Orang baru.....

Pagi-pagi lagi adikku dah call..ada berita baik katanya.....rupa-rupanya bukan sahaja Haiqal bakal dapat adik tapi Qaira pun sama...hmmm bertambahlah cucu mak abah tahun nie...ok gak tu matlamat kami ahli2 Persatuan Sepupu harap2 tahun depan ahli keluarga nenek jejak 100 orang. kalau berdasarkan kiraan lebih kurang 10 ke 12 orang lagi cukuplah ahli keluarga kami 100 orang..

Bosannnnnnnnnnnnnn.............................................

Masuk hari nie dah lebih 2 minggu my hubby out station ke kota tinggi..bosannya dengan keadaan aku yang ngandung lagi...dengan haiqal yang kekadang buat perangai..semuanya memang menuntut kesabaran yang tinggi... baby aku kali nie entah kenapa tiap kali ayah dia out station mesti meragam, sakit sampai kekadang nak menangis dibuatnya..tak macam masa aku ngandungkan haiqal dulu...mujurlah jiran-jiran keliling ruma semuanya prihatin adalah yang menjenguk dan hulurkan bantuan sebab tau aku keseorangan dengan anak kecil dan ngandung pulak tu. haiqal pun dah boleh diharapkan bantuan dalam hal-hal yang asa takdalah rasa tertekan sangat..mujur gak anak teruna aku tu tak demam berpanjangan cuma dedar aje kejap badan dia hari tu..rindu kat ayahnyalah tu............

Besday Nenek........

Pada 13hb yang lepas aku balik segamat sebab kami mengadakan besday nenek yang ke 72 tahun dan juga hari keluarga.......memang meriah gila dengan 1001 permainan..yang seronoknya semuanya sporting samada pakcik,makcik,sepupu mahupun anak2 saudara semua..acara yang paling best adalah pakaian beragam, kotak beracun serta bowling padang.. tarian hindustan turut dihidangkan di mana che mah dan ain menjadi penarinya..memang klas...
pakaian beragam pula disertai oleh cucu-cucu serta cicit nenek yang masih bersekolah rendah seperti chemat,fifi,ashraf, anak kamal, anak ipin serta apit..mereka memakai sari, kebaya, baju hawaii...memang gempaklah.......
Semasa permainan kotak beracun memang semua peserta kelasssss dan sporting..mereka sanggup didenda walaupun terpaksa menari, menjerit, menyanyi dan sebagainya...malahan paklong dan maklong pun sporting tetap melakukan denda yang telah ditetapkan......
Acara terakhir adalah tarian poco-poco dan ditutup dengan makan durian...biasalah segamat memang terkenal dengan keenakan duriannya kan........Pada keesokkan harinya pula kami bergotong royong membersihkan kubur yang terletak bersebelahan rumah nenek..lepas makan tengahari berlaukkan ayam percik yang disediakan oleh Aunty Zarah dan suaminya kami pun bersiap-siap untuk pulang kerumah masing-masing......
Harapan kami semoga tahun depan dapatlah kami melakukan aktiviti ini lagi dan penyertaan dari ahli keluarga kami semuanya amatlah dialu-alukan...mana tahu ada rezeki semua ahli keluarga nenek dapat berkumpul semuanya...............

mUm mEaNS~

Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that
motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mum told me:

I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and
what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that you're new
Best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned
your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in
my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your
actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough. . to say NO when I knew you would
Hate me for it. Those were the most difficult battles of all.

I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday when
your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates
parents, you will tell them.

Was your Mum mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the
whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have
cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we
had to eat sandwiches.

And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from
what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we
were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what
we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an
hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child
Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, and
learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, and empty the trash and all
sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more
things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds
and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn't let our friend's just honk the horn when they drove
up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone
Else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 18.

Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids
experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing
other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated honest adults.. We are
doing our best to be mean parents just like Mum was.

I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't
have enough mean mums!