Aunty, Mak Long, Periyamma !
3 days of running around, my dear third sister gave birth to a baby boy on Thursday 27th May 2010 at 12.59noon. Both mother and son are good. That makes me officially Aunty...hmmm...i kind of like that. Its part of being a mother too. When i first saw him...can't express the feeling of unbelievable, a new generation is born.
My father can't help to smile all along and my mom still kinda lost..as her last birth was 16 years ago. But somehow the skill comes back literally. I guess mother's instinct can't run far. She just know exactly how to lift the baby up..nurse it..care of my sister..all just fall into places.
27 years ago, it was Eid afternoon, i was only 7 years old. Running up and down at my grandmother's house...while my mother already in labour pain..2pm this 3rd sister of mine was born. I remember her as very tiny Winny baby, tan skin, darker than mine with huge sparkling eyes. Her skin was always the flawless among us.
She is vain in her way..firm and always listen to what my father has to say. My dad loves her a bit extra as i know it though among all i m still his blue eye...lol.
And now..she is the first to make a mother among us siblings.
I m proud of her..she after all always MY BLUE EYE..always. Before she went into labour ; a simple text message from her touched my heart deeply.
"I m going into the room now, wish me luck and dear sister ; i seek your forgiveness
from the bottom of my heart should i ever done
anything that hurt your feelings. Pray for me..may this path i conquer"
with teary eyes i reply her and wish her all the way....
my dear nephew is SYED MUHAMMAD ADNY BIN SYED MUHAMMAD ASWAD...
A Man, husband, father and grandfather - thats my father Mansor Arifin
My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
~Clarence Budington Kelland
Being single still at the age of 34 years old, staying on my own here in the city of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. I am my father’s biggest worry. I am first born from four siblings of all girls. Two of my sister which is younger to me already got married last year. One of them will due to give birth this June which will make my father – a grandfather. He can’t stop smiling upon learning that my sister is expecting. First grandchild for my family.
My father’s great inheritance to us is our opportunity to get good education. He said, life always has to be better than what we are before. My grandfather works hard to mend ends need. My father’s life was better than my grandfather. We, his daughters have to be much better than our father, which we did. And my father adds on further; our children’s life has to be better than what we are. The generation has to exhale.
To him education is very important as he shall not inherit us with wealth. He thought us on value of life. Always look at things beyond your two naked eyes. What you see is not always what is seems.
He was a very strict father ; still is today but not as much as like younger days. More mild and gentle in his own way. His rule those days is that..entertainment is merely and entertainment. Don't indulge in it too much of what life of celebrities that you need to keep abreast about. Thanks to that we never got our self carried away with it.
I remember during our childhood, we are simple family. Our household items are simple too. At times I do envy my friends which their parents keep update with the trend of time. I asked my father one day, why can't we change to larger tv set ? He said, i can equip this house with all sort of what in-trend but my dear daughter, 10 years from now it will be the same thing only more sophisticated. Its the same thing still. Instead of me buying all these things I would rather keep the money for your education. Which in later years I understand what he meant. Its true. Trends, fashion and flow of life will definitely move as times goes by.
My father retired in 2009. Nowadays he spend time fishing with friends. He reminded me again to always make sure that retirement fund is good. Cause at the end of our journey, being a burden to others means that we are killing our self softly.
If death come upon me, don't remember how i die ; remember how i live.
I learned to be a charitable person from him. At times sitting around in KL having meals..beggars are always around. I never fail to give even a dollar to them. A friend of mine one day told me of that i should not encourage it.
I said yes you are right ; but to me I won't go poor by giving a dollar. If this beggar is a scam; let him deal with his creator himself. My part its merely sincere donation. That I learn from my father.
This father’s day I have a message for him. No matter what his worries over me, faith of me is not in his hand. He has walked with me over this year; still walk with me. The path is mine to take. What’s good in me is from him, the other side is my own. I am just a little different than the rest of your daughters. It may not be a bed of roses of us always but we have a good life because he is a wonderful father. What we are today is because of him.
Ray of Light
Had a wonderful exhausting day today. Its already tommorow here. I just arrived home. Had a long conversation with by bestie...iron things out between us. At times, during frustration and heart broken moment..emotion often take control of us.
Being me kinda emotional base person ; i remember a personality test which i did that say, i wear emotions on my sleeves. Wow ! that bad huh....maybe i am..still trying not to be that obvious but can't help it.
Above all i hope things will get more better with me and my bestie. She is starting a new business now; need a helping hand. I can't abandon her. We settle our differences.
We have walk long miles together...13 years of friendship can't possibly be dust away; amen !
Sincerely, i love her to my bone. She is everything to me as much as what i am to her. Whatever problem that she is in now ; may god rescue her out as soon as possible, she has been in there longer that it should be. Love really can blind a person, beyond recall of insanity.
The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
I just finished reading The Kite Runner by an Afghanistan author name Khaled Hosseini. I must say a litle disturb but moved in a way. Story like this should make a good lesson on how to appreciate the peace and independent that we have nowadays.
This is my second story of such from this country that i have read. Earlier was a true story from Readest Digest that left me in tears. Makes me wonder again and makes me appreciate life even far more greater each time I felt like i m a loser in this life. While the actualy fact and truth i have not strive hard enough.
At times we do have dark secret of humiliation that we have done, humiliate enough that we regret it for the rest of our life; humilation enough for us not to tell anyone about it. Something so shameful ; often no matter how we try to escape, it will one day lead you back to where it started.
Its like already written somewhere that we have to at the end confront it; and make us at peace finally.
Reading stories or tales from was zone country at times can realy turn my stomach into water. It makes me want to puke !
I can never imagine such thing if it happen here. The scar will live forever. Even more worst if the tale comes from a children's eyes. How do we as an adult try to explain or try to brush their thought of trying to understand why such thing happens ?
Just take a look at our own love ones, children or siblings, parents..can we bear to see them in pain ? well thats what war is all about. The open rapped of humanity.
Life will never be the same again.
This book was made into a movie too.
This is my second story of such from this country that i have read. Earlier was a true story from Readest Digest that left me in tears. Makes me wonder again and makes me appreciate life even far more greater each time I felt like i m a loser in this life. While the actualy fact and truth i have not strive hard enough.
At times we do have dark secret of humiliation that we have done, humiliate enough that we regret it for the rest of our life; humilation enough for us not to tell anyone about it. Something so shameful ; often no matter how we try to escape, it will one day lead you back to where it started.
Its like already written somewhere that we have to at the end confront it; and make us at peace finally.
Reading stories or tales from was zone country at times can realy turn my stomach into water. It makes me want to puke !
I can never imagine such thing if it happen here. The scar will live forever. Even more worst if the tale comes from a children's eyes. How do we as an adult try to explain or try to brush their thought of trying to understand why such thing happens ?
Just take a look at our own love ones, children or siblings, parents..can we bear to see them in pain ? well thats what war is all about. The open rapped of humanity.
Life will never be the same again.
This book was made into a movie too.
Family Ties
Rassam, fried fish, curry ikan gelama and pongesore !...burrppppppppp......!!!!! nice dinner. Made even more nice with my parent's here. Am now at Taman Samudera, Batu Caves with my 3rd sister. She's counting due day to deliver....
now lepaking with my mom and sister ; updating current issue. Put up here tonight.
Me and best friend still not very good; me and kakak ok...i guess at time we just have to let go...too bad.
I believed in life, we either move forward or stagnant at one place. Nobody walk backwards. I changed and evolved according to the situation around it. I have move to forward.
For those who life is stagnant; I can't help it. Just because i don't dance to your tune anymore does not mean its over or i fail to appreciate the friendship that build.
Things changed, people changed we all do r - evolution - evolution ;it happens.
You and me ;example, we are definitely not the same person as what we use to be 10 years ago.
As human being we always look at things from our point of view, once a while try to be in others shoe's. Walk a mile or two then decide if what we felt matters or not.
What we see is often not what it seems. Look through your heart instead of your pair of eyes, its two different vission...trust me it is...
For those who life is stagnant; I can't help it. Just because i don't dance to your tune anymore does not mean its over or i fail to appreciate the friendship that build.
Things changed, people changed we all do r - evolution - evolution ;it happens.
You and me ;example, we are definitely not the same person as what we use to be 10 years ago.
As human being we always look at things from our point of view, once a while try to be in others shoe's. Walk a mile or two then decide if what we felt matters or not.
What we see is often not what it seems. Look through your heart instead of your pair of eyes, its two different vission...trust me it is...
TGIF
happy morning
kinda sleepy, my beautiful sleepy eyes which ready to depart to dream land was interupted by a phone call. That wee hours?..why can't they choose another better time. Well, this guy i've known him for a while ; aussie based. Used to chat with him on the phone all the way from there to me ( he does the calling). Then i got a litle busy with my new job...things drifted a way between us.
I have not heard from him for months; then last night decided to call me. After a month he got back; great ! he did say that he called me at about 5am one morning, upon arriving into KLIA to supprise me but i was in my deep sleep. He said i mumble somthing like; give me a ring in the morning and don't disturb me. He got upset and decide not to keep in touch with me.
by this time my eyes open wide...damm irritated, but keep it cool. i need my damm sleep.
right now...as much a litle sorry i felt but honestly, i couldn't be bothered. He got his supprised anyway...i was in deep sleep..its 5 am for god sake. is it my fault ?..
Good Nite ! Golden Dreams !
Sent out all the invitation/anoucement for my new baby. Got a comment to change this picture cause my nose appear to be the centre of highlight...hmmmm...lucky he give thumbs up on the opening and a pat on my back for starting this after 'dreaming' about it like forever....
thanks mahin....really appreciate it... :)
to Justin - my die hard follower from today..lol..thanks too bro !
GOOD NITE AND GOLDEN DREAMS
Here Goes.....
wow weeeee.....its 5 months already in this 2010 and here i am attempt to start my new baby...blogging...whats holding me back...well lots of things....do not wish to bore anyone about it.....better late than never (applicable to certain things..not all)bottom line...its another year..new challange new page...time flies...hours moved leave us with no
return.
I m on my new job now, after wondering around for almost a year since the hay day.
Life is tough..not a bed of roses but ain't that bad either. Someone once told me this there was
a man, he cry cause he got no shoe, the he turn around and saw another man with no legs ; he then stop crying. I remember that till today everytime i feel like to complain or bitching about something.
Lets take it from here.....Kia Ora !
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