Thursday, 28 August 2014

Captured

Sometimes, watching your youngest occupied with his daily tasks did wonders to uplift my spirit.

Alhamdulillah, a simple pleasure in life. But gratifying.

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

As I was passing by...

As I was riding the motorbike (with my husband) yesterday, I had the most profound memories.

I live in the same neighbourhood for the past 30 years.
My parents used to rent a house nearby our area, and when the neighbourhood opens up, they are the early settlers. When I got married, my parents searched for our current house, and the fact that everything is easily located, and we had a matured neighbourhood nailed it. The shops, banks, schools and other amenities is nearby.

So, I can safely said that my kids went to the same school as their mom. In fact, when the numbers of school children increased, the school was break into two sessions: the morning and afternoon session. I was one of the early batches who had to do 6 months morning session and 6 months afternoon session. My mom find it hard to keep track whether we were in the morning or afternoon session.

And I always told the stories of how our neighbourhood grows. When we were in the car, going somewhere, I would point out to my husband the new and old buildings, and said something along the line, "When I was small..."

I used to follow my mom to pasar malam when I was in primary school. When I went there recently, the pasar malam hawkers still have plenty of familiar faces.

I remembered there was a Chinese uncle, who will be selling breads from his motorbike everyday without fail around 6 p.m. When I entered secondary school, his son follows his footstep. There will be two motorbikes (in front was the uncle, and behind was the son).

Ours are not so much an urban area, maybe some would say it is semi urban.

Not everyone is rich in this neighbourhood.
My son has a friend who live with his grandmother, and was raised by his grandmother, because his mother has gone to heaven. He never met his father. The kid starting selling some loom bands for his grandmother, to earn extra monies. I wish the kid has a better future, insya' Allah.

Some memories that I had. Hmm..

Saturday, 23 August 2014

A tortoise in the house

Senang bela haiwan-haiwan gini. Hehe..

Friday, 15 August 2014

What Fateh brings home

A fish!

Monday, 4 August 2014

Syawal 2014

Akhirnya, balik beraya di Kelantan! Yey...

Saya (mungkin) antara spesis yang terakhir yang tidak ada pelan data. Makanya, sakan beraya tanpa gadjet di tangan. Bertolak pada hari Sabtu jam 11 malam dan tiba di kampung pada jam 10 pagi. Kampung sangat jauh, bersempadan dengan Siam.

Kali pertama membawa Faiq balik beraya di Kelantan. Tahun ini, tema baju kami warna biru laut.

Sebelum balik beraya, Faiq demam sekejap-sekejap selama 20 hari. Jadi kemungkinan terpaksa beraya di hospital pun ada juga. Dibawa jumpa pakar kanak-kanak, alhamdulillah, Faiq sihat.

Inilah dia aksi Faiq dalam baju Melayu.

Adik ambilkan gambar. Pertama kali nampak rupaku tidak bulat. Hahahaha...
Oh gambar beramai-ramai dalam kamera ayahku.

Tahu tak anak jantan sibuk kira duit raya hari-hari. Yang tak tahan, Fateh menangis bila ibunya simpankan duit raya. Aduh, nak, jangan jadi mata duitan. Jadilah akauntan macam ibu.

Raya kedua, Selasa, rumah nenek tiada air. Menumpang mandi di rumah makcik-makcik kami. Sudahlah ramai yang datang berkampung. Masalah tiada air ini berlaku tiap-tiap tahun pada Hari Raya. Hehehe...


Raya ketiga dan keempat, sibuk dengan kenduri sepupu di Kota Bharu. Yang lebih-lebih naik pelamin bukan pengantin tapi anak sendiri. Tok Ayahnya melayan.

Raya kelima, Jumaat, singgah di Jerteh. Beraya di rumah makcik-makcik yang menetap di Terengganu.

Nak cakap mereka ini anak bandar, ada sepupu ajak mandi sungai belakang rumah makcik. Terus mereka berlari ikut. Tak sempat ibunya nak menjerit suruh tukar baju dulu.


Balik ke rumah hari Sabtu. Sudah berjanji dengan makcik yang lagi seorang singgah tidur rumah dia pula kalau balik sana lagi. Balik seminggu rasa tak cukup.