Thursday, 24 July 2008
This is also a dedication to the man that I called my husband in the month of his birthday.
We have been online friends since 1998, I have never seen his face and only get to know him in person in year 2000. Yes, 2 years of friendship through ICQ /YM / AOL.
I find him annoying when he keep asking me whether I sell curry puff or not. Our conversation at ICQ / YM / AOL will always start like this:
"berapa banyak karipap dah jual hari ni?"
For those of you who got confused with how I was tagged with curry puff, I acted in a pantomime during student's orientation (1999/2000 MMU intake). I was selected to mime the heroine's voice during the performance, but somehow was upgraded to take part and be one of the 'main' leads in the play (of course, I am not considered main when there are 4 heroines in the story line!).
I was the second person to appear in the play, after the nerdy hero was on stage (this pantomime was a very funny one!). Quite a dramatic entrance, I think. The nerdy hero was daydreaming while I walked in front of him and he dropped his book. The background sound was - 'I Can't Get Enough of You Baby'.
The curry puff scene goes on like this, I was walking to be inside the classroom prop, with me assigned to be beside the hero. When I opened my tupperware and took some curry puff to eat, of course the hero's script will be like this: "Wah, awek sebelah ni minat karipap la. Sama macam aku. Adakah ini suratan atau kebetulan?"
So there goes the joke of being labelled 'awek karipap'. And of course, the play was such a hit that the nerdy hero was well sought by the new intake.. heheh :P
Of course since at MMU we have been chatting quite a lot, I found this amusing that even his roommates would start the conversation with me about curry puff. Hehe.. My husband was then studying in Cyberjaya while I stayed in Melaka. We were in the Orientation Committee in Melaka(cum faciliator during the 1999/2000 intake), but we never meet face to face.
He was actually very very very shy with women because he was from an all boy high school since Form 1. I even thought he was from KISAS from his chatting style. Actually, I did get the shock of my life when I found out from Aini that he is not from any Islamic school background. Duh.. And yes, his roommate (Abang Faizal) had to explain to me that he is one shy guy, and it was a big request when I said I have never know him face to face for 2 years.
My next door hostel neighbour, Huda actually know him and said that since I keep grumbling to him about not knowing who he is, maybe both of us can go and meet him, since his best friend had send something to be passed to my friend. That happened in year 2000.
We first met in the library. He was standing near the library check out counter. Since I just want to know which one is him, our conversation goes on like this (with my friend, of course).
Huda: This is abang ***
Me: Assalamualaikum (stared at him up and down). Ok bye!
Of course, he asked me why I only took like less than 5 minutes to analyse him. I still have no idea why I did that. Maybe I was expecting he would look some way different (I always find out that the picture our online friends painted about their own selves are really different from the real person).
So our online conversation would be on and off for a while, and he asked us (again, my neighbour joined in) to meet him and his friends (mind you, we actually meet due to being a friend.) And we have just finished an event at that time, Raya celebration I suppose, with SRC as the organiser (fuh, I remembered that I was hungry at that time, being one of the organisers). Of course we took the opportunity to meet him since one of our friends DID save lots of satay after the event. We keep eating like there's no tomorrow (did I told you I WAS HUNGRY?).
After knowing him in person, for 2 times, and lots of online chatting involved, I started to like him a lot. After assessing his personality, I plucked some courage, and asked him (of courselah, this is me you guys/girls are talking about kan? 'Perigi cari timba' type) whether he is single or not.
And could you imagine that I approached him (online of course, I never got the courage to say it face to face), and he said something like this:
"Ruginya, kalau Aida cakap 2 minggu lagi awal.."
"Sebab Aida lagi baik daripada girlfriend abang sekarang"
Now, both lines were actually devastating. He actually just considered himself an item with another girl 2 weeks before I approached him.
Of course, the 'perigi' could not find her 'timba' at this point.
And this story of a girl approaching a guy actually become quite an inspiration among my guy juniors (and also among the guys in my batch!). They always asked me why I approached the guy in the first place, so my answer would be
"Orang laki yang baik tak ramai kat dunia ni. Kak Aida rasa, kalau kak Aida tunggu, lagi susah nak jumpa lelaki baik."
And there goes the joke, that kak Aida has the guts, of course the other girls should follow my footstep (eh, ape dah punya lesson of the story).
.. TO BE CONTINUED... (whether in this post or next post)
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
Sebab apa lambat baca? Sebab tiap-tiap kalu aku mula membaca, aku akan menangis. Jadi, aku harus letak tepi novel ini dahulu.
Why am I crying? You have to read the book to notice that this novel is a semi autobiography of Indonesian children, who struggled for living, but cherish education. I wish I was like them, to know the value of education and strive harder during my school days.
Andrea Hirata: Asking all the right questions, from the start to The End
Emmy Fitri , The Jakarta Post , Jakarta
Sun, 05/04/2008 10:06 AM
Initially, Andrea Hirata was trying only to reconcile himself with his bitter past when he decided to write about the earliest fragments of his life.
One thing in his mind was to share his manuscripts with childhood friends who had been in the same boat.
Living with a lack of almost everything is traumatic, especially for children, he said recently.
"It's a real struggle to go back in time to growing up in a poor neighborhood (in Belitung), while next to our place was a giant state mining company that had all the luxuries in the world to offer its staff and their families," said Andrea who was born on Oct. 24.
He is very strict about not revealing the year in which he was born, not wanting readers of his semi-autobiographical novel to confuse fact with fiction.
Never mind though, the way in which he tells his story is so frank that, without knowing exactly when it took place, it's not hard to guess.
An economics graduate of the University of Indonesia, Andrea received a scholarship from the European Union, which allowed him to take his master's degree at the Universite de Paris, Sorbonne, and at Sheffield Hallam University in the UK.
"(But) my childhood period lingers within me. My memories of that period of my life are the fondest. I learned then about sincerity, friendship and the many virtues that perhaps today's children cannot learn from their environments the way I did."
Andrea seemed to find his panacea when he decided to write. He could not stop. His debut novel Laskar Pelangi (Rainbow Warriors) was completed in less than six months.
The alive and fluid narrative of the novel, complemented with the vivid details of the old-time setting, as well as the right angle to put the story in a contemporary context, are the sterling outcome of Andrea's struggle to overcome his past bitterness.
"A friend in Bandung read the manuscript and urged me to send it to a publisher," said Andrea who now resides in Bandung and works at the state telecommunications company.
In his preface to The Portrait of a Lady, literary giant Henry James once said that perhaps a better way to approach the question of defining the greatness of great literature would be to ask questions about personal experience and the use made of it.
James said all art is expression, and the thing expressed is personal experience, either external or internal; the congruence between the experience and the expression is also an issue.
"There is, I think, no more nutritive or suggestive truth in this connection than that of the perfect dependence of the *moral' sense of a work of art on the amount of felt life concerned in producing it."
"The question comes back thus, obviously, to the kind and degree of the artist's prime sensibility.
Andrea's case may fit this description.
His riveting novel (or memoir to be precise) has breathed a new air into the Indonesian literary world, which, in recent years, has been dominated by religious hardcore or pop culture-related works as well as teen-lit.
The popularity of the book is evident as millions of copies of Laskar Pelangi have been sold at home. The book is also sought after in neighboring Malaysia. Yogyakarta-based publishing house Bentang said police had recently confiscated a truckload of pirated copies of Laskar Pelangi.
The book is the first in the Laskar Pelangi tetralogy. The three other volumes are Sang Pemimpi (The Dreamer), Edensor and Maryamah Karpov. Edensor was nominated for the country's prestigious Khatulistiwa Literary Award last year.
Only the hit novel Ayat-Ayat Cinta (Verses of Love) by Habiburahman Er Razy outsells Andrea's books.
It is hard to believe that he only recently developed a reading habit.
In fact, in his own words, Andrea said,"I begin to read fiction only after writing Laskar Pelangi."
"I think what matters most in literary work is the context, not the text," he said.
Now that his best-selling novel is about to be adapted for the big screen, Andrea said he was very fortunate because the wide-screen adaptation was being handled by the country's best filmmakers: Riri Riza and Mira Lesmana.
Friday, 18 July 2008
The challenge is quiet simple, to live for less for a week.
Here are some rules about it, and my experience after watching it (konon nak implementlah):
1. No TV for a week
Yang ini susah sikit, sebab engraved in our life. Tapi my hubby & I memang jenis bukan lekat depan TV. Kami tak ikut sangat siri-siri kat TV tu, kalau ada, tengoklah, kalau takde, tak kisah. So weekdays memang tak tengok TV except for news (which I boycott, peninglah tgk berita kat Malaysia ni). Bagi can anak-anak tengok Pink Panthers atau Tom & Jerry.
Lepas tengok Oprah last Monday tu, terus enforce rules. Hahaha..
Anak boleh tengok kartun sampai 8 malam je, lepas tu tak boleh on dah TV. Kalau on pun, jam 8 malam tengok berita (jarang sangat dah ni).
Our weakness is, kalau ada cerita best, kami boleh tengok berulang dan berulang dan berulang. Like last month, when Channel 413 premiered the short lived Smith series (ish, memang best betul. Kenapalah US network cancel this series?), or The Shawshank Redemption, or Forrest Gump.
But at least, we tried kan?
2. No computer / phone for a week except 1 hour to finish homework
In our case, we got so engrossed with the Internet (since Streamyx was installed in our home). Last 2 months, I already enforce the rule that we should not use the Internet at home. The reason for this, to spend more quality times with the kids. Ada masa memang hubby/myself pasang, but it will be less than 1 hour when I started shouting to NOT use the Internet.
About phone, hmm.. necessities gak ni. Since both of us memang bukan jenis bergayut kat telefon. Kalau telefon pun hanya untuk inform this or that.
3. No shopping except for food for a week
Yang ini oklah, since our nafsu on shopping was not much. Kadang-kadang pening kalau pergi jalan kat luar, mesti balik rumah after 2 hours ronda-ronda kat shopping complex. Memang takde nafsu betul nak gi jenguk dan belek barang.
My hubby likes to shop with me, sebab dia tahu I am not easily strayed from my shopping path. Kalau kata nak pergi Tesco, beli lampin pakai buang.. memang itu jelah yang dibeli, with other household necessities.
4. Eat what was cooked for the family
The basic idea is, not to do a variety of dishes to cater for different family members and you will also not waste your food (compared to when you do variety of fishes). Yang ni senang sikit nak follow, sebab anak-anak tak memilih makanan. Tapi bab cooking for the family tu, fail sikit. Sebab tak sempat since I am also working kan?
By the end of the Oprah's show, the families admitted, they spend more time with their own family and took up hobbies such as reading or cycling.
In a way, the challenge improved their communication with each other, and they realised, this is the way people lived before technology such as TV/phone/Internet came by.
I should also be aiming to live for less! Huh...
Thursday, 17 July 2008
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
Hand, foot and mouth disease (HFMD) is a human syndrome caused by intestinal viruses of the Picornaviridae family. The most common strains causing HFMD are Coxsackie A virus and Enterovirus 71 (EV71).
HFMD usually affects infants and children, and is quite common. It is moderately contagious and is spread through direct contact with the mucus, saliva, or feces of an infected person. It typically occurs in small epidemics in nursery schools or kindergartens, usually during the summer and autumn months. The usual incubation period is 3-7 days.
Anak teruna kena HFMD. Semalam EL lah jawabnya. Memang kalau tengok rekod cuti, of courselah my EL is on monthly basis. Yelah, dah namanya anak sakit kan, even if I grumbled about the EL (sebab kes malu dengan boss), I have to take since we have no one to depend upon (no maid, no nearby unworking relative). Sakit-sakit pun, anak kita juga kan? Penat lelah nak besarkan ni, macam-macam.
Since the husband also insist he doesn't want to miss his Quran Arabic classes in the office yesterday, I took EL. So today, it's his turn and we are waiting for my MIL (she is one sweet lady) to come and look for Fahri. I think if MIL couldn't make it, I have to alternatively take day off with hubby.
The fever started on Friday. The gelembung berbiji-biji started on Saturday.
Fahri's hand was bitten by Fawwaz actually last 2 Sundays. It was so bad, that the cut would not stop bleeding (hilang separuh kuku Fahri). The case; Fawwaz wanted Fahri's chocolate and Fahri was holding the chocolate with his left fingers.
Jadi dah duduk kat nurseri, bercampur dengan budak-budak. Maybe he touched some toys, or maybe his milk bottle was contaminated. Terkena pula dengan saliva budak yang baru baik viral fever. That's when the virus entered Fahri's body.
I noticed his saliva was dripping non stop (meleleh air liur) on Thursday. I found out that he actually had ulcer inside his mouth (after the check up). Dah ada ulser, kes masuk tangan dalam mulut, tangan dengan kaki pun kenalah gelembung berbiji-biji itu.
I hoped that Mynie's 2 kids (kenduri aqiqah Afiefah makan sedap!) and Kak Ida's 4 sons tak kena HFMD. Yang maknya, ala buta sikit.. ingat tak ada apa since the doctor said not to worry, and we have to treat it normally. Bagi makan ubat demam, selsema, batuk and sapu-sapu krim sikit kat badan anak. Doktor pun kata, sekarang ni antibodi anak jelah yang melawan virus dalam badan tu.
Alhamdulillah, dah beberapa hari berlalu ni.. gelembung-gelembung semua dah surut. Kalau tengok hari Ahad malam Isnin tu, meleleh je air mata. Yang si anak dok tergaru sana sini. He even refused direct feeding sebab tak tahan dengan sakit mulut cum ulser tu.
Apa-apa hal pun, bersyukur anak kita dilahirkan dengan sempurna di dunia. Anggap sahajalah sakit anak-anak ni kafarah dosa kita, dan mengajar untuk kita lebih bersabar.
Alkisahnya, berjumpa dengan adik kawan Ahad lepas. Dia nak beli botol susu BPA free, anak warded kena jaundice. Lahir masa 36 minggu.. insya Allah anak dia akan selamat. Found out the baby refused direct breastfeeding, jadi kawan saya dok pump every 3-4 hours untuk bagi susu ibu dalam botol. Ini kes exclusively pumping lah kan.
Sebagai ibu, semestinya kita hendak yang terbaik untuk anak-anak kan. Anak-anak kurang sihat pun, masih anak kita. Kita yang dok mengandungkan dia dan menanti kelahiran dia. Untuk kawan-kawan saya, bersabarlah. Allah takkan uji dengan apa yang kita tak mampu hadapi.
Friday, 11 July 2008
Tuesday, 8 July 2008
IT WAS REALLY TIRING!
Obviously, I am complaining. And when I said it was tiring, I always console myself that it will pass by (just a phase of my life).
Yes, yes with 5 y.o., 4 y.o. and 1 y.o. in the house, sometimes I wonder how I managed it.
I remembered that after I finished my confinement period, my husband had to go out since my SIL asked him to buy a laptop. I was left with the 3 kids. Since that is the first time I had to handle the 3 of them at the same time, I did cry! Fawwaz was potty trained at that time (you could never imagined, he is always asking to go to the toilet till today), Amni was hungry, while Fahri was still non-stop lactating with me. When he came back, I never told him this, but I did cry a lot waiting for him to reach home (I think he figured this out when I frantically keep SMS-ing and calling him every half hour).
I thanked him for being helpful with the house chores, and when Fahri was 1 y.o., I take it easy. My husband managed to enroll for his Kursus Umum Bahasa Arab at UIA, and I was left alone with the kids on Monday and Wednesday evenings. It was easy when the kids grow up, that I even had some time to cook the meals. Alhamdulillah, my husband was not that fussy about me cooking or not, that we always resort tapauing foods for our dinner.
When you have 1 kid, you will tell yourself it was tiring.
When you have 2 kids, you will also tell yourself it was tiring.
And when you have 3 kids, sometimes you have to hide inside the store, to even get some space for yourself (which I found this quiet amusing) and breathe in.
Amazingly, with 3 small kids in the household, I find it was so easy to care for 1 kid rather than 2 kids, or for 2 kids rather than 3 kids. When some of my friends spanked me for not cooking, I would amuse myself with the thoughts that they only have 1 or 2 kids, while I have 3 with NO maid.. HAHAH :P
With the husband going outstations nowadays, yes, it was tiring. But before he left, I would manage to stock up the foods in our house, so that I do not have to think about cooking when I came back from work (when he is away from home).
Anyway, when I get back from work, I would do some basic household chores such as laundering, prepare the kids' bags to the nursery, cooking/eating (hahaha), store EBMs inside the freezer and prepare for tomorrow's EBM.
For my husband, he would handle the kids in the morning, before we go out to work. He will ensure them brush their teeth, take their medications, and take the EBMs that I stored for Fahri's consumption at the nursery.
We are surviving, eventhough you have to close one eye when you see the toys scattered in our household :P
Friday, 4 July 2008
In memory of Ewan Ariff, 4 February 2007 - 3 July 2008
She is one strong lady.
I have known her only scantily, but she was in our breastfeeding support group. Her boy died yesterday, caused by biliary atresia. I know it was not easy for her to be strong, but she was always cheerful talking about herself and her family.
In fact, eventhough her baby was diagnosed with the disease, and the doctor only gave 1 year to live, her boy was strong. He went on to live for 5 more months after his 1st birthday.
I was aware of the fact that her baby was special, but to make this even more special, is the mother herself. I am sure Ewan was well loved by her parents. She told us, she was always prepared for the worst consequences of the disease. But she always remained calm and even cheered us up with her writings.
Ewan was not gaining weight, and the doctor said he should be at the required weight to go for the surgery needed to adverse the affect of the disease. At that point, my friend told us in writings, she will ensure Ewan will be surrounded by the people who always love and cherish him.
Here is what happened yesterday, from my friend's view:
Ok semalam ku redah pegi rumah Oshin/Aznie...sampai rumah dia dalam kul 7
tapi Aznie kuar pergi beli makanan untuk orang tahlil so koci n husband pergi
sembahyang dulu then dalam 7.45pm pergi semula rumah MIL aznie...
Aznie look very strong, its either i cant really see her face sebab gelap n
semua orang sembang kat luar nak tunggu tahlil but her face as usual very
cheerfull...kalau koci dah sure nangis sembab2 mata dah, tak boleh nak bercerita
Ok this is what she told me, on the day before and night before Ewan dah
muntah2 n berak...semua benda yang masuk mulut dia akan keluar semula which it
was one of the sign...then Ewan jugak selsema n demam sebab jangkit dengan
sepupu dia yang sama2 duduk rumah tu...
Sekitar pukul 12.45pm semalam Ewan nangis menjerit tak henti, n tangan dah
kejang, jari dah biru and gasping for air, Aznie call husband dia , and her
husband merempit balik rumah dalam masa 25 minutes immediately terus pergi ke
Salam Medical Centre. Dalam kereta Ewan memang susah bernafas, badan dah lembik,
but still Aznie tried tomake him cry so that he can gasp for air sambil gosok2
belakang Ewan, mata dah pandang satu ke kanan satu ke kiri, sebaik sampai
hospital azan zohor berkumandang Ewan telah meninggalkan kita...
Dr dah cuba apa yang terdaya untuk selamatkan Ewan tapi ALLAH lebih
menyayanginya...they bring back Ewan and surprising Aznie was so tough that she
can drive home while her husband hold Ewan ...sampai saje rumah MIL aznie, atuk
Ewan dah menangis meraung, atuk Ewan cakap..."Maafkan atukk..."bonding between
atuk n cucu is so strong...i cant imagine that
Koci tak dapat tunggu hingga tahlil sebab danish tinggal kat rumah, so kami
balik dalam kul 8.30 sampai rumah dalam 9.20pm dah...balik rumah aje terus peluk
danish...teringat masa zaman masa2 mula pregnant dulu, koci n aznie pregnant at
about the same time...dia batch koci, ehem, dane,nuds,limau,apricot dll masa
BF...koci sempat berjumpa Ewan dan dapat kenali Ewan, Aznie dan Azwan
sekeluarga...pemergian Ewan terasa di hati seperti anak sendiri...
Dan hari ni genaplah Ewan 1 tahun 5 bulan...Ewan telah pergi
Al-Fatihah buat Ewan Ariff
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Seorang kawan saya (jangan spekulasi, bukan ex-MMU) menangis bila membacanya. Saya kira, normal sahaja reaksi begitu. Dia menangis bersungguh-sungguh dan memberitahu suaminya mempunyai kekasih lain. Hati saya diruntun syahdu. Pendek kata, kehidupan mereka suami isteri umpama berjumpa sebulan sekali, kerana jarak jauh. Dia pernah bercerita, kisah sang suami yang memarahinya apabila dia menelefon di tengah malam ingin berkisah tentang anak yang susah tidur malam atau ketika si isteri hanya merindukan suaminya.
Di saat umur saya di akhir 20-an, saya menyangka saya akan bertemu kisah mengenai suami bermain kayu tiga, atau kisah rakan yang bercerai, hanya pada ketika umur saya di ambang 30an. Ternyata saya silap.
Kadang-kadang saya tersentak dengan kenyataan dunia. Saya pula yang rasa dunia sungguh tidak adil apabila berlaku perkara-perkara seperti itu. Ketika di universiti, saya tidak nafikan, ramai berpendapat zaman bercinta asyik masyuk. Saya terkenang tulisan Ustaz Hasrizal yang menyatakan bahawa bercinta bukan sekadar utopia, tetapi ketika berkahwin, masukkan sekali urusan lampin.
Dalam hal ini, saya respect dengan seorang kawan saya, Kak Ina. Sudah berkahwin hampir 12 tahun, dan suami duduk jarak jauh dengan dia dan anak-anak. Rumahtangga masih teguh.
Saya juga pernah kenal seorang AGM, yang sanggup balik setiap hujung minggu dari KL-Alor Setar kerana keluarganya di sana. Sudah berapa kali AGM tersebut meminta ditukarkan ke Kedah, tetapi sehingga ke hujung perkhidmatannya, dia masih berulang alik dari sana. Itulah keteguhan hati sang suami / si bapa!
Semalam, ketika saya berborak dengan Aini dalam perjalanan pulang, pendek kata, benda-benda ini tidak akan berlaku - "Sebelah tangan bertepuk tidak akan berbunyi". It takes two to tango. Sekiranya si suami sedar akan tanggungjawabnya, dia tidak akan bertango dengan orang lain selain isterinya.
Dalam e-mel yang pernah saya terima dari seorang rakan, artikel itu bertajuk, "Don't lose that 90% that you already have".
A very meaningful article indeed, to share
Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have."Wow, this girl in my office is a real looker. I'm crazy about her because she's also understanding, intelligent, tender - so many things that my spouse is not."
Somewhere along the way, you'll find a woman or a man who will be more charming or sensitive. More alluring. More thoughtful. Richer. Greater sex appeal. And you will find a woman or man who will need you and pursue you and go loco over you more than your spouse ever did.
Because no wife or husband is perfect.
Because a spouse will only have 90% of what you're looking for. So adultery takes place when a husband or wife looks for the missing 10%.
Let's say your wife is melancholic by nature. You may find yourself drawn to the pretty clerk who has a cherry laughter. Or because your wife is a homebody in slippers and pyjamas, smelling of garlic and fish oil, you may fall for a fresh-smelling young sales representative that visits your office in a sharp black blazer, high heels,and a red pencil-cut skirt.
Or because your husband is the quiet type, your heart may skip a beat when you meet an old college flame who has the makings of a talk show host.
But wait! That's only 10% of what you don't have.
Don't throw away the 90% that you already have! Add to your spouse's 90% the 100% that represents all the years that you have been with each other.
The storms you have weathered together.
The unforgettable moments of sadness and joy as a couple.
The many adjustments you have made to love the other.
The wealth of memories that you've accumulated as lovers.
Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have. But faithfulness happens when you start thanking God for what you already have.
But I'm not just talking about marriage. I'm talking about life! About your jobs. About your friends. About your children. About your lifestyles.
Are you like the economy airline?
The main message:If you start appreciating what you have right now, wherever you are is FIRST CLASS!