tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112478062024-03-13T18:07:44.810+08:00Celoteh Seorang Makcik KampungSekadar celoteh seorang makcik yang tinggal di kampung untuk mengisi ruang waktu seharian.AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.comBlogger344125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-12911875863385532102015-06-02T09:26:00.003+08:002015-06-02T09:26:38.992+08:0057Apa tu?<br />
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See you later. Now off for meeting first.AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-13419124633941363942015-05-06T18:24:00.000+08:002015-05-06T18:24:00.587+08:00Reviving The Old Blog?I was reading Kak Teh's FB entry on calling for the revival of the blogs. Like many others who were once active bloggers and in the category of "Makcik Bloggers" I was very much guilty of abandoning my blog as well.<br />
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Had tried many times to pen something down, but somehow, it was just some words about making a comeback, Then, I turned away again and lest the blog unseen for many months. In honour of Kak Teh, I am trying to pen something down here as well.<br />
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The last entry was before the Sept 2011 entry was titled the "Raya or Pilihan Raya". What do you know, tomorrow 7 May 2015 is a polling day for Permatang Pauh again. Yes AGAIN!!!.<br />
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So we cal all see the poster wars again along the roads in Permatang Pauh parlimentary contituency.<br />
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Whatever it is as a responsible citizen, In sya Allah, I will NOT abandon my duty there. Who will I vote ? SSSHHHH, it is a secret OK.... :-)<br />
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Since we have had a lot of PRKs and PRU over the years, ( 8 times since 2008), this time around I think it is very much more quiet. Literally, I mean quiet, I don't hear a lot of ceramah around my kampung although the BN candidate is from the neighbouring kampung. I used to be able to hear the PKR's ceramah from my house and my front gate would be almost blocked by cars parked by those attending the ceramah. I hope that I am not speaking too soon because we have another few hours before mid-night tonight for campaigning.<br />
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Anyhow, I hope that nothing wild happens tomorrow and peace can still be maintained.<br />
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That's all for the debut comeback entry. I do have a lot to write actually, many things have happened since the last blog entry. In syaa Allah....AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-75094461584566377642014-09-22T17:40:00.001+08:002014-09-22T17:40:32.187+08:00This Is Already 2014MashaAllah,
It has been almost 4 years since I took a look at this blog. I actually miss writing this blog a lot, but unfortunately I was not able to write anything, update it etc. I think a lot of bloggers have moved to Facebook, but although I do have an account on Facebook but have not been active at all. I just read, taking FB as a source of information and entertainment, that's all.
I am trying to revive my writing here. hopefully I can find enough time and ideas.
AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-68991333968038076142011-10-14T17:06:00.003+08:002011-10-14T17:13:26.973+08:00Raya ka, PilihanRayaHari tu masa diorang buat sambutan Raya 1 Malaysia tu, it was so happen di adakan di kampung kami. Masa PM mai melawat rumah sebuah keluarga yang memerlukan tu, memang betui-betui belakang rumah aku.<br /><br />Jalan raya pada hari tu memang jam betui lah. Nak masuk pun tak boleh, nak keluaq lagi lah tak boleh. Dari pukui 9 pagi dah jam dah. <br /><br />Hujan pulak tu dari malam sebelumnya sampai pagi hari acara tu. Padang sekolah tempat depa buat acara tu apalagi lecah macam bendang lah. <br /><br />Aku dengan adik aku pi jugaklah kat sekolah tu, nak makan free lah konon nya. Kami jalan kaki saja, walaupun depa kata ada bas. Tapi sorang kakak tu habaq yang, depa yang naik bas, dari depan rumah aku ke sekolah tu (1/2 KM saja) sampai dalam masa 2 jam. Nasib baik aku tak naik bas. Jalan pun tak penat mana pun. <br /><br />Aku tak nak cerita banyak, nanti aku upload gambaq-gambaq. Hang pa tengok sendiri.AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-12649439061450248492011-09-13T12:08:00.002+08:002011-09-13T13:08:13.302+08:00Aidilfitri 1432HThis year is the first year my hubby celebrated hari raya aidilfitri as a kidney patient. Eventhough it was hari raya day, if it is the schedule dialysis day then dialysis will have to be done. So, for this year raya, hubby's day started at 3.00am. Angah and syia sent hubby to KPJ for the dialysis. That way it freed from the task of sending him so that I could start cooking.<br /><br />However all the preparation and planning had to be done by me, with the help of the girls. Previous years, shopping for the raya preparation mostly would be done by hubby and/or me. This year, Kak Long and Angah followed me to the wet market, send the chicken to hubby's brother's house, to A tu Z to buy the flowers decoration etc. We were out early morning and was only home around 5pm. <br /><br />I had to do the marketing on sunday because I had to bring my maid to the immigration office on Monday. But it was a vood plan because the girls helped to ut the meat and veggies while I and the maid were out of the house. By the time we were home, everything were already completed. Alhamdullillah. That's the beauty of having 4 daughters!!! <br /><br />As always my main dishes were rendang daging, ayam serai lengkuas, sayur lodeh & nasi himpit aka lontong,kuah kacang,ketupat palas.Like last year the ketupat palas, I made them myself, I maid them in 3 flavours, plain, with kacang andjagung. Very adventurous right? Hehehe, terlebih rajin lah tu. Cuma yang kacang tu terlembik sikit, yang lain semua ok.<br /><br />But, this year my cooking is a little lack of flavour, kurang masin, kurang manis, to cater for hubby's taste too. So we have to also serve salt as a side dish hehehe. I cooked rendang and ayam on monday afternoon, my sister came to prepare kuah laksa on the same day. I cooked lontong before subuh prayer on the raya day, so that I could bring some for the nurses at the dialysis center. They were surprised that I managed to cook so early, because after subuh I was already there waiting for hubby to complete dialysis. The reason for the early start was because the staffs wanted to celebrate raya at home earlier, rather than go home at 10pm, they hoped to finish work at around 4 or 5 pm. <br /><br />Pssst: I am tired of typing using the samsung galaxy tab. So I will continue later.AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-53815018468713352392011-08-20T11:05:00.000+08:002011-08-20T11:05:48.149+08:00Menopause - On PauseI couldn't quite remember when I had my period last. Probably last March or April. It stopped most probably due to the high stress level I was in when hubby was in the hospital. When it didn't appear in May, June and July I thought that it might as well be so. I am menopaused at last.. Anyway, I am already 53 year old this year. I couldn't wait to fast for the whole month this Ramadhan. <div><div>
<br /></div><div>But think again... It appeared again right in the middle of Ramadhan. My full month fasting plan for this Ramadhan, is now short of 7 days. Too bad!!!!! Ah well, it may just prove that my menopause is now on pause. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>My younger sister who is 50 years old this year was telling me that she she had not had her period for a few month also, but recently she went to the clinic and the doctor gave her medication and she menstruated after that. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>My older sister I heard menopause at the age of 52. She is now 55. So I guessed looking at the family history, I should be what the medical term would described as peri-menopause. A stage when your period would not be as regular as before, prior to full fledged menopause. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Luckily for me, I don't really have the kind of symptom that I heard about when menopause is looming. I do experience some hot flashes, but could it be because of the hot weather now? </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Maybe it just to show that I am probably still very healthy and "awet muda" hehehe</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Whatever..... ALHAMDULILLAH</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>On the first day of dialysis which fell on the 2nd day of Ramadhan, hubby get himself prepared with a drink in a flask. Just in case he had difficulties during dialysis. Alhamdulillah, he was OK and still continuing fasting until today. There are a few other patients who are not able to fast. One of the ladies Kak Ana, said that she was feeling nauseating when she tried fasting on the first day. I remembered that she was looking weak and pale on the 2nd day of Ramadhan. The others like Cikgu Rahman, En. Hashim are doing OK fasting while undergoing dialysis.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Since his dialysis time is in the afternoon, starting around 3.00 pm, the breaking of fast is normally while he is still in the process of dialysis. He will eat a little, kurma or some kueh. Then, he will have a heavier meal when we get home. His current regret is not being able to go to the Pasar Ramadhan. I prefer for him not to go since he usually will over spent when he went to the Pasar Ramadhan. Anyhow, it would tire him easily walking in the hot sun from one gerai to another. I tried to get something he like at the pasar Ramadhan or cook it myself. It is healthier if it is cooked at home, I can control the ingredients such as salt, sugar, MSG and etc. But, in doing so, the food taste a little bland and hubby does not like it that much.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>As for me, dialysis days breaking of fast is also at the hospital. I usually send him to the hospital at 2.30pm, perform my zuhur prayer, then I will buy food at the pasar ramadhan near by. Then I will head home first, because, ayin, syia, my mother and the bibik will need food to eat for breaking of fast. After asar prayer around 6.15 pm, sometimes earlier, I will be driving back to the hospital. After placing the food for hubby, I will either chat with the other patients or will get ready for breaking of fast myself. So the food will be in 2 portions, one for hubby, one for me. I usually will have to break the fast all by myself, alone. If I can see some cleaners sitting outside the dialysis center I will join them, otherwise it is all by myself at the surau or the waiting lounge outside the dialysis center. At times, the emotion of having to break the fast all alone engulfed me, filling my eyes with tears. However, thinking back, Alhamdullillah I am able to perform my duties as Allah's servant and wife. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Reflecting on the current condition, hubby and I will be spending half of our lives in the hospitals. For how long, I have no idea, maybe when the girls are all working and married, my duties to send and fetch hubby to the hospitals can be taken by one or all of them in turn. It all depends on who will be working and living near us later.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Today is already the 10th day of Ramadhan, I hope that the quality of fasting has increased. My prayers are with all kidney patients out there, InsyaAllah, may you be able to fast this Ramadhan. </div><div>
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Now he is stabilizing between 68 to 70 kg. You should see his pants, hehehe, it would drop off (like you see the contestants of the Biggest Losers would do) if they are not tied up properly with the belt. Now his clothes seem like oversized for him. I have been asking him to go to the tailor but he still has not said yes.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. The fluid retention in his body before dialysis had caused his legs to be swollen. So now the legs are now so skinny, you can see his bones. The fluid retention had also caused his lungs to be filled with water. He was wheezing and coughing prior dialysis. He was also easily tired when he walked a few steps to get to his office or from the porch to enter our house. I had to push him on a wheel chair whenever we visited the doctor for a check-up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now the wheezing and coughing have stopped. He does not need a wheelchair anymore. He walked much faster now without me following behind carrying his bag to the office.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. His blood pressure and blood glucose level are also under control. Although he still has to take medication for them but, sometimes he can skipped it when they seem to be on the lower side. BP 130 -140 is good, glucose level 5 - 7 are normal. Now he takes some sweet kuih like the kuih kusui, kuih lapis etc, he also asked for a slightly sweetened nescafe O or tea.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Many food that we have to be careful off. If you listened to the doctor and nurses, you may not be able to eat anything. Seriously, no joke. There is Pottasium, Phospates, water/fluid, cholestrol, that you need to be careful or control the in take. But the doctor told me to be extra careful in consuming food with high Pottasium level. Because Pottasium can cause heart attack. So, bananas, starfruits, spinach, potatoes, tubers and dried fruits (e.g kurma) are absolute no or can be taken in a very small amount.</div><div>High Phospates can cause your bones to be brittle. So you need to reduce the intake so that you can prevent your bones to be broken if you fall. Unfortunately, diary products like milk, cheese etc are high in phospates. Kidney failure patient need to take a special milk for their need. They also need to take calcium carbonate with their food to bind the phosphate and prevent it from getting absorbed into their blood.</div><div><br /></div><div>Other food that he has to "pantang" - Santan, pulut, salty/ or high sodium foodstuffs, high fluid fruits like watermelon.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know I sound like a doctor, but that is the facts of life for the person undergoing dialysis. As for me I need to always read the labels to make sure they are safe. But, in Malaysia, most of these ingredients are not listed in our food label. Because they are not required to be listed. It is easy to buy packed overseas food because you can see Pottasium as a listed ingredient.</div><div><br /></div><div>Next time I will write about other people's experiences and the caregiver story.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, Ramadhan is near, to all my readers</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish you all, the BLESSING OF RAMADHAN</div><div>MAY THIS RAMADHAN BE THE BEST EVER IN OUR LIVES SO FAR</div><div>MAY IT BRING US NEAR TO ALLAH</div><div>MAY IT BRING THE BARAKHAH OF THE MONTH AND THE LAILATULQADAR</div><div><br /></div><div>Amiinn...</div><div><br /></div>AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-47457229028261334462011-05-02T19:19:00.000+08:002011-06-02T19:20:11.814+08:00Kidney Failure - My Husband's Story 3Sorry lambat sikit update. Been very busy driving around hospitals. My life recently is revolved around 3 hospitals. Will continue soon.<div><br /></div><div>This is what I posted at facebook.</div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-outline-level:2"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); "><span class="Apple-style-span">My husband hospital episod<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.25pt;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: gray; ">by</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: gray; "> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: gray; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1803886567"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;color:#3B5998">Normah Hassan</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: gray; "> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: gray; ">on Friday, April 8, 2011 at 10:12am<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span">It started with a simple case of inserting an IJC for haemodialysis when he was first warded. Then a few days after he was discharged, he had to be re-admitted due to infection. Spent 2 nights in ICU because he was coughing blood. Then when the IJC was re-inserted he was bleeding the whole night non stop. So the IJC need to be pulled out again. The neck was swollen rather bad, so the catheters had to be inserted at his groin now for a week. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span">Due to the bleeding, the dialysis was only done for 40 mins, vs the normal 4 hours last monday. The doctor decided to do the insertion to the groin only last friday. So it was almost 4 days since he was dialysed. Because of that his urea increased and we was vormitting very badly and feeling dizzy. He was dialysed on the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">He is still under observation, and so far but stable now. We have been recommended to go to KPJ on Monday for another procedure. I can't remember what is the medical term for it. But according to the nephrologist here it has a lower risk of infection than the common IJC. Next he need to do the permanent fiscular on his arm for dialysis. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">Dialysis is for life, 3 times a week at 4 hour every session. Once a person get use to it then, they are almost as healthy as another person.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">Moral of the story is TAKE CARE OF YOUR GOD GIVEN ORGANS. Go for a regular checkup and lead a healthy life. Poor health is expansive.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></p></div>AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-29352420525267957642011-04-22T13:35:00.000+08:002011-04-22T13:35:14.002+08:00Kidney Failure - My Husband's Story 2Although we knew in our hearts that eventually my hubby would need to do dialysis, we tried to avoid it. He was in denial, he thought that my taking medication his kidneys would eventually get back to normal. Of course it would not be true, when an organ in your body is damaged, it would only be Allah's power that can turn it back to normal. Divine intervention so to speak. Medication sometimes can help to reduce or prolong the damage.<div><br /></div><div>In case of kidney failure, there is no symptom for you to know that your kidneys have failed. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ada</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kaitan</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nya</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">kalau</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">kita</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sakit</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">pinggang</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">dengan</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">kerosakan</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">buah</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">pinggang</span>. I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">also</span> learnt along the way that although we have 2 kidneys, only one is active, while the other is on a standby. In case of the active kidney failed in it's function, the other would be working as normal. For damaged kidney patients, it would mean that both kidneys are not functional anymore. </div><div><br /></div><div>In hubby's case, physical symptoms were, his swollen legs and feet. They got bigger and heavier each day. His weight keep on increasing even though we have been controlling his diet. Blood pressure were always on the high end, his blood sugar level is already normal i.e between 5 - 7 mmol/L. The blood sugar level was normal because, the medication is accumulated in the kidney, since the kidney is no longer able to process them to discharge them through urine. His urine is getting lesser and lesser too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Since the kidneys are no longer functioning, with the presence of fluids in the body not discharged out, the pressure on the other organs are also increasing, this is causing the blood pressure to increase. As the fluid in the body keep on increasing, my hubby was coughing and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">wheezing</span> almost non stop, his chest was full of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">phlegm</span>. For the past one year, I think, we became the largest consumer of tissue papers. </div><div><br /></div><div>During the monthly visit to the hospital, his blood was taken for testing. Progressively, blood urea level and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">creatinine</span> level in his blood had also increased. Starting with around<span class="Apple-style-span"> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Creatinine </span>200+ mmol/L in April 2010 to 700+ in March 2011. Urea level in March 2011 was 24. (I will put down the spec for normal people later). </span>No way he could survive without dialysis, if we prolong it, he would have complications, may even be in a coma or worse.</div><div><br /></div><div>The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Neprologist</span> - Dr <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Goh</span>, advised him to be warded for dialysis. So on 15 March hubby was warded into Hospital <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Seberang</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Jaya</span> for the second time in his life. On the 16 March, the first <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">IJC</span> (Inter Jugular <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Cathether</span> - I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">hehehe</span>) was placed on his neck by Dr <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Goh</span>. After that they performed blood dialysis on him for the first time. </div><div><br /></div><div>A kidney patient will need to go through dialysis for the rest of his/her lives 3 times a week and at 4 hours per session. Cost wise, each session cost between RM150 to RM200. If you can get yourself listed to the government hospital (a long waiting list), then nit is free. Otherwise be prepared to spend around RM3000 per month (inclusive of medication). If you don't do dialysis, either after you have started it, death can prevail since your toxin level (urea and creatinine) will increase and eventually overwhelmed your whole body functions. </div><div><br /></div><div>After the first session, hubby's condition improved a lot. The swollen on the feet seemed to have shrunk a bit, he was not coughing so badly anymore, the amount of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">phlegm</span> was reduced too. </div><div><br /></div><div>To be continued...</div><div><br /></div><div>Spec for normal kidney function - blood test result (the only way to know)</div><div><br /></div><div>Creatinine 51 - 124 mmol/L (millimol per liter of blood)</div><div>Urea 2.0 - 6.8 mmol/L</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-54915652547095001332011-04-14T00:25:00.007+08:002011-04-14T01:53:57.727+08:00Kidney Failure - My Husband Story 1It has been 4 years since I have left the employment. Berhenti kerja lah tu. Tahun pertama tu aku tercari-cari jugak apa bisnes nak buat. Bermacam-macam kursus keusahawanan aku join. Macam-macam program aku fikir nak join. Tapi akhirnya tak menjadi pun. <div><br /></div><div>Actually, I was getting a bit depressed as well. My husband was getting stressed out by the fact that I was staying at home without any income coming in. We used to enjoy 5 figures salaries between the 2 of us and now it was reduced to a around 40% of the total income. The girls are getting into the universities and everything would rest on his shoulders. I was using the excused that I have no one to take care of my mother who was getting more and more dependent on me. I couldn't get out of the house without worrying that she would fall and hurt herself. She is almost bedridden and has the tendency to stay awake at night and sleep through the day. She really need someone to look after her day and night. </div><div><br /></div><div>At the end of 2009 I finally made up my mind, I had to go out to be earning an income before I "kill" my husband or ruin my marriage. I told my sibling that either we hire a maid to take care of my mother or someone else had to take care of her. </div><div><br /></div><div>The maid finally arrived on 4 April 2010. It was Ayin's birthday. It was at subuh prayer time on 16th April, at the time when Syia wanted to go to school that we noticed my husband had fainted. I remember that he woke me up at around 5 am. when wanted to go to the toilet. We went back to sleep and at 6.30 am that we found him fainted. I panicked, called his cousin Dr Zainab for advice and with the help of Abang Lang (who arrived the evening before, Alhamdulillah) Ayin, we rushed him to the hospital. He was diagnosed with hypoglycemia. His sugar level was 1.8 which was far too low. For a diabetic, hypoglycemia is much more dangerous than a hyperglycemia. If we had delayed a few more minutes he would have had a stroke or even die.</div><div><br /></div><div>Prior to that attack, hubby had been complaining that his eye-sight were not good. He wanted to make new specs, but he was adviced to see the eye specialist before he should make new glasses. His eyes could not focus well, and it would be a waste of money to make glasses which he would not be able to use. The specialist found sugar deposits on his eye nerves which is common for diabetic. Hubby was asked to control his sugar level. </div><div><br /></div><div>My hubby was so paranoid about the increase in his sugar level that he dared not eat anything. On the evening prior to his hypo attack, he could hardly walk because he had not eaten enough. All he would eat was rice and soup. He was so weak, he could barely walk without holding to me. I had started to drive him to work because of his tiredness. </div><div><br /></div><div>Since then we have been going for monthly regular check-up. After a year, we are told that my husband has kidney failure.</div><div><br /></div><div>Note :</div><div>Hypoglycemia is low blood sugar level below 4.</div><div>Hyperglycemia is high blood sugar level. </div><div>The normal person reading would be around 5 to 7.</div><div><br /></div><div>Disclaimer :</div><div><br /></div><div>This is going to be a personal journal on my husband's strive as a kidney patient. My intention to blog this is not to gain symphathy from anyone. It is more of documenting the journey that we have to go through from the eyes of the care giver and the patient himself. Maybe something good may come out of this but at least it would remind me to be thankful to Allah.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-72087028873180456882011-04-09T21:43:00.003+08:002011-04-09T22:41:03.222+08:00Dari Kamar Hospital Seberang JayaNo, NO!! I am not sick... Alhamdulillah.... <span class="Apple-style-span" >pssst Not really true, I have a slight cold. Not that it would be enough to get warded anyway.</span><div><br /></div><div>No, I am not working here as well. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I have been sleeping in this room for more more than 2 weeks.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is my hubby who is warded here. He has been diagnosed with kidney failure. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was here at first was to start the Heamodialysis treatment, but the IJC ( the catheter placed for the procedure) was septic or infected by bacteria. He need to be re-admitted to make sure that the infection does not affect his other vital organs.</div><div><br /></div><div>The story on my hubby would come later.. I promise.</div><div><br /></div><div>This entry is more about me first..</div><div><br /></div><div>I thought that my addiction to blogging has been long cured. Looks like I was wrong. In fact I missed it a lot. At times, my mind felt like it was going to explode because, I have many things that I want to blog about but somehow I couldn't do it. Reasons... there are a few, but they may seem trivial and lame at this moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to the technology, you can blog from anywhere right?. </div><div><br /></div><div>At the beginning of his stay here, I was anxious about hubby's well being, so my mind was focussed on his health. But after he is already stabilised, I was getting very bored. The doctor won't discharge him yet, not until his infection is gone anyway, therefore my mind is left to wonder aimlessly. Thank God Ayin is back from college and I could borrow her laptop and the broadband.</div><div><br /></div><div>So last night, I wandered through the blogging world to see who is still around. Many have moved to facebook and twitter but there are still a few of my old blogging friends who are still active. Phew!!!. Lega... </div><div><br /></div><div>I am trying to make a comeback. Not so much to find popularity or what so ever, but there are things that I want to pen down like my hubby's hospital episode, his reaction to ill-health and the caregiver point of view. One day my daughters may need to refer if they have to care for someone they love, just like me. This can be their reference point.</div><div><br /></div><div>My english is I think dah berterabur...... semua pitching ke laut habis. </div><div><br /></div><div>It has been 4 years since I left employment and it becomes rather rare that I speak in proper english. So please bear with me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Untill next time</div><div><br /></div><div>Salam</div><div><br /></div><div>AN</div>AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-90167834847576035002010-09-30T10:13:00.006+08:002010-10-04T14:56:49.271+08:00LailatulQadar Kah Itu?Syawal dah nak habis, aku baru nak tulis pasal Ramadhan. Tak apa lah kan asal ada update.<br /><br />Ramadhan kali ini memang banyak kelainannya. Pertama sekali, sejak anak-anak ramai yang tak ada kat rumah, tinggal aku, hubby, syia dan maktok. Tahun ini ada bibik sorang kat rumah yang kami adik beradik cari untuk menjaga maktok. Kak Long, Angah dan Ayin berpuasa di kampus masing-masing. Ayin sekarang meneruskan pengajian di UiTM Puncak Alam. Kampus tu memang cantik.<br /><br />Hubby dan maktok walaupun sakit berpuasa jugak. Yang aku agak terkejut ialah maktok, yang pada tahun lepas langsung tak puasa, tapi tahun ini kuat pulak semangat sampai boleh puasa cukup sebulan ditambah 6 hari di bulan Syawal lagi. Alhamdulillah.<br /><br />Ramadhan tahun ini jugak, membawa berita sedih bagi keluarga sebelah hubby. Pakcik dia, iaitu adik bongsu ibu mertuaku telah dipanggil pulang ke Rahmatullah. Dia sakit prostate cancer. Innalillahi-wainnaillaihi-rajiun. Semoga roh mamu ditempatkan bersama roh orang-orang yang soleh. Amin.<br /><br />Aku dan hubby telah diajak untuk menziarahi Mamu Usop (Panggillan untuk pakcik hubby tu) oleh salah seorang sepupu hubby. Cousin hubby ni doktor, pakar bius di hospital Seberang Jaya. Tujuan kami memang sebenarnya nak ziarah sebab mendapat khabar dia berada di hospital selepas menjalani pembedahan. Cousin hubby ajak kami sebabnya nak ajak aku drive bersama dia, kerana suami dia tak dapat nak ikut. Kami turun ke KL lepas terawih kira-kira jam 10.30 malam. Kami berlima, aku, hubby, Syia, Dr Zainab dan Ismail (adik Dr Zainab). Kami sampai di HUKM pada jam 4 pagi. Masa tu Mamu sudah berada di ICU. Oleh kerana anak dan menantu beliau bekerja di HUKM jadi kami dapat masuk menjenguk dia. Namun masa tu dia sudah dalam keadaan koma. Aku cuma bisikkan syahadah pada telinga mamu masa tengok dia tu. Sebak jugak rasa hati. Pada jam 5.15 pagi mamu menghembuskan nafas terakhir beliau.<br /><br />Selepas selesai perkebumian pada waktu zuhur hari itu. Kami bertolak balik dari KL. Sampai rumah lebih kurang jam 12 malam. Letihlah badan sebab tidor teramat kurang hanya dalam perjalanan. Dalam kereta pulak tu, manakan nak selesa. Esoknya, hari isnin hubby bertegas nak ke ofis jugak. Katanya cuti dia dah tak banyak. Tapi sampai saja di ofis dia terasa teramat letih, dia suruh aku bawak dia ke klinik. Harap-harap boleh dapat MC, hehehe, trick lama lah tu kan...<br /><br />Sampai di klinik panel tu, Dr check hubby agak thorough jugak. Sebabnya itu adalah first time hubby ke klinik itu. Hubby ni dulu-dulu masa dia tak sakit macam sekarang tu dia memang jarang sekali ke klinik. Malah masa dia hypo (paras gula dalam darah terlalu rendah) tu adalah pertama kali dia masuk hospital. Kat klinik Dr kata nadi hubby terlalu kencang, heart beat tak sama dengan nadi. Sebenarnya, hubby aku ni hypertension jugak. Setiap kali dia jumpa doktor setiap kali itulah blood pressure dia naik. So I was not so alarmed. Tapi Dr tu dah pulak panik, terus buat ECG scan. Walaupun kata dia nampak macam OK tapi dia masih nak refer hubby ke KPJ Hospital suruh jumpa pakar jantung kat sana. Since Dr dah refer, kami ikut je lah. Maka tidur kat hospitallah kami selama 3 malam walaupun dalam bulan Ramadhan. Aku nak tinggal hubby sorang-sorang tak berteman malam-malam, aku dah tau perangai hubby tu. Dia tu fobia sekarang ni, kalau kat rumah pun takut sentiasa bila tak ada orng temankan di di bilik, inikan pulak kat hospital. Jadinya aku pun sekali tidur kat hospital sama hubby. Lepas sahur aku kena balik untuk hantar Syia ke sekolah lepas tu aku tidur sekejap, kemudian lepas ambik Syia balik dari sekolah aku beli apa yang patut untuk berbuka di rumah, baru aku ke hospital sehingga sahur keesokkannya.<br /><br />Walau kat hospital, solat tarawikh kami tal tinggalkan. Buatlah jugak seadanya. Tapi pada malam 27 tu aku rasa satu kelainan. Malam tu aku terpanggil untuk buat tarawikh secara berjemaah di mesjid. Entah apa angah tu bernazar jadi dia kena buat 10 tarawikh di mesjid. Aku ikut dia malam tu ke mesjid. Masa imam baca ayat akhir surah AlQadar tu, aku terasa sebak sangat. Tapi masa tu aku tak terfikir apa-apa pun. Malam tu amat susah aku nak lelapkan mata. Rasa segar semacam, tak mengantuk pulak. Jadi aku cuba zikir dan selawat sebanyak mungkin. Masa tu baru akau terfikir mungkinkah malam itu malam LailatulQadar? Kira-kira jam 3 pagi aku bangun dan buat solat taubat sebelum aku sediakan sahur untuk keluarga. Lepas sahur sampai subuh aku buat solat hajat pulak. Esoknya aku cuba perhatikan tanda2 LailatulQadar macam yang selalu kita dengan dalam ceramah tu. Rasanya macam betul sajalah tanda2 tu.<br /><br />Tapi entahlah... Hanya Allah yang tahu, jika dia memberi aku rahmat yang sebegitu besar ertinya itu aku amat bersyukur. Aku cakap jugak dengan hubby apa yang aku rasakan dan doa aku agar dia pulih sihat seperti dulu. InsyaAllah, jika itu janji Allah, maka itulah yang akan kami perolehi. Wallahhualam.AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-57105406182953828482010-08-05T13:28:00.003+08:002010-08-05T13:48:09.106+08:00I MISS BLOGGING!!!!Salam to All.<br /><br />I wonder if there is still any reader left for this blog. Looking at the date, it does look like that I have been "missing" from blogging for almost 1 year. Many things have happened since then. Many things that I could write about in this blog, but somehow have never taken the time to do it.<br /><br />I kept promising myself to come back to this blog and almost all the time I will break that promise. I love writing truly but somehow, I was afraid that I may vent my frustration into my writing. That is why I did not blog.<br /><br />Anyway, Ramadhan is coming soon. This year, there will be only Hubby, me, my mak (who is I believe will not be fasting), Zahra the maid and Syia. Kak Long, Angah and Ayin will be fasting in their respective campus. The first time for Ayin who is in UiTM Puncak Alam, but I guessed there will be a first time for anything.<br /><br />Yes, we have engaged a maid. She is to take care of my mother more than anything else. Since my hubby's hypoglicemia attack, I have another duty of driving him to and from work. Syia's van driver has had a broken leg a few weeks ago. So my routine for everyday is to drive Syia to school at 7.00 am and after that drive my hubby to work around 7.45 am.<br /><br />The good thing is that I will get to have breakfast with him in his office. I will buy breakfast for both of us and prepare his morning drink for him. For lunch I will usually pack some rice with a dish of sort.<br /><br />In the evening normally, I will need to pick Syia from school and my hubby from work. One day in a week it is hubby first and Syia later. So right now, in between my chauffer duties, I will try to do other things like meeting people with my proposal for their retirement planning using the EPF and cash investment scheme. Anyone who want to know more please send me your email address so that I can send you a proposal. (Aiyoo, sempat buat promotion lagi makcik ni kann.... hehehe)<br /><br />To all who have been lingering by thanks and<br /><br />Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan Al-Mubarak.<br /><br />InsyaAllah we will find LailatulQadar in its midst.<br /><br />Salam<br /><br />ANAuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-44387227722260891372009-09-04T02:15:00.006+08:002009-09-04T15:19:04.340+08:00No Special Topic, Anything Goes !!I am writing this entry at 2.15 am, malam jumaat pulak tu.....<br /><br />Don't worry nothing to be scared of, this is the month of Ramadhan, all Syaitan are being tied :-)<br /><br />Actually, there is no special topic that I have in mind, but since I am awake I feel like yakking on my own.<br /><br />Yesterday's iftar for us is a full family iftar. Kak Long and Angah arrived home Thursday morning around sahur time.<br /><br />They sleep almost the whole day and in the evening they helped me in the kitchen preparing for iftar. Ayin and Syia took the day off helping because they had been helping for the past weeks. I usually don't prepare many dishes because hubby likes to buy from outside. Between the 3 of us we made Tomyam, fish & chips and coleslaw.<br /><br />Hubby brought terubuk and pari bakar, sambal tumis sotong and cream puff. Semua sedap-sedap belaka. So Angah and Kak Long kena postpone diet diorang tu. Memang makin berisi diorang sekarang ni.<br /><br />At the same time I have 3 Indonesian workers who are renovating our house. One of them is a Christian and 2 are Muslims. A few days into Ramadhan the Muslim guys were fasting. Maybe the weather was not very hot so they can fast while working. I provided them with sahur and iftar food too. I will bring out for them and and place on the table ourside the small hut that we have within our compound. But 3 days ago they have started not to fast. I still give them the sahur and iftar. No food in between, but I think they can have instant noodle cooked with boiled water easily.<br /><br />While cooking Kak Long spilled the secret that Syia had written an entry in <a href="http://aiysirtabshasya.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-sweet-n-loving-mom.html">her blog </a>about me. Syia and Kak Long now have a blog too. Syia used to write in Bahasa Melayu sms :-) and I had to put a stop to that. Her BM result was so bad that I was wondering why, until I stumble on her blog. I gave her an ultimatum, either you write in proper language or you close your blog. It is mainly peer influence actually since her friends blog are the same. But reading her entry on me makes me feel kind of mushy hehehhe.<br /><br />I don't want to make this a long entry so I am stopping here. I think there maybe another story during this Ramadhan soon. That is if I am doing the "qiamullail" in front of my pc, that is hehehe.<br /><br />Salam Nuzul Quran to all my Muslim friends, 17 Ramadhan is Angah's Muslim calender's Birthday. I had to ganti posa more than 17 days because of that 20 years ago :-). It is all worth it.AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-73380051047586033552009-08-24T08:43:00.002+08:002009-08-24T09:09:36.788+08:00Salam Ramadhan 1430HRamadhann is here again. I like Ramadhan because I don't have to think what to eat for breakfast, and lunch. The only think is what to cook for iftar and sahur. I like the tarawikh also because it is a once a year affair. This year I try to start from the first day. So far for the last 3 days I am good. Haven't skip it yet. InsyaAllah, I am trying to do it as much as I could.<br /><br />There are only 4 of us in the house who are fasting. Hubby, me, Ayin and Syia. My mak doesn't fast this year. She is getting quite weak now. Hardly walk or move anywhere now. She spends most of her time in bed. She even eat in the bedroom. The only place she walks to is the bathroom which is only 3 or 4 steps away.<br /><br />I think she is on her way to become senile (nyanyok). Although she recognises people but many things escape her memories. Solat time is always out. We need to tell her what prayer she is performing and how many rakaat that is. You tell her just 2 minutes away, and she will be asking you again what is she performing. She also need to be bathed as well. It is like going back to become a child once again. For now, I don't have to feed her but I wonder if she will need to be fed later on.<br /><br />When she is like this, I can see the attitude of my siblings. Who really care for her and who doesn't. Who comes and visit who hardly ask about her. Even those who come and visit may not even spend time to talk to her, just making sure that they show their face. The only regular one is my younger sister. She is here almost every week.<br /><br />With the ramadhan already starting, I am also thinking of the Aidilfitri. This year is another year which I can't contribute financialy towards the expenses for the aidilfitri. It is a big burden on my husband because the relatives who comes to our house every year is mine. Hardly anyone from his side comes, so he is spending on my behalf. I don't know how long it's going to be anyway.<br /><br />To all my Muslim friends out there<br />Salam Ramadhan, may this Ramadhan be the best for all of us.<br /><br />ANAuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-32267797170846701502009-08-08T21:46:00.004+08:002009-08-08T22:02:45.863+08:00Of Spam And Article WritingMasyaAllah<br /><br />Dah lama AN tak jenguk blog sendiri ni. Tengok-tengok spam berlambak-lambak lah pulak. Kalau joget lambak tu meriah lah jugak kan. Ni entah apa-apa yang di tulis semuanya dalam foreign language (foreign to me at least).<br /><br />Kat mana? Kat komen box di last entry lah. Padan muka AN lah sebab lama tak sapu sawang kat blog ni. Habis berabuk dah ni.<br /><br />I am still writing but not into blogspot. No! No! I don't have any other blog right now. Maybe I will some day when I gather enough knowledge on how to sell affiliate products through blogs. OMG!!! AN ni tak habis lagi berangan lah tu hehehehe. I am sure I can hear small little voices out there mocking me.<br /><br />Well, my principle is, IT'S FREE TO DREAM and don't you dare to take that away from me.<br /><br />Coming back about writing. I have been putting my writing skill into something beneficial. I am writing for a local person, a young enough chap to be my son (but he calls me "Kakak" you!!!! hehehe) with articles writing. He pays me of course but not very much lah. I can't get rich by writing for people anyhow. That's as much I have discovered. Right now I have produced almost 30 short articles for him. By doing so I am learning his method of making money on the internet.<br /><br />Now AN wants to dream again --- Now writing for people. Later write for my own affiliate blogs. Then maybe an ebook or even a hard copy. Imagine a title like "A Millionaire Makcik Blogger"<br /><br />I told you it's free to dream!!!.<br /><br />So keep on dreaming people. It keeps your imagination alive.<br /><br />Salam and thanks for keep on coming even when I have not been very attentive to you all of you.<br /><br />ANAuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-40826342473943765032009-05-11T09:41:00.002+08:002009-05-11T09:52:21.101+08:00There Is A First For Everything 2Well. I thought there won't be a sequel to the last entry. But surprisingly there is.<br /><br />Yesterday 10 May, is Mother's day...<br /><br />I have been married for nearly 24 years.<br /><br />I have been a mother for almost 22 years. Kak Long will be 22 in Sept.<br /><br />I have never recieved any mother's day's gift for all these years. Not that I was hoping or asking anyway. I am taking motherhood for granted I guessed.<br /><br />Yesterday,<br /><br />Being a sunday, Ayin went to tuition in Bukit Mertajam. I sent her early morning since hubby must have been very tired after arriving home from KL the night before.<br /><br />Hubby went to fetch Ayin home, and informed me that they were going to the mall. Nowadays the girls either go shoppin by themselves (usually Angah would be the appointed driver) or with their father. Mama has no money to spend, you see, so mama always stay home hehehe.<br /><br />So, it was a nice surprise when they came back and Ayin handed me a mug wrapped nicely as a gift with the inscription<br /><br />"HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY,<br /><br />LOVE YOU MAMA !!<br /><br />DRPD : BABA & Semua"<br /><br />So sweet lah hehehe<br /><br />I am trying to get the photo taken and will post it up later OK<br /><br />Well<br /><br />To all you mothers out there<br /><br />"<span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY</strong></span>"AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-44714599090935693632009-05-08T17:15:00.000+08:002009-05-08T17:15:00.838+08:00There is Always A First Time For EverythingLama jugak tak update ni. Bukan apa pun, seminggu lepas tak ada connection kat rumah. So melilau jugak lah aku ni sebab tak dapat nak berinternet. Jadinya aku pun mula masuk internet cafe.<br /><br />For the last few years I have been active on the internet, blogging or otherwise, I have not used the service of the internet cafe. But recently, when I had no connection at home, and I no longer have the choice of going into the world wide web from the ofice, I had to give the internet cafe a try.<br /><br />There are not many nearby my home actually. The one I went to was where I was waiting for Ayin to have her tuition. You see, Ayin, my form 5 daughter has 2 nights of tuition in the Kepala Batas/Bertam area. It's about 15 km from my home. My routine for those nights would be to join the solat isyak jemaah at the nearby masjid. After that I would then wait for her in the car in front of the tuition center. This week, I cannot enter the mosque, so I decided that the best thing to do is to lepak at the internet service center/cafe.<br /><br />Not to bad actually, because, I get to read articles, emails, even reply to comments for the blog. I guessed the younger generations that frequented the cafe must be wondering "apa makcik ni buat kat cyber cafe ni ekk?" Don't care lah, what they think. Even Ayin was laughing at me when I told her that I was "lepaakking" at the internet cafe. She must have thought that her mother is so "ketagih" with the internet sampai sanggup masuk cyber cafe. But then again, the place that I went was an open place, it was not a cafe actually. It only provides the internet service. Even games is not allowed there. There were only 8 pcs there. The main business is more of photostating, bingding, laminating etc.<br /><br />I have been to another one which is also not a cafe but, this one is a full fledge internet service shop. Still not a cafe because they provide food. This one has two types of rate, RM1.50 per hour if you want to use it in the open common area, with no air cond, or RM2.00 per hour if you want to use the airconded room which has cubicles around the pc, ensuring privacy for the user. Very nice. This facility provides headphone to every pc and games are allowed.<br /><br />My friend's husband is also operating an internet kiosk similar to the first one. He is somewhere in Kulim. His service is also around RM1.50 per hour due to the competion which had set-up after him in the area.<br /><br />Another reason for visiting the so called cyber cafe is that I was very much interested in setting one myself. People say that if you want to do a business, do something that you have a lot of passion for. I know that I have lots of passion for the internet hehehe. I am just scouting. Not sure what and how it is going to turn out yet. In the days of recession it is very difficult to start and maintain a business. You can ask any new or would be entreprenuer or even those who have been in business right now. business is slow, and to start a new business is like almost impossible to get any financing.<br /><br />To get the so called government grants are almost impossible. You may need to pocket out your own money to get those grants too, if you know what I mean. So how do we blame people for resorting to go to "alongs" for business capital. Sometimes they just have to as a last resort.<br /><br />Anyhow, it's been over 2 years that I have become a full time stay at home mom/wife etc. I think my husband is getting fedup of seeing me at home without any contribution to the family financially. Alhamdulillah he is still working. I may have to start finding something soon, I guess.<br /><br /><br />Anyone can offer me a part time job which I can do from home? Maybe, typing work or whatever. I am open for suggesstion.<br /><br />Yesterday, I was visited by PS my former colleuage. She is working in KL right now, and she said that she has tented her resignation. And you know what she is going to do? Going to sell nasi lemak in Kajang area somewhere. Her office work provides good money but, she couldn't stand the pressure anymore. Well, all the best to her and friends in their nasi lemak business. You may be asking me to do the same here, sell nasi lemak in fromt of my house maybe?, I can tell you I will be competing with so many around the corners of the streets here. Almost every corner here have a nasi lemak stall. I don't want to add another one. Nanti, it will become more of a charaty then a business for me.<br /><br />That's all for my rambling this time.<br /><br />Whatever it is, there is always a first time for something, if it's good just take it. Don't have to be shy about it. I am also learning something new every day.AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-33964175198699248742009-04-17T22:08:00.002+08:002009-04-17T22:19:40.262+08:00Meronda BlogI have just finished "meronda" blog-blog kawan-kawan. Cuma selected few lah yang aku ronda tadi tu. Dah lama sangat aku tak baca blog kawan-kawan dan juga sesetengah blog yang dulu-dulu aku tak pernah miss.<br /><br />Anyway, yang aku musykil ni ialah ada lah dua tiga blog yang "by invitation only".<br /><br />Wandering why the owner had decided to do that. One of them is Madam TaiTai, I heard she had an unwanted comment.<br /><br />Must be a harsh one, eh madam? I hope she was very strong in encountering the comment.<br /><br />I remembered long time ago when I used to recieve some unwanted comments too. But then again, I didn't think that they were really harsh. Someone did call me "perasan" once, and there were very racist type of comments at one time too.<br /><br />I hope to those who have recieved those hurtful harsh comments, please remain strong and one day please open your blog again. Not that it is my business anyway, and who am I to give the advise anyway, but, to me there more people at lost here rather than just opening to the few invited ones.<br /><br />Why? It is still opinion anyway OK. Because to me, there are better mannered people who would like to enjoy your blog than just the one who enjoyed throwing the sarcatic remarks around.<br /><br />That's what I think anyway.<br /><br />Keep on blogging and let us enjoy your stories the right way.<br /><br />p/s EddyPurnama - what happened to you?AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-27325709996251117392009-04-14T11:28:00.004+08:002009-04-14T11:48:12.081+08:00A LOOOONG Menopause<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY226bmobHA/SeQHA3eMZII/AAAAAAAAABY/hA8rF26RSUc/s1600-h/DSC04627.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324388370930754690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY226bmobHA/SeQHA3eMZII/AAAAAAAAABY/hA8rF26RSUc/s200/DSC04627.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>OMG, what a long menopause, hehehehe.<br /><br />Well I did it again yes? I seem to have abandoned my blog for a very very long time.<br /><br />In between I have missed new years and what ever other celebration there was from then till now.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well, I have not been around the blog for a long time, not reading not writing. I don't know, kinda lazy I guess. Not that I don't have time, but somehow, I never got around to post anything on the blog. My girls have been asking</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Mama, why aren't you blogging anymore?" </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"One of my friends, <em>ehem, ehem</em> had been reading your blog" Kak Long said.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>" Yes Mama, my friend also now started to call me Angah after reading your blog" Angah said.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Mama, Do you want me to continue your blog for you? " Syia asked me.<br /><br />I said to Syia, well then, it will have to be changed to "anak_auntyn.blogspot.com" otherwise noone will understand the new lingo "auntyN" is using. You see, Syia's friend is a blogger and her lingo would only suitable for audience of their ages. I was trying hard to understand what Syia's friend was writing when I visited her blog.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There are a lot of things to write actually but, I was kind of lazy.<br /><br />I am stopping here and I hope you enjoy the glimpse of my house. Untill next time when I will tell you about the Ikan Keli Project which we are currently doing at home. </div><div> </div><div>Salam</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-55157610645294417902008-10-22T11:27:00.005+08:002008-10-22T12:25:40.827+08:00Sujud As-Sajjadah<div align="justify">Masa aku anak dara dulu tu aku selalu jadi drebar pada mak aku. Ye lah sapa lagi yang dia nak ajak ke sana ke sini kalau bukan aku. Sebabnya, masa aku masih belum berkahwin, adik perempuan aku dan kakak aku dah berkahwin. Nak ajak anak-anak lelaki susah sikit, nak ajak ayah ke setengah tempat lagi lah dia tak mahu.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Mak ni dia suka belajar agama, selalu saja dia cari guru-guru yang boleh mengajar kitab untuk belajar. Masa aku kerja atau tak senang, dia naik bas dan bila baliknya ayah ambik dia kat tempat bas. Kadang-kadang kena jugak dia berjalan kaki dalam sebatu dua untuk sampai ke tempat mengaji yang susah nak ada laluan bas. Hari-hari yang aku boleh hantar dia, ambik dia aku akan lalukan walaupun selepas aku berkahwin dan ada anak. Sebabnya kami tinggal dekat dengan rumah mak, kalau hari ahad tu dia akn telefon aku untuk tujuan tu. Kadang-kadang kalau ada mood atau tak berapa sibuk nak buat kerja rumah aku ikut dengar kuliah tu. cari ilmu sikit-sikit. </div><p> </p><p>Satu acara yang dia suka sangat ialah bersolat sujud sajadah. Solat ni nak buat sendiri pun boleh cuma kena lah tahu surah yang ada ayat As-Sajjadah tu. Actually solat ini, ialah solat subuh di pagi Jumaat, solat subuh macam solat biasa, cuma surah yang dibaca selepas surah Al-Fatihah ialah surah As-Sajjasdah. Bila sampai kepada ayat yang mengsunatkan kita sujud, kita turun sujud dulu sambil baca doa dalam sujud tu. Aku pun dah lupa doanya. Lepas tu bangun semula sambung habiskan ayat kemudain baru ruku' dan sambung solat sehingga akhir solat subuh tu. Kalau buat secara berjemaah tu senang lah sebab kita ikut je bila masa nak sujud dan seterusnya. </p><br /><div align="justify">Kat kampung ni adalah dua tiga tempat yang buat solat ni zaman aku muda-muda dula lah ni. Sekarang aku tak pasti ada yang buat lagi. Aku pun tak tahu pasal apa. Yang pasti pengamal-pengamal solat ni dah meninggal dunia. Yang aku kenal lah ni. Yang tak kenal tu tak tahu pulak. Kut depa la ni kata benda tu bidaah ke apa tak tahu pulak aku. Belum dengar lagi cerita tu. </div><br /><div align="justify"><br />Ada dua rumah yang mak selalu akan ajak aku pergi solat ni. Rumah tok guru Man Nahu dan rumah Pak Long Man. Tok Guru Man Nahu tu dia mengajar kitab, adalah hari-harinya yang mak akan tumpang aku semasa aku nak ke ofis untuk pergi mengaji. Pasal apa orang panggil dia Man Nahu aku tak pasti, nak kata nahu bahasa melayu atau bahasa arab pun aku tak boleh cerita. Anak dia ada sorang yang dulunya sama satu kelas dengan aku masa aku sekolah rendah. Nama dia tu Kasim. Kira-kira rumah Tok Guru ni first choice lah kalau nak solat tu. Rumah Pak Long Man tu hanya kalau Tok Guru sakit atau tak ada rumah dan selepas dia meninggal dunia. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><p> </p><p>Yang paling aku tak boleh lupa masa aku bawak mak pi solat tu, ialah pada satu pagi yang lembab. Malam sebelumnya hujan lebat. Pagi tu masih renyai-renyai hujan. Jadinya tanah memang basah dan berlumpur. Pagi tu, kereta aku ada kat bengkel sebab entah apa sebab, jadi aku drive pick-up truck Daihatsu untuk pergi solat dengan mak. Nak seribu daya kan, aku punya prinsip ialah, aku nak buat ibadah, apa nak malu. Jadi Pick-up truck, pun pick-up truck lah. Lagipun masa tu subuh, selasai solat tu, keaddan sekeliling masih samar-samar, sapa nak nampak aku bawak pick-up pun. </p><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Mungkin kerana hujan yang lebat, jalan depan rumah Tok Guru Man di korek untuk menghindari air memasukki kawasan rumah dia. Ataupun ada kerja-kerja peparitan sehari sebelumnya. Taklah dalam parit yang digali tu. Nampak macam dah kena timbus,, cuma amat berlumpur. Ada diorang letak dua keping papan melingkaui tanah berlumpur tu.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Masa pergi, tak ada masalah, senang saja aku jalan atas papan tu. Masa nak keluar tu, mungkin papan pun dah tak elok kedudukannya, tayar pick-up dah "terpeleot" hehehe, tergelincir lah tu dari papan tu. Maka masuk paritlah tayar tu, makin di tekan minyak makin dalam jadinya tayat tu masuk ke dalam lumpur. Habis tu nak buat macam mana, nak suruh mak drive, sementara aku cuba lepaskan tayar tu dari lumpur, mak mana tahu drive. Jadi aku terpaksa ajar mak macam mana nak buat. dia letak kan papan kat bawah roda dah aku akan undurkan truck tu. Nasib lah mak masa tu kuat lagi, boleh lah dia ikut arahan aku tu. Tapinya berlumpur jugak kami anak beranak terutamanya mak lepas aku dah berjaya lepaskan tayar dari lumpur tanah merah tu.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="justify">Yang aku bengang masa tu sebab, si Kassim ada dekat situ. Entah apa dia buat, aku pun tak tahu nak tunggu bas nak pergi kerja lah kut. Bukan dia nak tolong kami, siap cakap macam-macam lagi. Naik hangin jugak aku tapi malas aku nak layan masa tu. Aku cuma nak lepaskan diri secepat mungkin. Alhamdullilah dengan sekali usaha sahaja kami dapat lepas. Tapi, bukan saja tayar dan pick-up truck yang kotor berlumpur, kami dua beranak pun sama. Telekung mak pun dari putih dah jadi merah. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">Walau macam mana pun kejadian tu tak lah melemahkan semangat kami nak bersolat di situ lagi. Cuma aku dah bawak pick-up truck dah selepas tu. Naik kereta sajalah. Bila ingatkan balik lucu pulak jadinya. Pick-up truck tu pun dah lama ayah jual, aku pun dah tak ingat nombor plet dia. Kalau ingat dulu-dulu nak berblog mungkin aku siap ambik gambar masukkan dalam blog kan hehehe...</div><div align="justify"></div>AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-52019428251689497262008-10-14T10:19:00.005+08:002008-10-22T12:29:11.876+08:003 Imams<div align="justify">I can't quite remember when I started to frequent the mosque for the tarawikh prayers during Ramadhan. For sure it was before I got married. Back then the visit was more frequent as when I was busy being a wife and mother to young kids. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">As far as I could remember then, Arwah Pak Long Lah was the imam for the tarawikh prayers. He was the imam until his death. Pak Long Lah was my grandfather's friend. He was not a haji at the time of his demise although he dressed as one i.e with the headgear (serban) popular at that time. My grandfather, Pak Long Lah and another friend whom we called Tok Aad (short for Tok Saad) were 3 friends who would be going to pray for the jenazah whenever there was one aroung the whole state. During those time, in the 1980s era, when someone passed away, there were congregation from outside the community which would be doing the prayers for the date. They would come in drones of cars just to perform the jenazah prayer. The tradition has no longer being practised now. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">At the time when phones and handphones are not as widely used as now, communication on where and when to do the prayer was successfully communicated. It baffled me as well, but I did not, at that time thought of asking my grandfather of it. I believe it was through the word of mouth. A lot of the times the dead was not anyone related to those who come to pray for him or her. But those who came to pray were given some token wrapped in a newspaper as a sign of gratitude, I guessed. There were no green/yellow/red/blue packets like now. If the dead was someone who was quite well to-do then the token would be more, if not then the wrapping would only contain a ringgit or 2. But then, at that time that was considered a lot of money. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">There was a time when, there not enough transport to ferry these people to the jenazah prayer. My grandfather, although knew nothing of how to drive a car bought a second hand morris minor car for their convinience. The driver was Tok Aad. Besides going for the jenazah prayers, the car was also used for their recreation, like when my grandfather wanted to take my step-grandmother back to her kampung etc. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Back to Pak Long Lah the imam, he had a melodious voice when he recited the ayats during the prayers. His voice was firm and for his age that time he had a lot of energy toperform the 20 rakaat of tarawikh + 3 witir. It was the tradition in this kampung that the tarawikh would be performed using the ayat-ayat lazim (the short surah). It is normally over by 10.00 pm. Until now it is being practised that way. I still could come back and watch CSI after the prayers hehehe. (Luput pahala tarawikh sikit ekk..)</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Pak Long Lah after his demise was succeeded by his son, the one popularly known as Ustaz Mad. His real name was Osman. I have no idea how he became known as Mad rather than Man. Maybe, when he was young the name didn't suit him. So that his parents had to give him another name to call eventhough his I/C registered him as Osman. Although he was not an ustaz at the school, he was working as a goverment officer in the Pejabat Ugama Penang, but he was popularly called "ustaz", maybe as a sign of respect to him and his father.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Ustaz Mad had a softer voice than his father, his recitation of the ayat was not a melodious as his father. Since his house was just behind the mosque, his younger sons would also frequented the mosque during the prayer. I used to resent their visit because of the noise they made, especially by the youngest son who would be running in and out of ladies prayers' saf. He was there on the ladies site because his mother was also performing the prayers. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Ustaz Mad was at one time responsible for me being elected into the PIBG of the primary school. That year was the year Ayin UPSR exam year. I had never attended any PIBG meeting because of the fear of being elected into the committee. Why? I didn't think I could be committed to the work, due to my own pressures at work. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Ayin insisted that I attended the meeting saying that the principal had asked all parents of the exam year student to attend. Not wanting to be in trouble with the school against my better judgement I attended the meeting. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Prior to the meeting, Ustaz Mad spotted me amongst the parents (although, I tried to sit well on the far end as possible). He came to ask whether my name was "Aminah". I said Nom Aminah is my older sister. Aminah is not even my sister's name, but it is her pet name given by our grandmother. The whole kampung actually known her as Aminah and not her real name. I also have a pet name, so I guessed Ustaz Mad could not be using that name because, it is not appropriate for me to be nominated as "Adik Besar" for a PIBG committee. ( Now semua orang tau nama glemer AN ye...hehehe)</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">So when the nomination started, Ustaz Mad nominated me as Puan Aminah, and knowing that he was refering to me, I had to make the correction for my name. I got nominated and serve the committee for a year. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Ustaz Mad had 6 sons. I had a feeling that he was hoping to for a daughter too. He didn't get his wish and he passed away about 2 years ago. His eldest son is 25 years old and his youngest is only 7 years old. Incidently, his widow has re-married this year. She is just one year younger than me.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The 3rd imam is Ustaz Mad eldest son, Faiz. I knew him when I was helping out with the bilik gerakan pilihanraya ke-12 last March. We were on the same party. He was one very active youth, techno-savvy and a teacher in one of the primary school in Butterworth. I once referred him as ustaz but he refused to acknowledge that title, saying that he was only a teacher.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Incidently, this young imam has a voice almost as firm as melodious as his grandfather and I would say his late grandfather and father wpuld have been proud of him for being elected as a assistant imam in the kampung at that young age.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-62868994305894276752008-10-07T10:30:00.002+08:002008-10-07T10:58:26.718+08:00Cerita Raya 1429H<div align="justify">Mula-mula sekali aku nak mintak maaf pada sapa-sapa yang datang rumah tapi tak jumpa, yang nak datang rumah tapi tak berani sebab tengok ramai sangat kat rumah aku atau sebab aku tak balas sms diorang yang tanya aku ada kat rumah ke tak. Ataupun yang telefon tapi aku tak angkat sebab tak dengar, bila dah tengok miss call tu dah larut malam dah, masa dah lalok gitu.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Semua sms yang dihantar wish aku selamat hari raya pun aku tak sempat nak balas. Nanti esok atau lusa aku balas jugak lah, kan raya tu sebulan jugak macam puasa jugak.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Tahun ni, macam biasa ramai yang berkunjung ke rumah aku. Tak putus-putus orang datang selama 3 hari raya pertama tu. Kawan-kawan aku dari zaman sekolah yang sudah puluhan tahun tak datang rumah aku pun datang. PS yang dulu kerja dengan aku, sekarang dia kerja kat KL macam selalu dia datang dengan adik dia. Sekarang ni setahun sekali saja kami dapat jumpa dan bersembang "of the good old days", gossip sikit itu ini. Seronok jugak dengar cerita kerja dia, one one hand aku rasa aku miss jugak masa kerja, stress kerja tu, on the other hand aku rasa syukur jugakj aku dah tak payah dok sakit kepala riau pasal kerja. Sekarang ni perlu risau pasal rumah tangga saja kan..</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Kami tahun ni tukar style sikit. 2 tahun dahulu tu kami buat BBQ raya pada malam raya pertama. Tapi tahun ni, kami buat open house pada raya ke-3. Sebabnya, Abang Lang tahun ni balik kampung selepas solat raya dan menziarahi kubur Nora, arwah anak dia. Dia terus ke rumah mak mertua dia dulu. Raya ke-2 baru dia datang ke rumah aku. Lepas tu anak-anak aku ada nak ajak kawan-kawan datang beraya di rumah, kalau tak raya pertama tu hari lain pun tak apa kata diorang, jadi aku syorkan raya ke-3 sajalah. Sepupu-sepupu aku (anak-anak, menantu, cucu-cucu kakak, abang dan adik mak aku ) pun cakap nak datang raya ke-3. Jadi dah lah raya pertama pun orang ramai yang datang, raya ke-3, lagilah ramai. Dari lepas Jumaat tu sampai ke malam. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Tahun ni pun menu pun ada sedikit perubahan. Raya pertama selain dari yang biasa-biasa tu, iaitu rendang ketupat, lontong, ayam serai lengkuas, kuah kacang tu, kami masak laksa penang. Aku suruh adik aku S datang buat kuah laksa di petang akhir Ramadhan tu. Tapi semua persiapan aku dah sediakan. Dia memang selalu buat laksa kat rumah dia. Anak-anak aku pun mula tu tak confident dengan kebolehan mak dia nak masak laksa. Siap tanya "mama reti ka buat kuah laksa?" Amboi, depa ingat mama depa tak reti nak buat kuah laksa no.. Mana tak nya, depa bukan pernah tengok aku buat kuah laksa kat rumah ni. Aku pernah sekali sahaja masak laksa kat rumah ni. Itu tak bererti aku tak tahu nak masak kuah laksa. Sebab aku tak masak kuah laksa kat rumah ialah sebab selalu tu asyik beli sebungkus 2 bila nak makan. Walaupun terlebih pedas kuah yang adik aku buat hari tu ( siap aku kena tambah 2 periuk air, asam dan garam untuk mengurangkan kepedasan kuah tu). Laksa beras aku beli kat pasar 10 kg, hampir habis semua laksa yang aaku beli tu. Jadi tahun depan menu ini agaknya akan di kekalkan InsyaAllah kalau ada rezeki dan umur panjang.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Raya ke-2, walaupun kurang sedikit yang datang tapi ada jugak yang datang, kebanyakan sedara-mara yang nak melawat mak aku. Bila dah petang sikit aku dan hubby pun ambik kesempatan rehatkan badan kat atas sofa kat depan. Tak sedar ada orang datang dan tinggalkan nota kat situ. Hari ni baru aku ternampak nota tu. Maaf ye Atenah. Apasal tak ketuk pintu tu, AN ada kat depan pintu tu je masa tu rasanya. Tak pun, pusing rumah tu, sure ada yang nampak korang datang tu.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Raya ke-3 memang havoc. Lepas solat Jumaat tu, rumah kami macam kena serbu. Mula dari kawan-kawan anak-anak, sedara mara, kawan-kawan adik beradik aku, kawan-kawan anak sedara pun datang. Sepupu-sepapat yang tak pernah datang pun muncul. Kawan baik mak aku pun datang dengan anak dan menantu dia. Janda adik aku dengan mak serta adik beradik dia pun datang. Diorang datang dengan baik, aku sambut dengan baik. Sampai malam baru reda.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Mula tu aku masak nasi minyak 2 periuk saja, bila dah ramai tetamu yang datang, aku tengok dah habis 1 periuk, yang seperiuk lagi pun dah tinggal setengah, aku kena masak 1 periuk lagi. Lauk ayam, raya ke-2 aku masak sekali lagi, bila dah tengok dah tinggal sikit, aku pun masak lagi se-kuali. Rencah-rencah memang dah ada semuanya, tinggal nak tumiskan sajalah. Sempatlah jugak masak ayam tu, rasanya sedap ke tak tu, aku tak tahu lah dah. Memang kami dah plan suruh adik D untuk goreng char koawteaw. Seawal pukul 3 petang dah dia mula menggoreng. Hingga ke malam tu 100 biji telur habis, maknanya 100 pingganlah yang digoreng tu. Aku makan 1 pinggan saja, hubby pun macam tu. Tapi, ada jugak yang aku tengok 2,3 pinggan yang diorang makan tu. Kena beratur jugak lah dok tunggu charkoawteaw tu. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Tahun ni rasanya, kelam kabut sedikit. Tak berapa kemas perancangan tu. InsyaAllah kalau dipanjangkan umur dan murah rezeki aku dan hubby dah plan nak buat macam mana, supaya kami tak kelam kabut dan kepenatan macam tahun ni. Imagine, punyalah penat, kaki hubby sampai bengkak, badan kami tu dah tak payah cakaplah sakit-sakit tu. Sampai aku rasa jari-jemari aku pun dah nak lucut dari tangan aku. Yang paling aku kesian, hubby akulah, bukan setakat sakit tubuh badan, kocek pun sakit jugak. Sebab dia yang menanggung semua perbelanjaan, walhal yang dijamu tu kebanyakkannya sedara mara aku. Aku tak dapat nak menyumbang sangat 2 tahun kebelakangan ini. Aku cuma dapat doakan rezeki kami dimurahkan lagi supaya kami dapat mengekalkan tradisi kami meraikan tetamu di tahun-tahun yang mendatang.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Sekali lagi kepada semua aku nak ucapkan </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">SELAMAT HARI RAYA</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">MAAF ZAHIR BATHIN</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Puasa 6 belum buat lagi ni. Mungkin Khamis ni nak start. Aku ada banyak hari jugak nak Qada' ni gayanya tahun ini.</div><div align="justify"></div>AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-30174752398617596322008-09-28T01:19:00.002+08:002008-09-28T01:23:31.997+08:00Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri<div align="justify">Sekejap sangat rasanya Ramadhan tahun ni. Tak sempat nak rasa penat dah nak raya dah kan. Tak sempat nak betul-betul menghayati tarawikh, dah nak habis dah. Masa berlalu terlalu pantas. Kadang-kadang entah apa-apa yang kita buat dah nak habis sebulan.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Tahun ni tahun kedua aku berpuasa sebagai full time "desperate housewife". Jadinya awal-awal aku berazam nak berdisiplin sikit tentang solat tarawikh. Nak tunaikan sebanyak mungkin. Jadinya sejak malam 1 Ramadhan aku dah mula ke masjid. Ayin kata, esok je lah mama kita start ke masjid dolat tarawikh, tapi aku cakap kalau tak start malam ni, nanti dah naik malas. Macam tahun lepas, memang aku malas nak ke masjid. Bila dah tak ke masjid, kadang-kadnag tu miss jugaklah kat rumah tu tak buat pun. Tidur yang banyak.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Jadi tahun ni Alhamdulillah, aku paksa dirii aku ke masjid. Ayin dan Syia ada juga ikut aku. Kadang-kadang masa aku uzur atau tertidur, diorang sendiri yang pergi. Diorang kalau pergi tu buat 8 rakaat saja. Aku buat 20 + 3 rakaat selepas 15 Ramadhan. Sebelum tu ada yang 20 ada yang 8.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Hari ni dah 28 Ramadhan. Tinggal 2 malam saja lagi nak tarawikh InsyaAllah. Harap-harap malam LailatulQadar tu aku lalui sebaik mungkin. </div><div align="justify"><br />Persedian raya tahun agak awal jugak. Baju raya anak-anak dara aku tu sedari hari pertama Ramadhan dah di beli. Baju kurung sorang sepasang je. Seronok budak-budak tu dapat beli baju awal, tak macam dulu-dulu yang last minit baru nak pergi beli. Susah nak mencari yang sesuai sebab dah nak habis baju kat kedai tu di pilih orang. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Sebenarnya bukan pasal apa yang terbeli awal tu. Kak Longdengan Angah, balik nak sambut Ramadhan dengan kami. Dapatlah berpuasa 1 hari di rumah. Hubby kata elok pergi shopping terus, jadi diorang anak-anak dara tu ikut je baba diorang pergi shopping baju raya. Aku tak pergi sebab tak ada orang nak jaga maktok kalau semua sekali pergi. Jadinya tak lah berkedai-kedai memilih baju, sekadar masuk satu kedai je, borong 5 pasang baju kurung. 5 Pasang le, sebab 4 anak dara + 1 mak dara hehehe. Kak Long tolong pilihkan untuk saiz aku. Sebenarnya aku ada cakap tak payah belikan sebab aku baru beli sepasang baju kurung Pahang bulan 7 dulu. Elok lagi sebab baru dipakai 2, 3 kali aje, tak nak membazir lah konon. Tapi orang dah sayang katakan, dia beli lah jugak sepasang kan hehehe. Alhamdullillah.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Tu bab baju, tudung belum lagi, kadut belum lagi. Bab ini, hari ni baru aku bawak diorang pergi beli. Tudung 5 helai pun dah seratus lebih. Lepas tu bawak diorang ke Jaya Jusco yang baru buka tu untuk beli kasut. Setiapp kedai kasut diorang ni masuk. Setiap kasut di beli di kedai berbeza. Kak Long dan Angahsiapp dengan kasut tinggi diorang. Angah siap yang ada "bling-bling lagi. Ayin pulak cerewet sangat nak buat pilihan. Last-last dapatyang paling murah. Syia, mula tu memang tak nak beli sandal baru sebab sandal dia elok lagi, tapi dok tengok kakak beli kesian pulak nanti dia pakai sandal lama tu, aku belikan jugak sandal yang baru. Dia ni sandal BATA je lah selalu sesuai dengan dia. Habis tu beli tudung dengan kasut habis jugaklah RM400 duit aku tadi tu. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Siang nanti, hubby ajak pergi shopping barang-barang dapur lah pulak. Rumah kami ni kan selalu jadi tumpuan, jadinya setiap tahun kami kena berbelanja lebih dari adik-beradik yang lain. Fridge pun akan jadi sesak dengan barang-barang yang nak di masak nanti tu. Aku pun sehari sebelum raya tu seperti biasa kena start acara memasak. Kadang-kadang nak jugak ajak je adik aku tu datang tolong masak kat rumah aku ni. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Tadi aku dah bahagi-bahagikankerja rumah kat anak-anak aku. Kak Long kena bersih dan susun atur almari kat dapur tu. Angah kerjanya memanjat dan membersihkan kipas-kipas kat dalam rumah, Ayin dah ambik tugas mop lantai dan Syia pulak volunteer nak cuci tandas. Betul dia volunteer. Aku cuma cakap apa tugas yang kena buat dan diorang yang pilih apa nak buat tau. Sepanjang bulan puasa ni ada anak sedara aku duduk dengan kami, dia buat masa kerja kat kedai minyak sebelah rumah aku ni, yang ni aku belum berikan kerja kat dia lagi. Mungkin nak suruh sapu laman esok rasanya. Hari Isnin atau selasa, nak kemas bilik-bilik sebab nanti Abang lang dengan keluarga dia tidur kat rumah aku. Tahun ni diorang balik selepas ziarah kubur Nora di raya pertama tu. Aku boleh agak yang ini akan menjadi rutin baru diorang setiap tahun. Mungkin Athirah akan jugak ikut bersama diorang. Bapa Athirah aku tak pasti, walaupun aku ada jugak invite dia sekali balik beraya di sini. Walaupun Nora dah tak ada, hubungan dia dengan kami akan tetap seperti dulu, sebabnya ada Athirah sebagai penyambung silaturrahim tu. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Kat sini aku dan keluarga nak ucapkan Selamat Menyambut Aidilfitri dann Maaf Zahir dan Batin kepada semua yang sudi datang baca blog AuntyN. Selama dok baca-baca ni mungkin ada bahasa yang menyinggung perasaan atau terusik hati tu, harap dapat dimaafkan. Sesiapa yang lalu kut rumah atau kut kampung ni silalah singgah AuntyN. kalau rendang dah habis pun, insyaAllah air teh kosong masih boleh dihidangkan hehehe.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Yang nak balik kampung berhati-hati di jalan raya. Ingat Allah dan orang-orangyang tersayang yang nak anda jumpa nanti tu, Jadi pandulah dengan berhemah. Kalau ngantuk, tukar drebar ke, berenti kat station Petronas ke minum kopi free OK. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Bila dah seronok beraya tu, jangan sampai lupa amalan seharian kita, nanti dah pakai baju cantik, muka make-up lawa-lawa, dah lupa pulak nak solat. Habis pahala 1 bulan puasa. Tak pun dah mula melantak sampai macam ular kekenyangan tu, asyik pulak dok melengkar depan TV, sampai tak sedar waktu solat dah nak habis. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Sekali Lagi</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI</strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong><div align="justify"><br />DAN </div><div align="justify"><br />MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATHIN</strong></span></div>AuntyNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421noreply@blogger.com7