get pregnant again and following the doctor's advice, Ayah and me had decided not to have anymore babies.
Dissapointment ... that was all I can see from the children's faces. So I go on explaining .. that I have one big scar on my tummy from giving birth to all 4 of them and because the doctor had to cut the same place over and over again for 4 times, the womb becomes weak and it had become dangerous for me to get pregnant again.
As they were trying to convince me that I should try giving birth the normal way, or the exact word used was through the butt, I decided to stop discussing about it. Then suddently ... the thought crossed my mind ... NO MORE BABIES!! .. it's not like I really want more babies, but you know the feeling of holding a little baby in your arms, there will no more baby talk! no more experiencing those cute little things that babies do, that can just take you breath away ... ya .. I'll miss that!!
My youngest son is already 3 years old. A child this age still do cute baby like stuff. They just craves for attention and so pure and innocent. So I decided that I want to remember .. I want to remember all the cute stuff that my baby does and I need to do something as I know that I will one day forget. I really want to remember..
Recently Zikri (my youngest son) did something really romantic. He came to me and had asked me to close my eyes. Quickly put his little fingers on my eyes just to make sure that I really had closed my eyes. I noticed that he was hiding something behind his back. So I got excited thinking what's the surprise. Can I open my eyes now? I asked.
Ibu boleh bukak mata.. he said.
The moment I opened my eyes ... I saw his little fingers holding a stack of flowers .. Hmm the flowers looked familiar. Ini untuk Ibu .. he announced. I glanced at my Mother's dining table and noticed the plactic flower decorating the table was missing ... immediately, I showered him with hugs and kisses so he know that I truly appreciate the gift. Well, it was kind of the first experience for me getting a flower like that, so I find myself singing away right after that humming my favourite song i.e. Master of Puppet ... while doing the house chores. That was how happy I was that day. So I decided to write it down. I would want to remember this.
One day I asked Zikri a question.
Kiki (the name he called himself) ... Kiki tengok ibu cantik tak?
Kiki looked into my eyes and answered .. Ibu cantik, Ibu cantik macam Puteri. Wow a romeo in the making I thought to myself.
I was surprised with the answer ... is he a romeo or what? Ibu cantik macam Puteri? I have actually asked the same question to my eldest son much earlier. Firstly, he was hesitant to give me an answer but later decided to give me an answer which was not really that convincing.. Like.. OK la Ibu lawa. It's not like I was waiting for a compliment. Eee teruk lah abang ni. That was my response to him.
So I wrote down what Kiki told me that day, that I am beautiful like a princess and try to remember how cute and sincere he looked when uttering the words. That was a moment to cherish.
Just to see how my husband would fared in front of this sweet little thing we call Kiki, I asked Kiki a similar question in front of my husband ... Kiki .. Ayah handsome tak? well I laughed at his .. still very cute answer which was .. Ayah tak handsome .. ayah macam gangster! ... Kah! Kah! Kah! padan muka ayah dia.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Pets for Kids
Saturday was a busy day. I ended up spending half the day cleaning up aquariums. These are not aquariums for fish but tortoises...different types of weird looking tortoises. Crocodile, long neck, box tortoise and a few other different types, big and small and they ain't pretty.
The aquariums are extremely dirty, filled with dark green water. I started with sucking the yucky water out of the aquariums. The tortoises looked calm. Kids joined me and they cautioned me that the tortoise can actually jump and bite. Anyway, when we started to fill the water with fresh water, the tortoises started to move towards me and opened their mouth wide. I started to feel sorry for the creatures. It looked like these creatures have not tasted fresh water for quite a bit. I felt sorry for them, they don't deserved to be treated like a non-living thing. My sister joined shortly and it looked like even though it was tiring, everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Once all the aquariums are cleaned and filled with fresh water and seeing the tortoises swimming about happily, the feeling was pure satisfaction!!
I just don't understand why anyone would want to have such animal for pets. My brother is definitely a weirdo. It's not like you can cuddle or kiss these creatures, you think twice even to touch it, they look like dangerous reptiles and dirty. As the kids have been bugging me for years about having pets. I told my kids that, even though the tortoises are not theirs, they can actually take care of it. That they can find out more about it in the internet, stuff like the food, their natural habitat etc so that we can care for it the way it deserved to be cared. Having pet is a Big Responsibility. One obvious example is the tortoises. I can't imagine these creatures living in such a filthy place. These are living creatures and must be treated with respect and empathy.
I promised the kids that if they can earn my trust by showing me that they can be responsible pet owners, I will let them have any pets they wish to have. (I hope I can keep this promise). First step is to take care of the tortoises like their own. Keep the pet's home clean and feed them well. Lets see if they can deliver.
The aquariums are extremely dirty, filled with dark green water. I started with sucking the yucky water out of the aquariums. The tortoises looked calm. Kids joined me and they cautioned me that the tortoise can actually jump and bite. Anyway, when we started to fill the water with fresh water, the tortoises started to move towards me and opened their mouth wide. I started to feel sorry for the creatures. It looked like these creatures have not tasted fresh water for quite a bit. I felt sorry for them, they don't deserved to be treated like a non-living thing. My sister joined shortly and it looked like even though it was tiring, everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Once all the aquariums are cleaned and filled with fresh water and seeing the tortoises swimming about happily, the feeling was pure satisfaction!!
I just don't understand why anyone would want to have such animal for pets. My brother is definitely a weirdo. It's not like you can cuddle or kiss these creatures, you think twice even to touch it, they look like dangerous reptiles and dirty. As the kids have been bugging me for years about having pets. I told my kids that, even though the tortoises are not theirs, they can actually take care of it. That they can find out more about it in the internet, stuff like the food, their natural habitat etc so that we can care for it the way it deserved to be cared. Having pet is a Big Responsibility. One obvious example is the tortoises. I can't imagine these creatures living in such a filthy place. These are living creatures and must be treated with respect and empathy.
I promised the kids that if they can earn my trust by showing me that they can be responsible pet owners, I will let them have any pets they wish to have. (I hope I can keep this promise). First step is to take care of the tortoises like their own. Keep the pet's home clean and feed them well. Lets see if they can deliver.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Age Gracefully
I like to watch E news on Astro. Segment on Stars who turned 50 and are still looking GREAT caught my attention. These are babes with good looks; hot looking body and they are 50 years old! You know when you were kids and you thought that 50 is a very old age .. 50 are the age when people start dying (or was it just me).
But as you get older, even though you consciously know that you are getting older, age is actually just numbers. Year after year, gray hairs starts to appear and if you have kids, they get bigger and bigger and you get wiser and wiser but 50 really is just a number. I can still remember when I can't wait to turn 17 ... and then 21 (I'm free, I'm free) and then the number gets bigger and bigger and now pushing 40... woo please stop.. put a brake on it..
Well back to the fabulous babes at 50, Madonna's body is so .. so .. awesome! I just adore the muscles, the curves and how I wish .. you know, though I know that it involves a lot of money and sweat ... and I just can't imagine how on earth?.. but I guess determination and hard work pays!!
Michelle Pfeifer is another one ... not so much of muscles but she don't even look 40 - the secret ... watch what you eat, don't smoke and discipline routine exercise.
Well the ladies had inspired me. One of my New Year resolution is to get rid of those fats around my abs (this inspiration came from Madonna) and since my latest physical assessment says that I am close to obese (are you kidding me? That was my reaction when a trainer at the GYM read me my result). I will make sure that my next one, which I am scheduling in June, will show a much better result. Meaning that I will work on my "problem areas" i.e. the gluteus and thighs like never before. To make sure that I will achieve the desired RESULT (bearing in mind that I have not succeeded for years) I will get my husband to be my trainer. This is not just because I don't have money to hire a trainer but also because I need to spend more quality time with hubby. I will also make sure that I will drink 8 glasses of water every day and take a lot of fiber and fruits. Review results in 6 months!! Malaysia Boleh!!
But as you get older, even though you consciously know that you are getting older, age is actually just numbers. Year after year, gray hairs starts to appear and if you have kids, they get bigger and bigger and you get wiser and wiser but 50 really is just a number. I can still remember when I can't wait to turn 17 ... and then 21 (I'm free, I'm free) and then the number gets bigger and bigger and now pushing 40... woo please stop.. put a brake on it..
Well back to the fabulous babes at 50, Madonna's body is so .. so .. awesome! I just adore the muscles, the curves and how I wish .. you know, though I know that it involves a lot of money and sweat ... and I just can't imagine how on earth?.. but I guess determination and hard work pays!!
Michelle Pfeifer is another one ... not so much of muscles but she don't even look 40 - the secret ... watch what you eat, don't smoke and discipline routine exercise.
Well the ladies had inspired me. One of my New Year resolution is to get rid of those fats around my abs (this inspiration came from Madonna) and since my latest physical assessment says that I am close to obese (are you kidding me? That was my reaction when a trainer at the GYM read me my result). I will make sure that my next one, which I am scheduling in June, will show a much better result. Meaning that I will work on my "problem areas" i.e. the gluteus and thighs like never before. To make sure that I will achieve the desired RESULT (bearing in mind that I have not succeeded for years) I will get my husband to be my trainer. This is not just because I don't have money to hire a trainer but also because I need to spend more quality time with hubby. I will also make sure that I will drink 8 glasses of water every day and take a lot of fiber and fruits. Review results in 6 months!! Malaysia Boleh!!
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