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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

My daughter after a year...

Looking at my pictures folder...i see that after only 1 year....Tun Nur Safiya's pictures are already half of what i have for 33 years...here's some of it....






The best part is...she loves books...

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

2011

Dah terlalu lama tak menulis, so...since dah cuti panjang ni...terasa la jugak nak menulis. Sejak kali terakhir post kat blog ni...terlalu banyak dah perkara yang berlaku...anak pun dah setahun...lutut pun dah masuk kali ke3 kene operate...pendek kate...kehidupan tetap berterusan...Alhamdulillah...rasenya semua yang berlaku dapat diterima dengan rela hati...cuma pada 9/2/2011....kami kehilangan seorang bapa yang amat dicintai...permergiannya amat memeranjatkan...Alfatihah buat ayahanda Aminuddin Kushairi....rindu rasenye nak mendengar celoteh dan senda guraunye...terase terkilan kerana tak dapat bertemu dengannye ketika dia masih ada...selalunye kalau balik ke utara mesti singgah di rumahnye...tapi kali ini tidak...itulah takdir...doakan rohnya ditempatkan dikalangan orang yang beriman....

Kerja pulak...masuk tahun kedua di sekolah tu...SMK Putra Perdana...dapat bos baru...kakak pulak...abang dapat pindah...datang pulak kakak....yang keadaannya hampir sama...mungkin osteoarthritis gak kot....tapi dia dah 54 la kan....tahun ni start ajar form 4 balik...setelah tak ajar form 4 selama 2 tahun....rakan2 kat sekolah pun makin bertambah...padahal yang lama pun tak habis kenal lagi...murid yang bagus tahun lepas...ramai yang dah pindah...pergi ke sekolah yang lebih baik...takpe...untuk masa depan mereka...jadi yang ada ni tetap perlu dididik...jadi harapnya mereka mahu la dididik...Alhamdulillah...semuanya boleh diterima....

Anak...puteri kesayangan...Tun Nur Safiya...dah setahun umurnya...tahun lepas baba dakap mase keluar dari dewan bedah,safiya terus pandang baba...mase tu perasaan yang hanya bapa2 pertama kali sahaja yang dapat merasakannye...sukar nak digambar...rasenye baba nikah ngan mama pun tak sehebat ni perasaannya...mungkin kerana baba dan mama dah lahirkan seorang puteri...makhluk Allah...tu sebabnye la kot...mase nikah tu perasaan dia lain...tak sama macam bila pertama kali laung azan ditelinga safiya...dan semenjak dari itu...puteri kesayangan baba ni tak pernah gagal buat baba dan mama tersenyum...tertawa...geram...macam2 perasaan yang kalau dikumpulkan selama setahun kegembiraannya...sepuluh tahun belum tentu dapat menggantikan....dan semenjak dari pertama kali safiya lihat dunia ni...safiya dah belajar banyak bende...tak tersenarai rasenya...dan baba dapat rasekan puteri kesayangan baba dan mama ni akan jadi anak yang solehah...sebab sekarang pun safiya dah tahu dengar cakap baba dan mama...pandai ikut arahan...pandai dengar azan dan bacaan Al Quran....Alhamdulillah....

Tak sangka...banyak juga yang diluahkan...sampai terasa lapar...jadi rasenye berhenti dulu disini...esok...kalau rase ingin menulis lagi....insyaallah...jemput lah tatap rakaman dibawah...

Seronok
Sayang surprise candle light dinner in Langkawi


Birthday Party Safiya...celebrate birthday Mama(Atah) jugak
Ni gambar fav Baba.....

Monday, December 20, 2010

Extra income...

Today is pay day...in a few days it will be almost gone...why? living in the world today...for a middle income earner plus government employee like me...we are bound to a lot of debt as we cannot afford to obtain wealth the way others do due to our lower means of monthly income compared to those who work in the private sector (of the same level and qualification of course). In my line of work...if i were outside(private) i would earn double of what i'm getting today, plus yearly bonus...that if i'm with an establish company...

So...how to make extra income to support my monthly commitment? i'm urging you people out there to contact me ASAP if you know a genuine way for me to earn at least another 1k or 2k a month...i'm not asking for much...1k or 2k would be sufficient enough...but...........please...don't ask me to come out with thousands or even hundreds of RM first coz i dont have it...i'm willing to work or it(based on my knowledge la)...i've advertise my bet...but seems that only 1 person responded to it...and alhamdulillah it looks good...hopefully it will work out soon enough...

So...people...again i urge you to get back to me if u have something solid for me...thank u...

p/s: no MLM please...also those similar concept...i dont believe in giving/taking other people's money without having to exchage service or products...eventhough they always masked it with some kind of a product...

Friday, December 10, 2010

English Language Tuition for Form 1, 2 and 3 in Putrajaya 2011

English Tuition 2011 in Presint 11 Putrajaya for Form 1, 2 and 3 by experienced male English teacher teaching in Puchong. 
Limited seat: only 5 person per class. 
Class 5pm to 7pm. Form 1 Tuesdays, Form 2 Wednesdays and Form 3 Thursdays.
 
Fees: RM50 monthly. Interested? Please call 019-3392310. Class starts January 2011

Friday, October 22, 2010

My Baby Daughter....

People say 'A picture says a thousand words....' but to me this pictures say more than a million words...






 There's more where these came from...so i guest there will be millions more words they can utter....

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

A story I want to share...

This is a story that have touched a lot of souls...some shed tears...some learns from it...others...they their own comments...so here it is...


4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.

There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child.

With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bed sheet
and blanket!

Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation:

"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."


At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries.
After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.

A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.

However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....

Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes me proud too!

Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the Christmas spirit is in every passer-by... Christmas carols and frantic shoppers.... but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.

His answer, amidst his sobbing, was :
The letters were for Mummy.

My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son's reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."


After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say....

I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldn't help opening the letter before they turn to ash.

And one of the letters broke my heart....

Dear Mummy,

I miss you so much! Today, there was a
'Talent Show' in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldn't help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why haven't you appear?


After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....

Saturday, August 22, 2009

First day of Ramadhan...

Salam...

Last night went to Terawih with my dearest and of course I can't perform the solat as others do due to my condition. But I'm glad I completed it and I feel great that The Almighty has allowed us to come to this Holy month.

It comes once a year and it brings plenty of fadhilat to all us Muslims. So i hope we could make use of this opportunity given by The Most Merciful to the fullest.

Happy Ramadhan Al Mubarak.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Trasher Wonderkids


Last night, saw a great soccer game played by my fave team...and guess what...they trashed their opponent. 6 goals to 1. Wow...we did not expect that on the first day of the season. 2 goals by the captain himself. 1 from a new guy...hopefully with more to come from him. the first goal was a blast, a great curler from the Brazilian. The old scoot scored too...with a very simple header. The last goal came from a guy who a year ago was deem that his career stopped when his leg broke...but no way man...his back and his 'animal instinct' was there when he got the last netting.
All in all it was a great game, i hope they will at least keep up the same performance...not only do it half of the season.


Go Gooners.

It’s “The Moment” of my life…. Posted November 12, 2008


8 November 2008, 1045, Masjid Kampung Sekolah, Juru, Pulau Pinang…”The Moment” I’ve been waiting for this past few months…or should i say my whole life…He held my hand…lafaz the Ijab…and i replied with the Qabul, but the first witness say…”you took time to reply…try again”….at that moment my heart pounded a thousand times a second…’oh god,will this be a long one’ i wondered.so i repeat,this time i was ready to replied once the Ijab stops.”Sah”…both the witness said….then…relief….

this is beautiful:Posted March 2, 2008

this i took from a student of mine…i find it so beautiful,amazing and meaningful…meaningful upon myself especially…so i hope all of u do enjoy it as well…to Jasmine…u abstracted a very wonderful and excellent poem…keep it up.

Imagine if we never lied
Imagine if we never tried
To be something we’re not
We forgot how it feels
To be tight
To be close
To be real

And I miss you
And I wish you were here
I’d stop breathing
if you said you don’t care anymore

You’re caught up in your plastic life
Changing right before my eyes
I used to know you
like the back of my mind
and that part of you died

And I miss you
And I wish you were here
I’d stop breathing
if you said you don’t care anymore

I watch you from a distance
I remember all of those instances
When you smile
Whe you laugh
When you crash
When I’m there to catch you when you
fall

And I miss you
And I wish you were here
I stopped breathing
When you said you don’t care anymore

Tell me that you’re doing fine
(And I wish you were here)
I still remember every time

And everyone I know will say
That you are always apart of me
And I miss you like you never knew