Another Year

You would kill me for scribble this
As you almost super hate birthdays
You’d say, It will remind you in some ways
Of how old has you been doing this

As I love remembering it
What more to celebrate
As your birthday, it will collaborate
Of how long we been blessed todate

As we all blew your candles today
Lets just abondon all worry away
Instead let us in a family pray
For your ultimate happiness getaway

As it is another birthday of aptitute
May Allah give you the strength and fortitude
To shoulder your bargains and our attitude
As for us is your greatest treasure

My love for you is endless
Through your laughs and sickness
With our hopes that has no border
I am in love, thereon I whisper
To this one great man, I most adore
Its your birthday today, lets go hi wire !

With no further due, guess you know who’s birthday it is eh.

Go ahead and have a wonderful day darling.

Saya beli Ler Ler

Been away and back now.

Obviously I missed my one year blogging on 20 July.  They’d say, better late then never. So, happy birthday Somethin’ Light. One year it has been and counting.

I got this one funny story to share. I was with my kids waiting for school van for school this morning. Half awake at 6.30 am, from a corner, I watched Sarah, Syaza and Razin playing this, ‘papa, mama and anak thing’. Obviously, Sarah is the mama, Razin is the Papa and Syaza is the anak-lah.

So, here it is in their own words.

Sarah    :   Papa (Razin), nah ambik duit nih. Simpan elok-elok tau. Nanti beli makanan untuk anak (syaza). Saya nak pergi kerja (haha).

Syaza   :   Nanti Papa beli makanan okay.

Sarah    :   Papa nak beli apa hari nih.

Razin   :    Ler ler… (muka selamba)

God I laughed my heart out. Loudly. Cannot tahan really. 

Razin is the orignal one. He is only 3 years. Even he is ‘Papa’ in that ‘main-main game’,  gave him fake money and asked what he wanted to buy? - of courselah gula-gula! hahahahahahahaha. But Im pretty sure, Mama Sarah was expecting Papa Razin to say something like probably, nasi goreng or something.  kihkihkih. Wrong life partner la sayang.

(Ler ler is btw gula-gula) ;p

Sarah got fed up, grabbed the money from Razin’s hand and left for school. Poor girl.  hehehe

Epal Cincau Satu !

I am going to leave you with this 3 interesting personal stories for the weekend.

Rejab and Syaaban usually are the two common months for us female to fast. You know who you are and what I mean.

And I am no exceptional. So, this is what happened during our buka puasa yesterday. Hamba Allah ini, saya namakan dia  X, orderlah air minuman.

“Epal Hijau please”.  And guess what arrived, “Epal Cincau”. hehe. Shian.. (Tak pernah seumur hidup Hani minum air epal cincau, have you?   ).

Then, done with buka puasa, we decided to ronda ronda and makan durian. Ahaks. (Im still smiling while writing this, hehe).

Again you know who you are, and there we were by the road side, with our office attire and all, as for me, with my boot and all, bersila by the road side eating durian like nobody business.  Durian was nice and we were like so kenyang and feel like nak termun***.

Then awhile ago, my GM Strategic Marketing was sharing this joke with me in the pantry that I feel like sharing. The joke goes like this,

There is this mom. Pregnant with twin. She was so happy with the news after like so many years trying. While the twin were in her stomach, the mom would usually tell the unborn twin to be polite with each other since both of you are twin, lot of sharing to come, she said.

7 months passed.
8 months passed. Come 9 months, also passed.
10 months passed. Hmmm.. she began to worry obviously. Why the babies are still not out, she asked.

Then both she and the gynae decided to cut open the stomach and see what is going on inside.

hehe. The twins were actually being polite with one another and were undecided who should come out first from their mommy’s tummy. They were like, “after you, after you” in there.

Dont get it? Well, the mom always tell the twins to be polite and nice-kan. So in gesture to be polite, since they are twin afterall, both of them been trying to be polite and said to each other, after you,after you please… to come out from the mommy’s stomach !

Hmmmm okay, you are not laughing eh…. but I did.  Have a lovely weekend people and happy resting ya.

When Im Blue

Today I feel like writing about this friend of mine who I love so dearly. She is Zana to many and Sis Zana to me.

We have known each other from 1988 to be exact. 20 years of friendship it is this year. She is a friend that turns family.

Me and her have come a long way back then. We shared many many memories together. Some are indeed very grand. I love all of them and refused to forget none. Nothing is trivial when it comes to friendship afterall huh.

We used to hang out and lepak lepak over coffee before but now that her workplace has moved to Nilai, it is a bit haru-biru to meet. Hence, this morning she ‘invisibly’ appeared over my YM chatting. I miss you sis, greatly. We are lepaking tomorrow, if you want to join us? Wat say you.

What I wanted to story here is this actually. She is one of my many fan for my poem. (Shy).  Like honest, I write them simply because that is who I am.  I love writing them and indeed I feel good knowing people are liking them. 

2:47:15 PM    rnxzana: waaa
 12:47:25 PM    rnxzana: hehehe.. i mmg baca ur blog everyday..
 12:47:30 PM    haanii_ali:
 12:47:32 PM    haanii_ali: tenkius
 12:47:34 PM    rnxzana: x baca x bole wei.. its a must
 12:47:38 PM    rnxzana: hehehe.. welcome..
 12:47:55 PM    haanii_ali: nanti saya update lagi ek
 12:47:56 PM    haanii_ali: hehe
 12:48:34 PM    rnxzana: but sori la.. not all i can give comment
 12:48:49 PM    rnxzana: sumtimes i jus smile when reading ur tots or topic discussed
 12:48:52 PM    haanii_ali: hey its okay
 12:48:53 PM    rnxzana: ur poems are superb
 12:49:02 PM    haanii_ali: i enjoyed writing knowing u guys come and read
 12:49:06 PM    haanii_ali: thank you sis
 12:49:09 PM    rnxzana: wish i could write like dat..
 12:49:12 PM    haanii_ali: you are my reason to write more eh

So especially for her, enjoy this one.

When I am feeling blue
All alone and dont have a clue
There is you, my friend so true
Cuddled me safe, warm and close
So my world again going purple

Those times indeed very long ago
We had our orange, red and Indigo
We joked and laughed and we even tango
Memories stay in my heart, I will never let go

A thousand miles away from home
In a foreign land, we had only each other
Many  blunders together we encounter
Cherish is all we do, regret once we never

A friend in need is a friend indeed
We dont see each often but we’re never far
We speak the truth, even it soured and hurt
In our heart, we know we stay forever !

Hani @ 170708

Lets B**** (the sequal)

Updates.

My BH friend just called. As many have reckoned, DSAI has been arrested. For what reason? only God knows.

I recalled my personal meeting with YAB DSAI years ago at Dato’ ANAZ house.  This guy at his age, has this X-tingy thing that draws people to him.  I did.  My guess he must have feared many people.

For whatever thing that he may does and does not, I dont really care for only Allah holds the truth but wish him all the luck that he needs in this world.

And now upon hearing loads about him and he is now being arrested-again, like I said, call me whatever, but I give up being a Malaysian.

My worry is only for my children.

Lets B****

Hey guys.

Ever since I left Berita Harian, I only read newspapers online. I dont buy them anymore. (Not that I used to buy-pun before actually, since employees got it for free oops ).

Im not much into politics but being in the mediastream like half of my life somehow has shaped me into it automatically. So last night, both me and better half were glued to the TV watching this Anwar Ibrahim Vs Shabery Chik debate thing.

And I only have one sentence for it - I just can’t stop laughing!.

Lets just wait for what our local papers and their ‘liputan meluas’ on this issue. I tell you, we are going to be pecah perut ketawa.  Badut in the making.

Some people, afterall like to play dumb. Period.

Damia & Razin

Damia dan Razin
Sepupu tapi tidak sebulu
Jalan sehala tidak sebahu
Bersatu dalam keluarga yang satu

Damia dan Razin
Perempuan dan lelaki, tidak sebati
Saling memandang tapi berkelahi
Masam mencuka berkerut dahi
Masih sedarah, keturunan yang jati

Damia dan Razin
Karekter berbeza, dua personaliti
Tidak berkongsi, namun memerhati
Tiada kompromi, tidak membenci
Tiada bicara,  sesekali berkongsi

Damia dan Razin
Tidak sebaya, pantang bersua
Sesekali bertemu, bermuka muka
Bertekak bergaduh, kadang terluka
Masih sejiwa, hati mungkinkah suka ??

 
ibu@hani @ 140708
(nota kaki - the beautiful shot of Damia & Razin)

My Razin Turns 3

He is my apple that tastes strawberry
He is my happiness, at times goes awry
Now that you turns three, I pray
May Allah watch over you till eternity
Amen

Dad was away outstation, kak long was away at school, and it was rather a private and ‘quiet’ birthday do for my youngest that turned 3 years on Saturday, 12 July 2008.

We had our moments tho. His dad called as early as 7 am to wish his son happy besday. We all do. We sang him happy birthday song as he got up from his sleep only to his cry. He he. To his horror, that bangun tidor je, his mom (me-lah ), Abang Ngah, Kak Sarah and Kak Syaza were almost shouting singing away his birthday song…

We love you great, greatly. Looking at you today, cant really express how I felt for you. Ibu doakan Razin will be blessed with so much of love and happiness. May Allah grants you His blessing to be a good Insan.

Eventually, 4 years ago also on 12th July, another lovely boy arrived on the same date as Razin’s. No other then Adib Zafran. Adib is the second son for one of my favourite anak sedara, Ira.

Happy Happy Birthday Adib. Ibu loves you and hope you had a great time.

We went to celebrate his birthday on Saturday, and look who also ‘menyibuk’ potong another birthday cake. Ha ha ha. Apa apa lah boys… janji korang happy.

Much later at home, my birthday boy with his ‘one’ of the many birthday presents. I love you darling. More then anything at all in this life.

Hope you had a great time.  Lets wait for Ayah to come back and claim another present kay, or may be another birthday do, bbq may be? hmmm….

This is so sad

In the spirit of the holy Friday, just one quick update to share this sad story of Allahyarhamah Adik Aina Mardiah Shahrial, 17.  Read Rocky’s Bru HERE for this very touchy story.

I have always had this tiny regret being a Malaysian. Call me ungrateful, but feel me..

Al fatihah.

Why Did I Get Married

Oh no. Friday again.

For starters, I feel like introducing this newbie in blogging (I think-lah).  This person appears as Silentladyk here at my blog. Correct me if Im wrong, but she has just started her hands on at blogging with learningbaby.wordpress.com  Read up guys. Not too bad really. I liked her style of writing and enjoyed reading her first few posts.  Welcome aboard friend and thank you for the link. It is indeed my honour and kudos.

Next, I want to share with you guys this one DVD that was handed over by my darling Sherry few days back. I watched it like twice already since. The DVD, Why Did I Get Married.  Yup, agreed - what a title huh… but, let me just explain a bit about this one kay.

My thumbs up for this movie, I strongly recommend.  For some reason, I think this piece did not reach our cinemas but according to Sherry, there was a huge coverage for this movie in Oprah’s. Now that should ring the bell rite.

So anyway, this movie is kinda heavy for me, can be bit slow to some.  A very honest movie, brilliant piece.  Why I said honest?.  Well this movie is about all of us. Watching this movie is like having people telling you what our life is all about in a movie kinda-thing. Being married of course.

Ultimately, there are lessons behind this movie. Love does make us do crazy things after all. We all mess up, some worse then others but if it takes this movie here to make us to see things clearer and clearly and may be from a different perspective it is, so lets be it- lah.

Afterall, don’t we all want to be happily married ever after, till end of time it is?

Honest though, I dont really know how to re-cap this movie. But you should watch it. It is about us. I asked my friend where did she got this piece, and she was like kedai DVD lah !

So, hit the store and get a copy. Its worth it. Trust me. In the meantime, I found this beautiful clip/song for the movie. Oh btw, the singer, Janet Jackson, happens to lead this Why Did I Get Married. Enjoy guys and have a lovely weekend ahead. Muahs…

Crazy me

I dont even know how to begin writing this. Perhaps if I cut short the story, then may be I would be able to come up with something.

But I caught my eldest son lying yesterday. Big time. Huge lie. Tremendous sin.

We were in the car and I asked him to get out of my car. At that very moment, honest I did not know what was going on inside my head. All I remembered was that I was angry and I asked him to leave my car and I drove off almost immediately.

I rang my better half soon after and told him what just happened. I must have done something terribly wrong that he was almost begging in between his tears that I turned back and find my son. He cautioned me of the wooooooorrrrrrrrrstttttttt that could have happened leaving my son at the roadside like more then 15 km from home!!

I parked my car and sat there for like 10 minutes thinking what have I done and how to remedy the situation.

I turned, went looking for him but failed. My clock showed 6 pm and by 7 pm, I still could not locate him.

I made few calls, seek some help.  And I found him like half an hour later.

I have not spoken to my son till this very moment. And I am still angry and dissapointed.

My better half promised that he will handle this matter this time round and that is exactly what I am going to do.

This is the father and son kinda thing. I rest my case.

Bottle to go

My boy is going to turn 3 this saturday.

I met him on my way out to work today and he was ignoring me as he was hooked to his milk bottle. The bottle was empty and he was just merely biting it.

He gave me that dissapoint-angry sort-of look as I pulled the empty bottle from his mouth. I told him that deal with the fact that come Saturday as you are turning 3, I am going to throw away all your bottles. Told him its about time you take your milk from glass. You are a big boy now.

And I ended up arguing with his ‘other’ mother a.k.a bibik.

She is in total disagreement, claiming that he is still small and will find it hard to put him to his sleep. Oh okay, so she is analysing this matter now for me?.

So what I did this morning, I walked back in into my  kitchen, I simply took one of his ’series’ of bottles and I threw it into the dustbin! Right in front of my son blank-empty look and his bibik widened eyes and I walked away to my car.

From a distance, I heard my boy started his usual cry with no tears thing.

I lowered my car window and told him with this huge grin at my face, “I am still your mother you know, and I looooooove you”.

 

I left for work. 

I am sorry hun but mark my word manja, another one bottle will go into that same dustbin in another day or two