Living with Sarah

It's been 9 years? Actually, lagi lama because I've known Hubby 9 years before we got married. So, 9+9= 18 years. Lama gila... He was my first boyfriend, hehehe... I came from a girls school and stayed at hostel throughout my secondary school years, so memang tak de nye nak ada boyfriend. After school, I had problems being friends with the opposite sex. Good thing I took TESL where 80% of my coursemates were females. My Hubby was the first guy I could talk to. We were first strangers, later became classmates (I hated him because he liked to borrow my things), then we became friends (dia selalu ikut we girls pegi lunch), and then we became good friends (after the episode during our camping trip where we almost lost 2 of our friends). Later he became one of my best friends. Then I had to make a choice. I was "supposed" to so-called date this guy but I had to choose between him and Hubby. The choice I had to make - this guy who's tall, dark, quite good-looking, the c...

After almost 9 years of marriage, actually dah tak ada idea nak bagi Hubby apa as anniversary gift anymore. Macam semua dah ada, or do not need replacement. Last birthday I have him a wallet and belt. I always ask him to choose his presents, because then I know I'm buying him the stuff he really needs. This time around, he said no need to buy presents. He said us going for the short holiday tu kira present to each other :) But I am a present person. I must buy something, even if budget kecik. So, today I bought Hubby two Pierre Cardin boxer shorts. Hehehee... A man can never have enough of boxer shorts, right?

Have you ever feel this way? Kelam kabut siap in the morning to go to work, nak siapkan anak lagi, kepala pun berserabut, and by the time you are almost out of the door, suddenly you remembered that you promised to make your child a cup of Vico (yang baru dibeli semalam, yang malam sebelum tu anak you mintak tapi sebab dah bedtime you pun malas nak buat and promised her you will make her a cup first thing in the morning). So you rush to the kitchen, belasah je bancuh and bagi dia minum... And then she said to you: "Hmmm... sedapnya air Mommy buat. Thank you Mommy." That is my daughter. So appreciative. Full of thanks. And she is not shy to compliment. Especially if I make her favourites. Kalau dia makan spaghetti I masak, she would say, "Mommy masak ni sedaaappp sangat, sangat... Thank you Mommy.". Even buatkan dia ice cream Ribena yang simple tu pun she will show her thumbs up. Hilang terus penat I. Once my second sister commented the day Aliyah stayed with her, Al...

Aliyah tak sekolah dah 2 hari. Mata dia kena ketumbit. Sakit dia kata, sampai mengalir air mata. Kesian pulak. Ingatkan this year azam baru boleh lah sekolah full attendance at least for January. Tapi mata sakit pun dok mengadap TV all day long. Boleh pulak... So, I've been working from home since yesterday. Masa ni lah really appreciate that I work for myself. That I can be home with her without having to apply for leave. Aliyah said last night Cikgu kata kalau demam tak payah sekolah. I said, memanglah kalau demam tak boleh sekolah. Then she said, ada kawan demam pun pegi sekolah sebab Mak & Ayah dia suruh. Ada ke parents macam tu? Anyway, these are the times when as a mother I wish she doesn't have to endure the pain. Kalau boleh transfer lah sakit tu kat kita, biar anak kita ni sihat. But Alhamdulillah Aliyah has been quite healthy these few months. This was the last time she got sick many, many moons ago. Dia tak suka letak cool fever, she prefers the traditional way -...

Hari ni ada orang kata blog I ni buat menambah dosa. Ish, ish... kecik hati I. Bertahun-tahun I tulis blog ni selama ni ok je. I tulis pasal Palestine pun ada orang terasa pula. I rasa I tak pun letak nama sapa-sapa kat sini? Eh, ada ke? Tak da kan. So, kalau tak puas hati, take your grudge elsewhere. Hantar lah hate mail pada orang yang sepatutnya. Dan tak payahla defend diri sendiri atau kawan kat sini dan nak salahkan orang lain juga. This is not the place. I tulis ni sangat lah berlapik ok. Nanti I elok-elok being very nice, terus jadi tak nice baru tau. I kalau jadi tak nice... fikir-fikir lah sendiri kan. Nanti tak pasal-pasal someone jadi famous satu Malaya pula. I ni ikut mood. Selalunya nice. Tapi ada juga sekali dua jadi tak berapa nice. So, to that someone atau kawannya (I tak sure same person ke atau dia ajak kawan dia sekali), tak payah lah visit blog I ni lagi. Kalau curious, boleh, bacalah. Mana lah tau, nak tau sangat perkembangan semasa tentang I, husband I dan anak I....

Hospital pun dibedil... It's so sickening. Just now my nephew said he read somewhere Palestine is no longer in 2009 world map. Not sure how true that is... We were having dinner at home a few days ago while watching news on TV. Aliyah, as usual, doesn't finish up her food. So, I nagged her saying how lucky she is that we are living in a peaceful country. Some people are at war now and I pointed at the TV. I said, "Tadi Mommy baca ada ibu yang tak dapat bagi anak dia makan, so anak dia lapar sangat. Ada abang yang rumah dia kena bom, mata dia buta. Kesian tau." So, she asked us why those country are at war, what happen to the people, what happen to the children, and lots of other questions coming from such a curious mind. I can see she started to pick up her food again. After she finished eating, she asked her final question: "Abah, kenapa orang yang perang tu tak hormat negara orang lain?". I can't remember what hubby answered, but I was amazed with that...

Hari ini saya terjumpa nota seorang kawan di facebook berbicara bahasa ibunda. Lalu saya pun menurunkan komen saya mengenai buku-buku yang dibacanya. Lantas hari ini penulisan bahasa ibunda tercinta telah tergosok (rub) ke diri saya. Lagipun, saya sedang membuat kerja-kerja terjemahan untuk projek saya dengan klien dari pantai timur itu. Penggunaan bahasa untuk siaran medianya memang sungguh berbunga-bunga. Lalu saya terasa untuk berpantun. Ini pantun klasik yang saya jumpa: Hujan panas turun berderai, Guruh menyambar pohon jati, Kasih sayang tak boleh bercerai, Bagaikan rambut bersimpul mati.