<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806</id><updated>2011-12-15T20:38:52.956+08:00</updated><category term='Kidney failure'/><category term='Merdeka'/><category term='Comeback 2011'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Aidilfitri'/><category term='Ramadhan 1431'/><category term='Ramadhan'/><category term='Syia'/><category term='kampung'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Old age'/><category term='Answer'/><category term='Retirement'/><category term='Raya 1428'/><category term='Buah-buahan'/><category term='Work'/><category term='imam'/><category term='Mothers&apos; Day'/><category term='Post retirement'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='solat'/><category term='tagging'/><category term='Nora'/><category term='Training'/><category term='Ramadhan 1411'/><title type='text'>Celoteh Seorang Makcik Kampung</title><subtitle type='html'>Sekadar celoteh seorang makcik yang tinggal di kampung untuk mengisi ruang waktu seharian.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>341</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-6899133396803807614</id><published>2011-10-14T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T17:13:26.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aidilfitri'/><title type='text'>Raya ka, PilihanRaya</title><content type='html'>Hari 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hujan pulak tu dari malam sebelumnya sampai pagi hari acara tu. Padang sekolah tempat depa buat acara tu apalagi lecah macam bendang lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak nak cerita banyak, nanti aku upload gambaq-gambaq. Hang pa tengok sendiri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-6899133396803807614?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6899133396803807614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=6899133396803807614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6899133396803807614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6899133396803807614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2011/10/raya-ka-pilihanraya.html' title='Raya ka, PilihanRaya'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-1264943906145024849</id><published>2011-09-13T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:08:13.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aidilfitri'/><title type='text'>Aidilfitri 1432H</title><content type='html'>This 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always my main dishes were rendang daging, ayam serai lengkuas, sayur lodeh &amp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssst: I am tired of typing using the samsung galaxy tab. So I will continue later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-1264943906145024849?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1264943906145024849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=1264943906145024849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/1264943906145024849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/1264943906145024849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/aidilfitri-1432h.html' title='Aidilfitri 1432H'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-5381501846871335239</id><published>2011-08-20T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:05:48.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old age'/><title type='text'>Menopause - On Pause</title><content type='html'>I 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. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it just to show that I am probably still very healthy and "awet muda" hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever..... ALHAMDULILLAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-5381501846871335239?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5381501846871335239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=5381501846871335239&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5381501846871335239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5381501846871335239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/menopause-on-pause.html' title='Menopause - On Pause'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-569666047913910778</id><published>2011-08-05T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T11:57:47.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kidney failure'/><title type='text'>kidney failure - fasting experience</title><content type='html'>This year is the first year, hubby is fasting as a kidney patient. We heard a few views about the hukum of fasting during dialysis. Some say can while some say cannot. But we are taking the view that it is dharurat and dialysis is a must. A person can die if he or she does not undergo dialysis several times. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-569666047913910778?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/569666047913910778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=569666047913910778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/569666047913910778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/569666047913910778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/kidney-failure-fasting-experience.html' title='kidney failure - fasting experience'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-1545100563654925281</id><published>2011-07-23T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T17:16:17.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidney Failure - Post Dialysis Story</title><content type='html'>Pheww, how time flies. It has been very busy months since my last update. Even right now, I am trying to update this blog from KPJ. This would probably the only free time frame that I have for myself. So when I send him for dialysis, I will be sitting in the cafe of KPJ Hospital, going online. That is if I have nothing else planned for the afternoon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post dialysis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My husband lost 20kg of weight. This is all within 1 month time frame. This is not fat loss, because no muscles being built up from the lost. The loss was fluid loss. During dialysis water will be extracted from the blood and filtered out. Before he started dialysis, hubby weighed 86 kg. 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other food that he has to "pantang" - Santan, pulut, salty/ or high sodium foodstuffs, high fluid fruits like watermelon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time I will write about other people's experiences and the caregiver story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, Ramadhan is near, to all my readers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you all, the BLESSING OF RAMADHAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAY THIS RAMADHAN BE THE BEST EVER IN OUR LIVES SO FAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAY IT BRING US NEAR TO ALLAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAY IT BRING THE BARAKHAH OF THE MONTH AND THE LAILATULQADAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amiinn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-1545100563654925281?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1545100563654925281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=1545100563654925281&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/1545100563654925281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/1545100563654925281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/kidney-failure-post-dialysis-story.html' title='Kidney Failure - Post Dialysis Story'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-4745722902826133446</id><published>2011-05-02T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:20:11.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kidney failure'/><title type='text'>Kidney Failure - My Husband's Story 3</title><content type='html'>Sorry lambat sikit update. Been very busy driving around hospitals. My life recently is revolved around 3 hospitals. Will continue soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I posted at facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-outline-level:2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My husband hospital episod&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.25pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: gray; "&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: gray; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: gray; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1803886567"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;color:#3B5998"&gt;Normah Hassan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: gray; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: gray; "&gt;on Friday, April 8, 2011 at 10:12am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-4745722902826133446?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4745722902826133446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=4745722902826133446&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4745722902826133446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4745722902826133446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/kidney-failure-my-husbands-story-3.html' title='Kidney Failure - My Husband&apos;s Story 3'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-2935242052526795764</id><published>2011-04-22T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:35:14.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kidney failure'/><title type='text'>Kidney Failure - My Husband's Story 2</title><content type='html'>Although 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.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case of kidney failure, there is no symptom for you to know that your kidneys have failed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kaitan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kalau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sakit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pinggang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dengan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kerosakan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;buah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pinggang&lt;/span&gt;. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wheezing&lt;/span&gt; almost non stop, his chest was full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;phlegm&lt;/span&gt;. For the past one year, I think, we became the largest consumer of tissue papers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the monthly visit to the hospital, his blood was taken for testing. Progressively, blood urea level and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;creatinine&lt;/span&gt; level in his blood had also increased. Starting with around&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Creatinine &lt;/span&gt;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).  &lt;/span&gt;No way he could survive without dialysis, if we prolong it, he would have complications, may even be in a coma or worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Neprologist&lt;/span&gt; - Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt;, advised him to be warded for dialysis. So on 15 March hubby was warded into Hospital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Seberang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jaya&lt;/span&gt; for the second time in his life. On the 16 March, the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;IJC&lt;/span&gt; (Inter Jugular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cathether&lt;/span&gt; - I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;) was placed on his neck by Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt;. After that they performed blood dialysis on him for the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;phlegm&lt;/span&gt; was reduced too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spec for normal kidney function - blood test result (the only way to know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creatinine   51 - 124 mmol/L (millimol per liter of blood)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urea             2.0 - 6.8 mmol/L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-2935242052526795764?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2935242052526795764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=2935242052526795764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/2935242052526795764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/2935242052526795764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/kidney-failure-my-husbands-story-2.html' title='Kidney Failure - My Husband&apos;s Story 2'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-5491565254709500133</id><published>2011-04-14T00:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:53:57.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kidney failure'/><title type='text'>Kidney Failure - My Husband Story 1</title><content type='html'>It 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. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then we have been going for monthly regular check-up. After a year, we are told that my husband has kidney failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hypoglycemia is low blood sugar level below 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hyperglycemia is high blood sugar level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The normal person reading would be around 5 to 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-5491565254709500133?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5491565254709500133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=5491565254709500133&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5491565254709500133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5491565254709500133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/kidney-failure-my-husband-story-1.html' title='Kidney Failure - My Husband Story 1'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-7208702887318045688</id><published>2011-04-09T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:41:03.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comeback 2011'/><title type='text'>Dari Kamar Hospital Seberang Jaya</title><content type='html'>No, NO!! I am not sick... Alhamdulillah.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;pssst Not really true, I have a slight cold. Not that it would be enough to get warded anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I am not working here as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have been sleeping in this room for more more than 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my hubby who is warded here. He has been diagnosed with kidney failure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story on my hubby would come later.. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This entry is more about me first..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the technology, you can blog from anywhere right?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My english is I think dah berterabur...... semua pitching ke laut habis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untill next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-7208702887318045688?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7208702887318045688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=7208702887318045688&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/7208702887318045688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/7208702887318045688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/dari-kamar-hospital-seberang-jaya.html' title='Dari Kamar Hospital Seberang Jaya'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-9016783484757603500</id><published>2010-09-30T10:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:56:49.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan 1431'/><title type='text'>LailatulQadar Kah Itu?</title><content type='html'>Syawal dah nak habis, aku baru nak tulis pasal Ramadhan. Tak apa lah kan asal ada update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-9016783484757603500?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9016783484757603500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=9016783484757603500&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/9016783484757603500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/9016783484757603500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2010/09/lailatulqadar-kah-itu.html' title='LailatulQadar Kah Itu?'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-5710540618295382848</id><published>2010-08-05T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:48:09.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan 1411'/><title type='text'>I MISS BLOGGING!!!!</title><content type='html'>Salam to All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who have been lingering by thanks and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan Al-Mubarak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah we will find LailatulQadar in its midst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-5710540618295382848?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5710540618295382848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=5710540618295382848&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5710540618295382848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5710540618295382848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-blogging.html' title='I MISS BLOGGING!!!!'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-4438722772226089137</id><published>2009-09-04T02:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:19:04.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><title type='text'>No Special Topic, Anything Goes !!</title><content type='html'>I am writing this entry at 2.15 am, malam jumaat pulak tu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry nothing to be scared of, this is the month of Ramadhan, all Syaitan are being tied :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there is no special topic that I have in mind, but since I am awake I feel like yakking on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's iftar for us is a full family iftar. Kak Long and Angah arrived home Thursday morning around sahur time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;amp; chips and coleslaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cooking Kak Long spilled the secret that Syia had written an entry in &lt;a href="http://aiysirtabshasya.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-sweet-n-loving-mom.html"&gt;her blog &lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-4438722772226089137?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4438722772226089137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=4438722772226089137&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4438722772226089137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4438722772226089137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-special-topic-anything-goes.html' title='No Special Topic, Anything Goes !!'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-7338005104758603355</id><published>2009-08-24T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:09:36.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Ramadhan 1430H</title><content type='html'>Ramadhann 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my Muslim friends out there&lt;br /&gt;Salam Ramadhan, may this Ramadhan be the best for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-7338005104758603355?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7338005104758603355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=7338005104758603355&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/7338005104758603355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/7338005104758603355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/salam-ramadhan-1430h.html' title='Salam Ramadhan 1430H'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-3226779717084670150</id><published>2009-08-08T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:02:45.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>Of Spam And Article Writing</title><content type='html'>MasyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my principle is, IT'S FREE TO DREAM and don't you dare to take that away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you it's free to dream!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep on dreaming people. It keeps your imagination alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam and thanks for keep on coming even when I have not been very attentive to you all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-3226779717084670150?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3226779717084670150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=3226779717084670150&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3226779717084670150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3226779717084670150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-spam-and-article-writing.html' title='Of Spam And Article Writing'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-4082634247394376503</id><published>2009-05-11T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:52:21.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers&apos; Day'/><title type='text'>There Is A First For Everything 2</title><content type='html'>Well. I thought there won't be a sequel to the last entry. But surprisingly there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday 10 May, is Mother's day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been married for nearly 24 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a mother for almost 22 years. Kak Long will be 22 in Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a nice surprise when they came back and Ayin handed me a mug wrapped nicely as a gift with the inscription&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU MAMA !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRPD : BABA &amp;amp; Semua"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet lah hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get the photo taken and will post it up later OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you mothers out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-4082634247394376503?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4082634247394376503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=4082634247394376503&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4082634247394376503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4082634247394376503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-first-for-everything-2.html' title='There Is A First For Everything 2'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-4471459909093569363</id><published>2009-05-08T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:15:00.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Always A First Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>Lama 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can offer me a part time job which I can do from home? Maybe, typing work or whatever. I am open for suggesstion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my rambling this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-4471459909093569363?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4471459909093569363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=4471459909093569363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4471459909093569363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4471459909093569363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-always-first-time-for.html' title='There is Always A First Time For Everything'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-3396417519869924874</id><published>2009-04-17T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:19:40.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meronda Blog</title><content type='html'>I 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yang aku musykil ni ialah ada lah dua tiga blog yang "by invitation only".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering why the owner had decided to do that. One of them is Madam TaiTai, I heard she had an unwanted comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be a harsh one, eh madam? I hope she was very strong in encountering the comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I think anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on blogging and let us enjoy your stories the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s EddyPurnama - what happened to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-3396417519869924874?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3396417519869924874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=3396417519869924874&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3396417519869924874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3396417519869924874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/meronda-blog.html' title='Meronda Blog'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-2732570999625111739</id><published>2009-04-14T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:48:12.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LOOOONG Menopause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY226bmobHA/SeQHA3eMZII/AAAAAAAAABY/hA8rF26RSUc/s1600-h/DSC04627.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, what a long menopause, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did it again yes? I seem to have abandoned my blog for a very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between I have missed new years and what ever other celebration there was from then till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mama, why aren't you blogging anymore?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One of my friends, &lt;em&gt;ehem, ehem&lt;/em&gt; had been reading your blog" Kak Long said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Yes Mama, my friend also now started to call me Angah after reading your blog" Angah said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mama, Do you want me to continue your blog for you? " Syia asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of things to write actually but, I was kind of lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-2732570999625111739?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2732570999625111739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=2732570999625111739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/2732570999625111739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/2732570999625111739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/loooong-menopause.html' title='A LOOOONG Menopause'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY226bmobHA/SeQHA3eMZII/AAAAAAAAABY/hA8rF26RSUc/s72-c/DSC04627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-5515761064529441790</id><published>2008-10-22T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:25:40.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kampung'/><title type='text'>Sujud As-Sajjadah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-5515761064529441790?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5515761064529441790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=5515761064529441790&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5515761064529441790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5515761064529441790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/sujud-as-sajjadah.html' title='Sujud As-Sajjadah'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-5201942825168949726</id><published>2008-10-14T10:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:29:11.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kampung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imam'/><title type='text'>3 Imams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-5201942825168949726?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5201942825168949726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=5201942825168949726&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5201942825168949726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5201942825168949726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-imams.html' title='3 Imams'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-6286899430589427675</id><published>2008-10-07T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:58:26.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aidilfitri'/><title type='text'>Cerita Raya 1429H</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekali lagi kepada semua aku nak ucapkan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAAF ZAHIR BATHIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Puasa 6 belum buat lagi ni. Mungkin Khamis ni nak start. Aku ada banyak hari jugak nak Qada' ni gayanya tahun ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-6286899430589427675?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6286899430589427675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=6286899430589427675&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6286899430589427675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6286899430589427675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/cerita-raya-1429h.html' title='Cerita Raya 1429H'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-3017475239861759632</id><published>2008-09-28T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:23:31.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aidilfitri'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni dah 28 Ramadhan. Tinggal 2 malam saja lagi nak tarawikh InsyaAllah. Harap-harap malam LailatulQadar tu aku lalui sebaik mungkin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali Lagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATHIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-3017475239861759632?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3017475239861759632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=3017475239861759632&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3017475239861759632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3017475239861759632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-156962348747802406</id><published>2008-09-24T13:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:12:56.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answer'/><title type='text'>My Answers Part 2</title><content type='html'>I really don't know how to get in touch with the "blogger analyst", so I just hope that he/she reads this and comment again. I know that I don't owe anyone any explaination but after the "commotion" in the comment box, I can't help but respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The blogger analyst said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a blog is left unblog for quite sometime, there are few possibilities;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. The blogger is sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for some sore throat a few week back, Alhamdulillah, I am not seriously sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unless of course I have some other sickness in me which I have no idea about. I have not had a medical check-up for years now. Bad, isn’t it? Especially a makcik my age. I am supposed to have pap-smears, mammogram, blood cholesterol, blood sugar level, all those regiments right? !!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far, I am fine thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. The blogger is dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, I am still alive and kicking. Maybe not as high as Dato Michelle Yeoh but still can kick lah. So don’t try to cross me OK. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reminder : Need to buy the Anlene Concentrate tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. The blogger is detained by the authorities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I be detained by the authorities? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My kampung blog contain nothing that may have caused harm to the national security. Tak glemer pun. The police may not even read my blog. It's so harmless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from some unpaid traffic summons, I have not broken any law. I am such peace loving and law abiding makcik, so why should I be detained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I even discover that some of the traffic summons, although they were in my name and my car number plate, they were not committed by me. How come? Well, supposedly, my car plate was photographed at places that I had never step my foot on. Somewhere in Kuantan. I don’t know how it happened but, lucky the police believed my story and I didn’t have to pay a single cent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. The blogger is having menoPAUSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Menopause got to do with blogging anyway? Have you got any data that relate menopause to blogging ? It would be nice to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many lady bloggers out there, who are already menopaused or near to menopause who are happily blogging. The eldest who I have come across was 72 years old lady, from Brazil, I am quite sure that she is already menopaused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not into menopause yet but maybe I was having a “blogging perimanopause”, hehehe. Perimenopause is a period prior to menopause, when one would experience some symptoms of menopause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t underestimate the menopaused ladies blogger out there. They are doing a great job with their blogs. Some are even better than the younger ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about male bloggers ? If I am not mistaken there is a term as male menopause too. Are those who pause in blogging can be considered as having a male menopause syndrome? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, why don’t you tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. The blogger interest in blogging has fizzled out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interest in blogging has fizzled out? Hmmmm, it is kind of subjective really. I still like to read blogs, I still like writing blogs. But, I am the type that can easily be bored with repetitive tasks. So I need to cool off a bit in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my interest has fizzled out I would do one of these two things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close down the blog or keep it open but I would announce that I would no longer be posting any entry. InsyaAllah, there would be a “farewell” entry prior to that. That is, if I don’t suddenly just drop dead before I could that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why keep it open? Well, this blog is supposed to be for my children to read when one day, I am no longer around and they may want to reflect on our lives together. Kind of, like a legacy to them or something similar. Not just a framed photograph of me, but something that may rekindle their memories of yesteryears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reminder : I need to improve my writing, then. Need to write more of the kampung lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you tell me which one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written so much, the answer must NONE of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Are you a blogger yet? If yes, why not announce it to the world. Or are you into one of the above categories ? You must give us a chance to analyse your blog. How about that hmmm...? Only then it would be fair right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for coming to analyse my blog anyway. I am so touched that there is a blogger analyst who care to come by and analyse my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;p/s pssst AN dah taruh resipi baru kat blog &lt;a href="http://kampungkitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dapur AN&lt;/a&gt;. Pergilah skodeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-156962348747802406?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/156962348747802406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=156962348747802406&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/156962348747802406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/156962348747802406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-answers-part-2.html' title='My Answers Part 2'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-9030527152892418211</id><published>2008-09-22T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:34:47.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answer'/><title type='text'>My Answers Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Entry ini dan yang seterusnya adalah jawapan kepada "Wake-up call" dan "Blogger Analyst". Sebelum tu, terimakasih kerana telah meninggalkan komen yang begitu "memberangsangkan". Kawan-kawan yang selalu datang baca blog ni dah faham sangat dengan fe'el aku. I feel that these 2 gentlemen/ladies (whatever is your gender) have given me a kick in the butt. So, aku terfikir untuk menjawab. Terpulang lah untuk diorang untuk menilai. Yang baik tu ambiklah jadikan tauladan, yang tak elok tu buat sempadan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wake up call kata :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S : Susah ke nak update blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J : Ada kala susah, ada kala senang. Lebih susah dari senang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku mula berblog dulu tu, masa tu aku memang berkobar-kobar semangat nak berblog. Sebab utama masa tu, adalah, aku nak isi ruang masa yang aku duduk kerja goyang kaki menunggu masa untuk berhenti kerja. Masa tu perasaan/emosi terlalu berkecamuk dan aku tak nak rasa stress menghantui diri. Aku tak suka ”hover negative thoughts” Jadi aku turn to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dah berhenti kerja, lain pulak emosinya. Banyak rasa rendah diri atau inferiority complex yang masuk ke dalam fikiran. Maklumlah, kalau kita baca blog orang ramai yang cerita bagus-bagus. Sedangkan cerita apa yang seorang makcik yang duduk kat kampung ni boleh cerita?. Tak kan nak cerita rutin aku seharian sepanjang masa. Dari mula aku bangun, buat kerja rumah yang tak habis-habis, sampai aku tidur. Aku boleh imagine betapa boringnya korang nak baca. Asyik-asyik cerita itu je lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak kan nak cerita pasal ayam-ayam aku, kucing-kucing aku. Pokok-pokok sekeliling rumah. Walaupun kalau aku cuba ceritakan setiap satu, boleh agaknya jadikan kajian ilmiah. Kena pulak lah aku ambik gambar, cari nama scientifiknya dan cari semua manafaat pokok-pokok tu tak? Mak oi, jenuh aku nak buat research untuk beratus-ratus jenis pokok kat halaman aku ni. Kalau aku buat macam tu, baik aku buat thesis PhD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang ada benda yang aku nak tulis, misalnya, sejak aku tak kerja ni apa business yang aku dah cuba, macam mana berjaya ka atau tidak?. Aku pun rasanya boleh tulis macam mana cara aku cari business yang sesuai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi topik tu belum boleh aku tulis lagi sebab aku belum menjadi usahawan yang berjaya. Aku tak ada track record nak tunjukkan bahawa walau pun aku ni dah lanjut usia masih belum terlambat untuk berjaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa mula berblog memang banyak idea, tetapi lama kelamaan idea pun dah kurang. Terutamanya kalau orang seperti aku yang jarang keluar rumah berinteraksi dengan orang kat luar sana tu. Aku tak nak lah korang kata entry aku ni crappy. So lebih baik rasanya diam saja. Kalau terlalu meluahkan perasaan nanti yang datang membaca pun asyik tengok aku mengeluh saja. So it’s better for me to be quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kata Wake-Up Call lagi :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Asyik kata nak update tapi tak terbuat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hai, dah 50 tau. Takkan masih berkelakuan bagi janji Melayu aje.Sesibuk macam mana pun, kalau hati rela, semua pasti boleh bikin.Kan dah bilang yang kau ni dah cuak sampai ke umur nie. Habis, masih tak sedar ke? Jangan hanya bilang aje, aunty. Kan sendiri yang akui pintu kubur dah dekat. Masih nak bagi janji manis yang tak dapat dikotai. Lebih baik jangan janji, aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang aku akui, aku cuak dengan usia sekarang. Aku memang sedar pintu kubur dah dekat, sebab tu aku sekarang dah banyakkan masa untuk muhasabah diri. Solat taubat, zikir lama sikit, cari tempat mengaji dan lain-lain. Itu pun tak kan aku nak cerita kat semua orang. Karang di katakan pulak aku ni riak. Amal aku tak banyak mana tapi ceritanya yang lebih. Biar Allah saja yang menilai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang memang aku janji nak cuba berblog dengan lebih banyak, tapi 3 bulan kebelakangan ini memang aku terlalu sibuk. Aku kerap tak ada kat rumah. Internet langsung tak sentuh. Mula dengan kenduri kawin anak sedara aku, ada program latihan USAHAWATI-MPC. Kena bertungkus-lumus buat persiapan sebab event tu besar lah jugak. Lepas tu Nora pulak sakit, aku ke Langkawi dengan USAHAWATI, kemudian hadiri perkebumian Nora, kemudian balik sehari ke Penang dan ke Melaka berkursus pulak. Pada masa yang sama terpaksa membuat persiapan terakhir untuk program latihan. Balik dari Melaka, ada pulak AGM USAHAWATI,walaupun aku ni AJK je, tapi sibuk jugaklah. Tak kan metting tak hadir etc.etc. Siap lah aku jadi MC/Pengerusi majlis tu hehehe. Kerja yang tak pernah aku buat pun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas dah reda pasal persatuan, dah pulak Permatang Pauh ada by-election. Famous or rather infamous jadinya kampung aku masa tu. Aku tak lah berkempen tapi ada help out kat bilik gerakan sebab masa pilihan raya bulan Mac dulu tu aku diajak oleh ketua cawangan untuk mengambil alih tugas arwah ayah aku dulu. Untuk cari pengalaman aku pun setuju. Seronok jugak aku buat kerja tu, ada jugaklah peluang aku tahu masalah penduduk kampung aku sambil meninjau keadaan politik setempat. Bila ada pilihanraya kecik ni, kira sambung kerja sajalah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni dah bulan puasa banyak aktiviti lain aku nak kena buat. Masa tidur aku pun dah haywire sebenarnya. Minggu ni ada tadarus kat mesjid, aku pun nak join sama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi nilailah sendiri pasai apa aku tak berblog sejak aku postkan birthday entry hari tu. Memang janji aku manis, tapi, aku ingatkan tak ada lah sangat orang nak kisah dengan blog makcik kat kampung ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapinya, terimakasih kerana beri aku ” a wake-up call”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-9030527152892418211?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9030527152892418211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=9030527152892418211&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/9030527152892418211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/9030527152892418211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-answers-part-1.html' title='My Answers Part 1'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-9171905874007790404</id><published>2008-09-19T12:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:13:02.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Kak Long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today being your special day, mama would like to dedicate this entry to you. I have not written any birthday entry to any one of your sister this year, but since today is your 21st birthday, I thought I would write something. I hope that I would be able to able to do this to all your sisters when their time come. Itu pun kalau mama masih sihat, tak nyanyuk atau masih ada di sini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It feels like it was just yesterday that I have given birth to you. Time flew too fast, and now you are already 21 years old. Baba and I had watched you grow from small until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember your birth because, Baba had hoped for a girl at that time. So it was the one and only time Baba had bought me flowers. Maybe after that he was dissapointed for not having a son. But to me having daughters or sons are the blessing of Allah. I love all of you just equally. You know that Baba loves you all as much as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When maktok saw you one the day you were born, she said you were as fair as "kapas". See how fair you were? :-). I thought that you were anaemic when she said that, since you were already 10 days overdue. Now you are still fair but probably not as fair as that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also remember that when you were a baby, Baba would look forward to come home from work to play with you. I know he likes children, but it was unexpected confession from him, since when we discussed the subject of having children, he said that he felt that he was not ready to have one. But seing and holding the small feet and hands of a baby had soften him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As you grow, we see changes in you year to year. You have never been a problematic child. It was easy to raise you, even now you are still the same. Being the eldest, you seem to have "mengalah" more than "mengarah" Your pleasant personality have made it easy for people to be around you. You seems reserved and shy and at times not very confident of your self. You would need someone to accompany you, whenever you wanted to go some where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But now, I see a more mature you. You have turned from a timid girl into a more confident person. I was not sure that the study course would suit you at first. Although I helped you choose the course, I was worried that it may have suit you, that it may have burdened you. But, I was suprised that you have adapted well, and seem to have liked the course. You have shown that you are able to carry yourself well, where ever you are going. I am not sure what you have planned for your future, we will be here for you to guide you along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being 21, to some, is like coming of age, a freedom age. Now you can register yourself as a voter even hehehe. Who knows Permatang Pauh may need to have another by-election in the near future hehehe. What ever your age may be, please don't loose the mischevious glint in your eyes, please know that we love you as our daughter, our first born, till the day we die. There are times that I have regretted not planning better in my life, so I hope that I would be able to guide you and your sisters along as you all grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seing you now, also makes me feel at ease that, if ever anything happened to me and Baba, you would be able to take care of your sisters well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Kak Long, on your 21st birthday today, this is mama's prayer for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May Allah guides you into the straight path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May you have the blessing of Allah in your future undertakings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May you always have success in your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May you be a person that you wanted to be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A person who is confident to enter the world, meeting the challenges of life with smiles and courage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We love you Kak Long and have a great 21st Birthday.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-9171905874007790404?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9171905874007790404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=9171905874007790404&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/9171905874007790404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/9171905874007790404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-21st-birthday.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-7651140433933952808</id><published>2008-09-14T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:05:10.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nora'/><title type='text'>Nora - Dalam Kenangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, I have been neglecting my blog for a long time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thank you for visiting, comments and wishes but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry to all who have been coming here without any new content. I didn't even realise there had been a "war" going on on the comment page. Hehehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak Mutiara, thanks for coming to my defense. I appreciate that very much. But again, what happened there may have given me a good idea for a blog entry. Before that, let me just post an entry, a sad one by the way as a tribute to my young niece. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;InsyaAllah, I will tell more why I had been busy for the past few months. July and August were the busiest months for me and September is Ramdhan. A full time house wife job is a never ending job, but then again I do have time to satisfy some "addiction". So just wait and see ( I hope iit would be NOT too long...).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is a story on Nora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although this happened 2 months back, I could still remember it well. I was on my way back from Langkawi, that day. It was a trip with the committee members of USAHAWATI, for a 2 days, 1 night road show trip. On the way back that evening I took a lift from Kak Zaini and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were approaching the Kuala Kedah road, I received a call from Abang Lang, a distressed voice on the other end of the phone could only reflect his emotion at that time. I could understand how he felt but unable to console him as much as he needed it. He was telling me the worsening condition of Nora. Her kidney had totally failed and the doctor was contemplating doing a dialysis for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much later, about an hour later, I received another call from him telling me that Nora is no longer with us. I could not say much except for “Innalillahiwainailaihirajiun…” She passed away at 9.15 pm on 8 July 2008, without regaining consciousness after being in a coma for more than 3 weeks. She was only 26 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered carrying her, and playing with her whenever I was down in Shah Alam, years ago when she was a toddler. Watched her grew up into a boisterous young lady, later a wife and mother. I remembered her wedding, I wrote about it in this blog too. I remembered her stay at our house when she was pregnant with her daughter, the first time after her marriage, and the last time stayed at our house last raya, with her husband and daughter. She was supposed to come and stay again on the 31 May 2008. That date was the last date we see her “alive”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 31 May 2008 was the wedding of another one of my nieces here in the north. Abang Lang came back with only Kak Lang and his daughters only. Nora was their eldest daughter. At one time we thought that she might be the only daughter, because Abang Lang has 5 sons after Nora. But Allah has planned that Abang Lang would have 2 more daughters besides Nora. Being the eldest and the only girl in the family for a long time, she was rougher and hard headed than the brothers. I used to remember Kak Lang having such a headache over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang Lang arrived late on the 30th night. Nora and her sisters were having high fever. So instead of staying at my house, they decided to stay at my younger sister’s place, which is nearer to the vicinity of the kenduri. They never did stay at my house on that occasion because Abang Lang took them to Sungai Petani after the kenduri. Apparently it was Nora’s last visit up north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never actually recovered from the high fever. When they went back to Shah Alam her conditioned worsened. She was hospitalised right after. She came home for a short while because she wanted to see her husband, back to Kuantan, where he is working. According to Kak Lang she was so weak and delirous that they had decided to admit her into the hospital. She was conscious for about a week and then she slipped into a coma. Up until the end the doctor could not tell us what was wrong with her. They suspected a form of virus attack, but what virus and where it came from was a mystery until today. The doctor was asking the family if she had been to overseas lately, Nora had never stepped out of the country at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited her once when she was at the hospital, taking the trip down with my mother who wanted to visit her sick granddaughter. All we could see from outside the room was her stiff body lying there with life support machine wired to her. It was sad to see her in that condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the doctor’s report on her condition and seeing her body system “shutting down” one by one was the saddest thing for the parents and us the families to undergo. After the high fever, the brain was swollen and when they sedated her to the maximum level after which she could not be revived. The doctor decided to sadate her because her white blod cell count was high. If she had survived, she would have been bed-ridden. After that you could see other organs starting to break down. Her kidneys were malfunctioning and the lungs were infected. It was like that until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left behind a young daughter just about to celebrate her one year old birthday when Nora passed away. Athirah now called her grandmother (Kak Lang) “mak”. Nora had a good and pious husband who was praying for her every step of the way when she was at the hospital. I could not have found a more “sabar” nephew-in-law than he is. It was heart wrenching to see the parents bury their eldest daughter, albeit submitting to Allah's will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hanya redha dan sabar sahaja yang dapat mengubat hati yang luluh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all we have of Nora was her memories. She short-lived us all, her grandmothers (my mother &amp;amp; her maternal grandmother), her parents, uncles and aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun Allah hanya “meminjamkan” Nora kepada kami hanya untuk 26 tahun namun, kami redha dengan ketentuanNya. Semoga Allah mencucuri Rahmatnya kepada Nora dan menempatkan dia bersama orang-orangyang beriman, InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the last smile from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02059-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/DSC02059-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-7651140433933952808?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7651140433933952808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=7651140433933952808&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/7651140433933952808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/7651140433933952808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/nora-dalam-kenangan.html' title='Nora - Dalam Kenangan'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-8503147840590556165</id><published>2008-06-02T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:12:34.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>I am 50 Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terharu jugak aku ni bila tengok ada jugak orang m asih menjenguk blog yang dah sunyi sepi sejak Feb 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terima kasih lah pada yang masih ingat pada AN ni. Especially to &lt;a href="http://jokontan.blogspot.com/"&gt;jokontan,&lt;/a&gt; kerana dia blogger yang pertama yang sms birthday wish to AN this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So nak cerita sikit lah macam mana aku lalui birthday hari ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebenarnya weekend baru ni memang sibuk habis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maklumlah anak sedara kawin pada hari sabtu. Kemudian ahad kena pulak menghantar mempelai ke Yan (rumah pengantin lelaki). Asyik makan kenduri ajelah. Sabtu pun ada 3, tapi yang mampu pergi 2 ajelah sebab 1 rumah sepupu hubby. 2. rumah kakak sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malam ahad tu pulak dah kena pergi mesyuarat program Hari Keluarga yang nak di adakan pada minggu depan. Hampir-hampir aku miss mesyuarat tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jadinya, balik dari mesyuarat, tidur terus. Masa anak-anak datang wish happy birthday (at midnight) pun aku dah tak buka mata. Just say thanks saja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pagi tadi, lepas dah tutup pintu pagar semasa hubby keluar nak pergi kerja, macam biasalah rutin aku tu. Sapu laman sikit, keluarkan kain baju untuk di ampai, gitu-gitu lah. Hari ni memang aku cakap dengan anak-anak dara aku tu aku tak nak masak, nak suruh diorang yang sediakan makan pulak. Nasib baik mak ke rumah adik bongsu aku sebab abang lang ada kat sana. Abang lang balik makan kenduri kat rumah kakak M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pagi-pagi aku biasanya melayan aku punya "addiction" yang terbaru. Masih juga melalui internet, tapi bukan blogging atau chatting. Dah lama aku tak buat benda-benda tu. Sebab tu lah sepi saja blog ni. I will make an entry on the new "addiction" tu. Baru ada idea nak tulis nanti tu. Kak Long pun ada suggest aku tulis pasal tu hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku memang dah plan nak keluar hari ni. Tapi tak lah terlalu awal. Jadinya, dalam 11.00 lebih, aku terfikir ank ajak hubby pergi lunch. Konon, romantik lunch just the 2 of us lah. Bila call, kena tanya dulu dia sibuk ke tak, nasib baik jugak dia tak berapa sibuk. Jadi aku kena pergi dulu kat restoran tu, order food for 2, dan tunggu dia datang. Ambient memang romantik sekali, background music pulak lagu-lagu Engelbert Humperdink lah pulak. Menusuk kalbu betul lah tu hehehhe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang spoilnya walau pun makanan nampak sedap, tapi sedikit masin, dan saladnya terlebih cuka. Hubby memang tak gemar makanan yang masam. Masa desert tu kami share banana split sebab desert aku terlambat sampai. Bila dah habis bana split tu baru diorang hantar desert yang aku order. Jadi share jugaklah desert yang kedua tu. Romantik habis nooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas makan, aku pun pergi Carrefour seberang jaya, shopping groceries etc. Tup-tup Kak Zaini (one of my mentor) telefon ajak ke KL sebab ada SMIDec Convention kat KLCC on 4 June. Tayar kereta dah botak, memang dah plan nak tukar, hanya menunggu hari aje lah. Lepas aku discuss dengan hubby terus lah aku ke kedai tayar tukar 4, 4 tayar kereta tu. terbang RM900. Investment yang terpaksa, dan diperlukan. Kena jugak tukar, Takut nanti meletup dalam perjalanan pulak. Jadinya agak lewat aku sampai balik ke rumah hari ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai di rumah, fish and chip yang anak-anak kata nak siapkan tu masih lagi ikan dan ubi mentah. Jenuh nak kerah budak-budak tu, suruh cepatkan sebab nanti baba nak balik makan. 4 sekali kerja, jadi cepatlah sikit, tapi penuhlah dapur tadi tu, asyik berlaga b*nt*t ajelah. Tapi tak apa, tak ada terasa apa-apa pun. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah malam baru boleh nak post blog entry ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebenarnya cuak jugak aku ni sampai ke umur ini. Terasa diri dah dekat dengan pintu kubur dah, tapi rasanya persedian masih belum mencukupi. Uban di kepala pun dah tak larat nak di cabut dah. Nasib lah pakai tudung, tak nampak lah uban tu. Masih lah boleh orang dok kata aku ni tak nampak macam makcik 50 tahun. Alah, diorang tu just trying to be kind I think. Dah aku mekap tebal-tebal, tak nampak lah kedut-kedut kat muka tu kan. kan sekarang ni pun banyak produk yang boleh "rasa muda, jadi muda" tu kan. Telan je setiap hari, jadi "muda" lah nanti. Walau rupa nampak muda, umur tak "muda" kann....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;InsyaAllah, aku nak aktif semula berblogging. Cuma mungkin tak se aktif dulu. Tak kan setiap entry nak cerita pasal kegiatan harian aku yang dah jadi "desperate housewife" ni kan? Nak jugak value add sikit. Kut nak bagi pedoman ke panduan ke, ke arah menjadi seorang usahawan or something. Baru lah ada isi yang mantap untuk blog. Buat malu aku je lah kalau asyik dok melalut tak kena gaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas aku balik nanti aku cuba ceritakan apa ada pada convention tu, OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang masih ingat pada aku, terima kasih. Sebenarnya aku pun ingat kat semua. Cuma kadang-kadang terasa rendah diri bila nak cerita kegiatan aku yang dah tak berapa menarik ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salam to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-8503147840590556165?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8503147840590556165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=8503147840590556165&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/8503147840590556165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/8503147840590556165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-50-today.html' title='I am 50 Today'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-2499705272494694469</id><published>2008-02-04T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:49:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel &amp; Tragedy</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time that I had a chance to travel on my own (without hubby). Eversince I stopped work, there was no necessity for business travel. The last time I had that was when I was taking the entrpreneural course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently, I had the opportunity to travel without hubby. Not that I don't like to travel with him, but at times I do want to meet my friends whom he can't really relate to or feel shy to relate to. I had to attend a certification course, Kak Long and Angah were starting a new semester. My course was during the weekdays, Ayin and Syia would not be able to follow unless they were willing to forgo (read : ponteng) 4 days of schooling. Hubby would of course need to stay back with them. Since Angah had just acquired her driving licence, she and I would be able to drive alternately to KL and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we travelled south on Tuesday, and we planned to come back home on Friday. We went straight down to Malacca to send angah and I drove to Shah Alam with Kak Long. My course were on Wednesday and Thursday, so early Wednesday morning on my way to the training venue I dropped Kak Long at her campus. Since I was "single" and able to move more freely, I did make some plan to meet some friends. First was the taggers from Joe Perantau's blog. Six of them came to meet me. Sudi jugak diorang ni jumpa makcik ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was about 9.30 pm when I arrived at Abang Lang's house in Shah Alam. They were having a BBQ. What was the occasion? I guessed it was just a family reunion since his eldest daughter, son-in-law and grandaughter were at their home too. I didn't know that they were having the BBQ, so for the whole day I had too much to eat. What with the training menu, the dinner with the tagger at Secret Recipe and then the BBQ. My tummy had quite a jolt that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Angah smsed to tell me that she would have class until rather late on Friday, (Kak Long was free the whole day Friday), Angah said that she planned to a give (ponteng) Monday and Tuesday classes a miss for the Chinese New Year week (this week). Most of her classmates are Chinese and they are skipping class too. Wednesday class had been cancelled anyway. That would mean that, if she followed me home, she would be able to stay for a week. Our original plan was, for them to follow me home (as to keep me company during the journey home bound) and they would go back to campus on Sunday by bus and then would be back again for CNY. Hubby had already bought tickets for them to come home from KL to Penang on Wednesday. Kak Long was OK to with the idea. Therefore, I was free on Friday without any plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Early morning Friday, I called a few friends to see if they were available. My best friend from STF was availablle. Her hubby was outstation, and she is a full time house wife. Just my luck. I spend 1/2 a day at her home catching up with news. Sadly to know that her elder brother had passed away about a year ago. We knew each other family quite well actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Originally, I wanted to visit &lt;a href="http://wwwauntieyan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kak Yan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;, who had recently undergone 2 operations. When I called, she told me that she and her husband were planning to go back to husband's kampung for a wedding. Suprisingly, while I was at my best friend place, she called to say that she had managed to persuade the hubby to go by himself. Caya lah you Kak Yan hehehe. So, after leaving my friend's house, I went to pick up Kak Long, had a late lunch with her, tapau Mee Goreng for Kak Yan and off we went to Bangi. Kak Yan was suprised that I managed to find her house just based on the address she sms to me. Not bad huh, for some one who always lost her way hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wanted to see another school friend in Putrajaya, but she was getting ready to attend a niece's engagement ceremony in Lumut, so had to give it a miss. Angah informed us that the bus ticket from Malacca to Shah Alam had already sold out so I advised her to take what ever mean of transport on Friday evening to meet up with me and Kak Long. She ended up taking a bus to Pudu Raya. Her friend picked her up from the bus station and delivered her to Abang Lang's place that night. That saved me a trip to Pudu Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 3 of us travelled back to Penang on Saturday. If it was a Friday, I would have stopped at Sungai Buloh to meet up with a blogger. Belum ada rezeki nak jumpa ME lagi ni. Hubby had called up to say that he had bought tickets to see a movie that evening at the Sunway Carnival Mall. Since my mother was still at my youngest brother we took the opportunity to see a movie that evening with the whole family, something of a luxury nowadays for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall was quite packed, it being a Saturday evening and all. While we waiting for the movie to start we all went down to Popular Book Shop. It was about 9.00 pm when suddently there was some commossion going on in the mall. The Popular bookshop and all the other shops doors were lowered. We were not allowed to get out of the shop. I heard a guy was telling someone that there was a robbery at the ground floor and a guard was shot dead. It sounded too fantastic to be real. I spotted a former colleague and re-confirm the news with her. After a few minutes we were allowed to get out. We went up to the cineplex floor and were at first being asked to leave. Hubby and I at first decided to leave, but on second thought, we decided to stay with the other movie goers. The movies were not cancelled. We decided to stay because, at that point if we were to leave, there would be only a few leaving, we had no idea what would be in store for us at the parking lot. If we were to stay, we would be in a crowd, so it seemed safer that way. We watched the movie with the other and came out with the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=news.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/news.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say to this, but very early that morning, after the Subuh prayer when I went back to sleep I actually had a dream that, we were in the mall watching a movie, when someone got killed right in front of our eyes. In my dream, I lost my hand bag in the process of rushing to get out of the theater and although I did recover my bag, all my belongings were lost. I told Kak Long and Angah about it and when we were put in the situation at the mall, I recalled the dream. I didn't bring the handbag and Alhamdullillah we were all safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Innalillah... our condolence to the gaurd's family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-2499705272494694469?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2499705272494694469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=2499705272494694469&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/2499705272494694469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/2499705272494694469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2008/02/travel-tragedy.html' title='Travel &amp; Tragedy'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-3416915053846216154</id><published>2008-01-02T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:39:34.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rasanya baru saja kita menyambut 2007, tapi sedar tak sedar dah 1 tahun berlalu. Banyak jugak peristiwa suka duka yang kami alami dalam 2007 tu. Tak tahu pulaklah macam mana 2008 ni. Kadang-kadang rasa takut jugak nak menghadapi hari-hari yang mendatang tapi, apa boleh buat, masa tak boleh nak diundur ke belakang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang paling bermakna kepada aku dalam 2007 adalah aku telah kehilangan pekerjaan. Terpaksa berhijrah dari employed stage ke semi-retirement stage. 9 bulan yang lepas ni nak kata aku comfortable tak lah jugak. Mungkin semua orang ingat, aku jadi orang kaya baru sebab dapat pampasan dari company sebab kena lay-off. Tak lah jugak sebenarnya. Duit, kalau setinggi gunung Himalaya pun kalau hari-hari di korek sikit-sikt, lama-lama tu habis lah jugak. Unless lah kalau kita ada passive income yang boleh tambah duit tu jadikan gunung yang lebih tinggi. Setakat ini, aku hanay boleh kata, adakala aku jadi stress jugak bila ingatkan kedudukan kewangan kami. Sebab terpaksa bergantung pada hubby dalam banyak hal. Aku kesiankan dia yang juga sedikit tertekan, sebab kena menanggung perbelanjaan keluarga secara total sekarang ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walaupun aku tak regret yang aku tak cari kerja lain, sebab aku nak cuba suatu yang baru. Nak cuba menjadi self-employed, my own boss lah kononnya ni kan, tapi, most people yang dah pernah lalui stage ini akan tahu the first year adalah yang terperit bagi orang-orang yang macam aku ni. Banyak benda yang kena fikir, apa nak buat, macam mana nak buat marketing produk/servis kita, macam mana nak bersaing dengan orang/company yang dah establish tu. Macam-macam. It is NOT easy. Jadinya ada jugak kadangkala aku pun macam rasa nak cari kerja semula. Tak tahulah kalau tak ada apa-apa bila aku dah sampai 12 bulan dalam semi-retirement ni, mungkin aku terpaksa cari kerja jugak kut. Walaupun berat hati aku nak fikir yang aku mungkin kena cari kerja lain tu. InsyAllah, aku boleh bertahan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang paling menggembirakan bagi kami sekeluarga dalam 2007 ni adalah kejayaan Ayin dalam PMR. Dia dapat 9A. Ayin sememangnya anak aku yang paling berdisiplin dalam hidup dia. Nak kata dia tu intelligent or a genius tu tak lah jugak. Tapi dia hardworking. Aku tak perlu banyak nak bantu dia nak set matlamat atau time table untuk dia. Sikit-sikit saja aku kena guide dia. Dari UPSR lagi aku dah nampak potential dia. Dia sendiri set goals dia, dia sendiri disiplinkan diri dia, bila nak pergi tuisyen, apa subjeck nak ambik, bila nak study dan makanan apa yang dia boleh makan atau kena pantang. Jadi bila exam year tu, dia pantang dari memakan makanan yang masam-masam, yang bergas, kepala ikan dan lain-lain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was quite plump masa darjah 6, tapi sekarang dah kurus kering dah, macam model, hehehe. Sekeping je badan tu. Takut dia nak makan makanan yang berlemak-lemak. Kalau dia boleh tahan lepas maghrib dia tak makan dah. Diet tu diet jugak tapi, it does not mean that she doesn't enjoy food. Susah tak nak makan kat rumah kami ni hehehe. Alhamdulillah rezeki kami masih boleh dikatakan murah lagi so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, this year 2008, aku tak ada anak-anak yang exam. Ayin dan Syia akan sama-sama exam (SPM dan PMR) pada tahun depan 2009. Jadinya relax lah sikit tahun ni. Syia akan jadi tension nak keep-up with Ayin's success, dan Ayin is so happy sebab dia akan sentiasa maintain top scorer dalam PMR. Sebab Syia hanya mungkin akan ambik 8 subjecks sahaja berbanding Ayin yang bersekolah Agama (9 subjecks termasuk Bahasa Arab). But it is a healthy competiton. On her part Ayin akan mula merancang untuk SPM 2009, dari tahun ini lagi. Sekolah dia adalah one of the best in Penang in PMR, so the teachers dah mula plan untuk SPM 2009 bagi budak2 yang baru lepas PMR ni. Walaupun Ayin is "eyeing" a better school, tapi pada kami sekolah dia yang sekarang ni memang dah cukup bagus. Record sekolah tu memang so far selalu meningkat saja. Batch Ayin ni 70 students dapat 9A &amp;amp; 8A, out of 100 lebih candidates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apa-apa pun, aku banyak berharap dalam 2008 ni aku akan lebih bersemangat untuk berusaha untuk kejayaan diri aku dan keluarga. Tak kiralah apa juga bentuk kejayaan itu. Umur aku dah makin meningkat. Tahun ni aku akan menjangkau setengah abad. Aku kena dapatkan something yang meaningful sebelum aku rasa aku di panggil Allah. Banyak yang aku kena usahakan ni. Banyak sungguh angan-angan aku yang aku perlu jadikan kenyataan. InsyaAllah dalam 2008 dan 1429 H ni, Allah beri keberkatan kepada semua usaha-usaha murni kita semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SELAMAT MENYAMBUT TAHUN BARU 2008 dan MAAL HIJRAH 1429H&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-3416915053846216154?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3416915053846216154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=3416915053846216154&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3416915053846216154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3416915053846216154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-4080580958956117610</id><published>2007-11-21T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:58:34.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perompak, Penipu Dan ..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ini cerita-cerita ngeri yang terjadi pada orang-orang yang terdekat dengan aku dan aku sendiri. Sampai jadi trauma jugak lah bila fikirkan perkara yang berlaku tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Kejadian pertama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salah seorang kawan rapat aku telah di rompak. Seminggu sebelum puasa tahun ni, awal September baru-baru ni, dia dan salah seorang anaknya telah pergi ke bank. tujuan dia nak pindahkan sedikit duit dari bank rimau ke satu bank lagi. Jarak antara ke dua-dua bank tu tak lah jauh mana. Memang walking distance. Masa nak keluarkan duit tu dia park depan bank rimau tu, selepas keluarkan duit dari kaunter, ribu-ribu jugaklah jumlahnya tu, dia naik kereta dan drive ke bank lagi satu tu. Sewaktu dia park di sebelah bank no 2 tu, tiba-tiba ada seorang lelaki datang dan pecahkan cermin tingkap sebelah pemandu dan menarik handbag dia. Dia cuba jugak menarik balik, tapi selepas ditendang di pipi, terlepas jugaklah bag itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trauma jugak dia pada masa tu. Tapi Alhamdulillah nyawa dia selamat. Cuma hilang wang tak hilang nyawa. Dia nampak perompak melarikan handbag dia dengan 2 biji motosikal. Maknanya ada kawan-kawan menanti. Kenyang sungguh perompak tu lepas tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Namun 3 hari selepas kejadian tersebut, handbag dia dijumpai oleh seorang nelayan dari Pulau Pinang. Handbag tersangkut pada pukat dia semasa dia menjala ikan. Maknanya beg itu telah dibuang ke laut selepas wang dan barang2 berharga lain seperti handfonnya diambil. Nasibnya baik kerana dia mendapat kembali mykad, lesen memandu dan bank kad yang lain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Katanya selepas perompak itu melarikan beg dia, dia asyik membaca ayat Kursi, sambil imagine 7 ayat Kursi itu mengelilingi handbag dia. Dan dia buat sembahyang hajat dan baca Yassin jugaklah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Di kawasan yang sama juga, seminggu selepas itu, minggu permulaan puasa tu, my hubby's colleague pun menerima nasib yang hampir serupa. Kali ini, beg tangannya di ragut semasa dia keluar dari kedai makan (bukan muslim). Habis lesap duit dia dalam RM6K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Kejadian ke dua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salah seorang kawan usahawan aku, Kak Zaini baru balik dari China. Dia ni telah menyertai expo makanan halal di Beijing baru-baru ini. Katanya, pavillion tempat expo tu 2 tingkat. Pavillion Malaysia terletak di tingkat bawah. Semasa melayan tetamu yang menggunjungi booth, Kak Zaini masukkan handbag dia ke dalam tong styrefom yang mengandingi sampel-sampel makanan dari kilang dia. Tong tu duduknya dibawah meja dan tertutup rapat. Agaknya semasa di terleka sedikit melayan pelanggan, dia mungkin telah beralih dari belakang meja tersebut dan meninggalkan tong itu tidak dijaga. Semasa itulah ada yang ambik kesempatan. Pastinya sudah ada orang yang melihat gelagat Kak Zaini masa itu agaknya. Kak Zaini hilang dalam RM10K. Menangis Kak Zaini, bila semua dokumen penting dan wang dia hilang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi Kak Zaini semasa kejadian itu merasa begitu terharu, sebab setikawan yang di tunjukkan oleh delegasi-delegasi Malaysia yang tak kira bangsa. Diorang buat kutipan derma spontan dan dapatlah Kak Zaini dalam RM900 untuk buat belanja semasa di sana. Salah seorang dari peserta Malaysia jugak offer diri dia ikut Kak Zaini buat polis report sebagai translator. Dan penganjur dari Negara China tu pun, compensate balik Kak Zaini dengan RM5K. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esoknya, hangbag Kak Zaini dijumpai di tingkat atas pavillion tersebut. Yang ada cuma, pasport sahaja. Syukur dapat balik passport tu. Kata Kak Zaini, malam tu dia bermimpi ada seorang China yang hanya memakai seluar pendek datang berikan balik handbag dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ini bukan kali pertama Kak Zaini di rompak. Di Malaysia, beberapa tahun lepas, semasa suaminya mengeluarkan duit dari sebuah bank rimau jugak, untuk bayar duit gaji pekerja, ada perompak yang mengacukan pisau semasa merompak suami Kak Zaini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dalam tahun ini jugak, Kak Zaini telah di tipu oleh seorang yang mengaku pegawai dari Kementerian Pelancongan telah menipu Kak Zaini dengan licik sekali. Dealing dengan pegawai ini semuanya dibuat di pejabat kerajaan, namun selepas wang bertukar tangan, tiada seorang pun kakitangan tersebut yang mengenali "pegawai" tersebut. Bila ditanya nama pegawai tersebut, ternyata "pegawai" tersebut bukanlah dari jabatan tersebut. Licik sungguh modus operandus penipu tersebut. Penipuan melibatkan sebuah kontrak usahasama untuk projek pelancongan. Duit yang di minta adalah sebagai deposit projek tersebut. Jumlahnya mencecah ratusan ribu jugaklah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Kejadian ketiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hujung minggu lepas kami ke Shah Alam. Adalah hal sikit sambil jumpa anak-anak. Oleh kerana sebelum tu ada cuti Deepavalli, angah turun ke kampus Kak Long. Jadinya kami jumpa dia di sana bersama Kak Long. Lepas balik dari Shah Alam, semuanya selamat, harta benda pun selamat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 malam selepas kami balik tu, malam khamis, aku park kereta aku bersebelah dengan kereta hubby. Kereta tu betul-betul depan porch kami, dengan lampu porch yang terang. Macam biasa, selama kami 15 tahun kami tinggal di kampung ni, kami tak lah kunci gate kami tu. Cuma ditutup sahaja. Alhamdullillah tak pernah ada kejadian yang tidak diingini berlaku sebelum ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nak jadikan cerita awal pagi Khamis tu, hubby terbangun pada pukul 4.30 pagi, nak kencing. Masa terbangun tu dia terdengar macam hon kereta dia kejap-kejap berbunyi. Macam ada orang tertekan sekejap-sekejap gitu. Dia pun jenguk dari sliding door tu, ternampak bonnet belakang kereta dia terbuka. Aik, apahal pulak, tak kan dia terlupa nak tutup kut. Dia telah mengesyaki sesuatu dan terus menjerit, "HOI!!!" Bertempiaran lari pencuri-pencuri tersebut, keluar dari kawasan rumah kami. Katanya dia nampak 4 orang (2 dewasa dan 2 remaja). Tapi tak dapat jugak dia nak cam anak siapa. Tapi kami rasa orang-orang sini jugaklah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila dia kejut aku dan, kami buat pemeriksaan rapi atas kereta-kereta kami tu, rupanya, dua-dua kena pecah. Hubby punya cermin tingkat sebelah driver, kereta aku, cermin tingkap sebelah passenger belakang pemandu. Kereta aku tak ada apa yang hilang. Agaknya tak sempat dia nak korek stereo aku tu. Dan memang tak ada apa yang berharga dalam kereta aku. Duit 1 sen banyaklah tapi tak mahu pulak diambil diorang tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kereta hubby diorang tengah proses untuk keluarkan stereo. Habis panel dashboard tu terkopak dah. Tapi Alhamdulillah stereo tak dapat nak di keluarkan. Kuat amat casing dia tu. Walaupun sedikit "cacat", namun masih boleh berfungsi. Yang hilang cuma TV kecik black and white dalam kereta tu dan tyre jack yang hubby baru beli. Kami kerugian untuk repair kereta saja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abang Long cakap, dalam minggu itu saja, sudah banyak kereta yang dipecahkan di kawasan kampung kami ni. Polis pun kata diorang dah tangkap dah banyak kes. Tapi heran aku kenapa yang ditangkap tu di lepaskan semula. Mana diorang ni nak serik kan. Kami rasa ini kerja penagih-penagih. Yang sedih tu, kelakuan ni dari anak-anak muda kita dan dari orang-orang yang kita panggil jiran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Kejadian keempat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang ini aku paling tak tahan. Aku mungkin masih boleh tolerate yang di atas tu, sebab aku tak kenal secara langsung dengan orang buat kerja terkutuk tu. Tapi yang ini, memang aku marah sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dua tahun lepas salah seorang anak buah aku melangsungkan perkahwinan dengan jejaka pilihan hatinya. Oleh kerana suami dia ni tak ada pekerjaan yang tetap, dia jadi salesman kereta, diorang hidup berjauhan. Isteri di utara, suami di selatan. Suami pun bila di suruh tukar ke utara ( sebab isteri tak boleh nak tukar), banyak helahnya pulak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Raya baru ni, suami isteri ini beraya di Selatan. Kononnya bak beraya di kampung suami.Tapinya lain pulak yang jadinya. Suami ni tinggalkan isteri dia di kompleks beli belah sehingga dini hari. Dia pulak entah kemana menghillang. Handfon pun di tutup. Handbag si isteri berada di dalam kereta yang di pandu oleh suami, jadinya tak dapat isteri nak balik ke hotel. Aku pun tak tahu kenapa harus tinggal di hotel kalau dah balik beraya di kampung suami. Bukan dia tak ada mak bapak. Rupanya itu helah semata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selepas dah bertengkar, bertepuk tampar, baru isteri mula membuka cerita pada ibu-bapanya. Sebelum ini memang kami nampak diorang macam pasangan bahagia. Ceria sahaja, rupanya itu semua lakonan dari isteri untuk menutup keaiban perangai suami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupanya, suami itu telah pun punya isteri pertama dan 2 orang anak. Yang pelik tu, semasa nak kawin dulu tu, ibu-bapa isteri ada menerima surat pengesahan dari Kadi di Selatan tu mengesahkan suami ini bujang lagi. Licik betul, jejaka tak guna ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selain dari dia menipu tentang status perkahwinan dia, suami jugak sudah forge tandatangan isteri untuk apply 5 credit cards. Jadinya sekarang, nama isteri dah masuk black list sebab hutang credit card bertapuk tak bayar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku pun dapat tahu, si suami jugak ada meminjam pada bapa mertuanya (ayah si isteri tertipu) wang sebanyak RM12K. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jika aku dalam keadaan tersebut, aku mungkin dapat memaafkan atau menghalalkan wang yang ditipu dan dipinjam. Tetapi, aku tak akan dapat maafkan, permainan dia terhadap perasaan dan emosi aku. Sebagai ibu saudara pun aku tak dapat maafkan dia kerana telah melukakan hati anak buah aku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau yang lain-lain tu hanya perompak atau penipu atau pencuri, tapi si suami anak saudara aku ni adalah "Perompak, Penipu dan ......" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-4080580958956117610?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4080580958956117610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=4080580958956117610&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4080580958956117610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4080580958956117610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/11/perompak-penipu-dan.html' title='Perompak, Penipu Dan ..........'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-4899060977896574031</id><published>2007-10-24T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:03:48.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raya 1428'/><title type='text'>Update Tertunggak - Raya Tahun Ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tu dia, dah setengah bulan sambut raya aku baru nak update pasai raya tahun ni. Aku sibuk tau, hehehe (sapa nak percaya, orang pencen sibuk no?) Tapi, memang betul aku sibuk. Mengalahkan Pak Lah lagi you. Pak Lah ada orang dok uruskan semua kelengkapan dan persiapan dia. dia cuma tukar baju, naik kereta pergi mana2 tempat yang telah ditetapkan untuk dia kan. Aku ni (dan orang-orang yang sewaktu dengan aku ni lah) yang sibuk nak aturkan acara-acara dan persiapan semua orang kan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mana nak bawak anak2 pi shopping baju raya, last minit pulak tu. Mana nak prepare lauk pauk berbuka dan beraya. Mana nak siapkan rumah sebab sanak sedara nak mai beraya dan bermalam kat sini kan. Semua ni akak jugaaakkklah yang nak kena buat. Habis tu manalah tak sibuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Macam tahun-tahun lepas jugaklah raya aku ni. Abang Lang balik beraya kat sini, jadinya dia dan anak menantu (satu famili - anak 7 + menantu + cucu + abang lang +kak lang = 11 orang). Jadi kena siapkan 3 bilik tetamu untuk diorang. Itupun sorang dari anak dia tu tak balik sebab kena kerja kat TV9 tu, jadi kami tengok muka dia kat TV ajelah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baju raya anak-anak pun last minit kami bershopping. Tahun ni hubby kata suruh aku aje bawak anak-anak pergi shopping sebab dia tak nak masuk kedai pilih baju pompuan tahun ni. Tapi kata dia dia nak sponsor lah hehehe. Aku je jual mahal tak nak terima. Dah banyak dia sponsor pun jadi aku terassa bersalah nak ambik duit dia lagi. Last minit tu sebab menunggu Kak Long balik dari kampus. Malas aku nak pergi shopping berkali2. Jadinya hari khamis sebelum raya tu, kami bershopping selama 6 jam. Lenguh habis seluruh anggota aku. Dah lah aku senggugut masa tu hehehe. Hubby pulak lenguh kaki tangan sebab dia pergi pasar beli segala kelengkapan dapur untuk masak hidangan raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Macam biasalah lauk-pauk aku setiap tahun, rendang daging, kari daging, ayam serai lengkuas, nasi himpit, kuah kacang, ketupat pulut daun palas, lontong etc. Cuma tahun ni rendang aku tak menyengat, jadi kering semacam je lah. Last-last rendang tu jadi serunding. Puding caramel pun tak menjadi, sebab lembik kat tengah2. Agaknya terlebih air kut. Lembik-lembik pun, habis jugak 4 biji puding tu hehehe. Agaknya aku terlalu mengantuk dan penat masa buat caramel tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Menantu Abang Lang baru pertama kali beraya di kampung kami tahun ni. Dia tu orang Kuala Lipis (sekarang duduk kat Kuantan). Yang seronok tu dia ni memang suka makan. Kalau ada masakan kambing laju je aku tengok dia makan. Isteri dia asyik tegur dia jangan makan banyak sebabkan badan dah makin berisi, tapi dia tu jenis tak banyak mulut, tapi ringan tulang tu. Hubby yang dok encourage dia makan. Macam-macam dihidang bagi si Khairil ni. Dari iftar terakhir tu aku tengok, dia selera sekali makan kurma kambing yang hubby beli dengan kari daging aku tu. Kari tu sampai aku kena masak 2 kali masa raya tu. 1st day dah habis licin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malam raya kedua tu macam biasalah kami buat barbeque. Menu utama tu &lt;a href="http://kampungkitchen.blogspot.com/2007/10/home-made-char-koay-tiew.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;char koaytiew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;lah. InsyaAllah aku updatekan resipi kat blog resipi nanti OK. Aku dah dapat secret resipi tu hehehe. Small scale saja tahun ni. Tu pun tak lengkap sebab Abang Ngah, anak beranak, balik Taiping dari siang lagi, tak sempat nak join kami. Tu pun dah cukup ramai dah. Keluarga sebelah hubby pun tak ada yang join sebab kakak-kakak dia tak balik dari KL tahun ni. Sambil dok makan-makan tu, budak-budak main mercun dan bunga api kat belakang rumah. Enjoy tu enjoy lah tapi penat tu Allah saja yang tau. Kalau letak saja kepala, orang sini kata ghaib sampai mana pun tak tau. Since aku dah nampak anak bulan 2 hari awal dari semua orang, aku taklah kisah kalau tersasar waktu subuh tu heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tahun ni pulak sanak sedara yang datang bertandang pulak ramai tak terhingga. Yang tak pernah datang pun tiba-tiba muncul. Sampai raya ke-4 tu aku masih ada tetamu yang datang. Jadi hari-hari kena prepare menu nak jamu diorang. Raya pertama tak apalah ada bermacam-macam. Raya kedua aku masak nasik lemak, raya ketiga goreng koaytiew dan mee. Raya ke-4 tu sebab tak prepare 2 rombongan yang datang, hubby kena beli nasi ayam 15 bungkus. Koaytiew aku cuma ada stock 1 bungkus saja. Tak cukup!!. Esoknya kami replenish stok koaytiew dan mee basah in case ada lagi sedara yang datang, tapi siapa pun tak datang. Last-last kami yang masak sendiri char koay tiew makan sendiri-sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walaupun dah terlambat sikit update ni, tapi saja aku nak tulis untuk kenangan masa depan. Terima kasih untuk semua yang berkunjung dan mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri tahun ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku pun nak jugak ucapkan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDIL-FITRI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAAF ZAHIR BATIN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uncle Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aunty N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kak Long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-4899060977896574031?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4899060977896574031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=4899060977896574031&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4899060977896574031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/4899060977896574031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/10/update-tertunggak-raya-tahun-ini.html' title='Update Tertunggak - Raya Tahun Ini'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-6389291019953462544</id><published>2007-10-05T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:21:25.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><title type='text'>Puasa Orang Pencen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Puasa tahun ni aku rasa lebih bermakna dari tahun-tahun yang lepas. Mana tak nya, tahun ni aku tak payah dok bergegas nak pergi kerja dan bergegas nak balik rumah awal nak prepare untuk berbuka. Walaupun aku tak masa lauk pauk (ya! betul, aku tak payah masak), hubby yang beli juadah berbuka almost every day. Kadang-kadang je yang aku masak tu pun. Bukan aku tak nak, tapi setiap hari dari awal ramadhan sehingga sekarang, bila aku tanya nak masak ka nak beli, dia dah cakap nak beli saja. Hehehe, korang tahulah kan, implikasinya kan? Maknanya aku masak tak sedap lah tu hehehe. Tak kan dia sayang sangat kat bini dia yang tak kerja ni kan, sampai tak bagi masak lauk-pauk berbuka. Aku cuma masak nasi dengan air je setiap petang dan perhanggatkan lauk2 yang masih boleh dimakan. Bertuah badan no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bukan pasal itulah maksud aku, mengenai makna Ramadhan tahun ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-6389291019953462544?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6389291019953462544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=6389291019953462544&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6389291019953462544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6389291019953462544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/10/puasa-orang-pencen.html' title='Puasa Orang Pencen'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-5508427093472263844</id><published>2007-09-25T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:22:05.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan Ini</title><content type='html'>seperti ibu-bapa yang lain semestinya kami merasa suka bila semua anak-anak dapat berkumpul bersama-sama berpuasa, bersahur dan berbuka bersama. Kak Long dan Angah balik sekejap untuk berpuasa di rumah. Diorang sekarang tengah exam break. Kuliah dah habis hanya menunggu nak exam dalam seminggu dua ini saja. Cuti diorang bermula just a few days before raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, dalam keadaan aku yang suka, seluruh Malaysia digembarkan oleh cerita ngeri adik Nurin. Aku tak dapat nak bayangkan pastinya kehibaan keluarga adik yang comel yang telah diragut nyawanya dalam keaddan yang begitu trajis. Aku juga seorang ibu kepada 4 orang anak gadis. Peristiwa malang adik Nurin akan menghantui semua ibu bapa terutama yang mempunyai anak-anak perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak dari peristiwa itu aku dah jadi macam sedikit fobia. Setiap pagi aku akan tunggu van yang akan membawa Syia ke sekolah. Syia keluar seawal 6.30 pagi. Subuh pun belum berakhir. Gelap lagi masa tu. Walaupun dia hanya menunggu depan rumah aku saja, tapi aku terasa takut, terjadinya kejadian yang tidak mengizinkan. Begitu juga Ayin yang terpaksa berjalan lebih kurang 300m ke perhentian bas akan ku tengok sehingga dia sampai ke tempat bas. Hati jadi tak senang selagi mereka tak pulang. Walaupun aku ni tinggal di kampung yang tak pernah lagi dipalit oleh kejadian sehitam itu. Tapi aku tetap merasa fobia. Aku rasa semua ibubapa yang tinggal di bandar-bandar akan lebih merasa fobia seperti ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang aku tak faham, siapakah manusia yang berperangai binatang yang sanggup melakukan perbuatan terkutuk itu?. Kalau dia lelaki, tidak kah dia ada sedara perempuan, pasti dia ada ibu, jika dia tidak punya isteri, kakak, adik perempuan atau anak perempuan. Tidak kah terdetik dihati dia yang disakiti itu adalah kaum sejenis ibunya? Yang jika tidak diperlakukan sebegitu rupa mungkan akan membesar menjadi ibu soleh. Tidak kah dia terfikir yang anak itu itu tidak tahu apa-apa. Terlalu innocent, bukan untuk disiksa dan disakiti tetapi disayangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika perlaku itu seorang perempuan. Aku tidak tahu apa yang terbenak dihatinya, Bagaimana seorang perempuan yang secara naturalnya mempunyai sifat keibuan, boleh menjadi begitu kejam. Pastinya perhitungan diri didorong syaitan laknatullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingin sekali aku melihat wajah-wajah mereka itu. Sesungguhnya jika mereka tidak mendapat keadilan di dunia ini, hanya Allah yang dapat memberi pengadilan yang setimpal kepada mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfatehah untuk adik Nurin yang comel itu. Semoga tiada lagi ibu-bapa yang akan meratapi anak-anak mereka yang diperlaku sebegini rupa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-5508427093472263844?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5508427093472263844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=5508427093472263844&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5508427093472263844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5508427093472263844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramadhan-ini.html' title='Ramadhan Ini'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-6241908925795577223</id><published>2007-09-13T09:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:22:29.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><title type='text'>Selamat Menghayati Ramadhan Al-Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari ni dah bermula lah kita Muslimin dan Muslimat berpuasa. So aku pun nak mengambil kesempatan ini untuk mengucapkan Selamat Menyambut kedatangan ramadhan kepada semua. Tapi jangan sambut je Ok? Hayati kehadhiran ramadhan tahun bagaikan ianya yang terakhir bagi kita. Ramadhan tahun depan belum tentu kita dapat menemuinya lagi. Pasang niat untuk dapatkan Lailatul-Qadar dari awal, InsyaAllah kita dapat menemuinya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku bukanlah nak mengajar semua orang pasal menghayati ramadhan sebab tentu semua orang sudah tahu. Sekadar mengingatkan diri sendiri yang terlalu banyak laraku di hari-hari yang lalu. Kalau aku dapat menebusnya kembali, aku akan cuba bermula di ramadhan ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku ni sebenarnya dah beberapa hari sakit mata. Kat utara ni macam wabak pulak sakit mata ni. Dua bulan lepas cousin aku sakit mata, walau aku ada jumpa dia tapi tak lah terjangkit. Tapi Jumaat lepas Syia balik dari sekolah dengan mata yang bertaik dan merah. Aku tak tahu pun yang kat sekolah dia ada orang yang sakit mata. Jadinya, terjangkit kat dia. Lepas dah bawak dia ke klinik, hari sabtu aku pulak terasa mata sakit dan bengkak. Jadinya kami 3 beranak, Syia, aku dan ayin dah terjangkit sakit mata. Cuma Hubby dan maktok saja yang pada waktu ni Alhamdulillah selamat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sepatutnya pada hari ahad tu aku ikut adik S dan mak pergi mengurut. Aku dah pergi sekali minggu sebelum tu, tapi dah sakit mata tak kan nak pergijugak. Tak nak lah aku menjadi pembawa penyakit tu masuk rumah tukang urut tu pulak. Jadinya lepas raya nanti barulah dapat aku mengurut kembali. Sedap jugak mengurut tu. Kendur sikit urat-urat aku. Kata tukang urut tu, tegang sungguh urat-urat aku masa dia urut tu. Mana tak nya, dah bertahun dah aku tak mengurut. Masa aku jatuh tahun lepas pun aku tak pergi mengurut. Ni dah semua urat masuk angin, asyik terasa lenguh-lenguh terutama masa sejuk-sejuk. Dah lah tu aku ni bukan kaki pantang, semua benda aku belasah, mana nak ingat masa nak sakit. Jadinya, masuk angin urat-urat tu semuanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apa ke bendalah aku ni melalut, dari cerita ramadhan ke sakit mata ke mengurut. Almaklumlah, orang pencen yang tak ada cerita menarik, tentulah asyik nak melalut je kan. Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Untuk Semua Muslimin Muslimat dimana jua anda berada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SELAMAT MENGHAYATI RAMADHAN AL-MUBARAK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-6241908925795577223?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6241908925795577223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=6241908925795577223&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6241908925795577223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6241908925795577223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/selamat-menghayati-ramadhan-al-mubarak.html' title='Selamat Menghayati Ramadhan Al-Mubarak'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-5722193926924918098</id><published>2007-09-03T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:32:30.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merdeka'/><title type='text'>Happy Merdeka Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mungkin belum terlambat untuk aku mengucapkan Selamat Hari Merdeka kepada negara dan rakyat Malaysia. Kita baru lagi menyambutnya 3 hari lepas. Dan selalunya celebrationnya sehingga 15 Sept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku anak merdeka, lahir 1 tahun selepas kemerdekaan. Jadi aku tak tahu perit jerih orang-orang dulu memperjuangkan kemerdekaan. Cuma cerita-cerita silap tantang susah payah di zaman penjajah terutamanya zaman Jepun memerintah aku dengar dari ayah dan mak. Arwah Ayah pernah menyanyikan lagu Jepun untuk cucu-cucu dia. Dia dan abangnya Pak Char H pernah bekerja dengan keretapi masa zaman Jepun dulu tu, sebab tu dia pandai menyanyi lagu Jepun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila dah mencapai kemerdekaan sehingga kini, aku hanya ingat masa kecoh perkauman pada bulan Mei 1969. Aku ingat sebab aku tak dapat pergi sekolah, risau pun ada, marah pun ada, tetapi aku terlalu muda untuk mengerti mengapa terjadinya kekecohan itu. Lagipun aku duduk di kampung yang almost 100% Melayu, jadinya tak terasa sangat bahang perkauman tu di kampung kami. Keluarga-keluarga Cina yang menetap di kampung ni pun dulu tu merasa selamat, sebab orang kampung sikit pun tak kacau diorang masa tu. Namun ada jugaklah yang kami dengar peristiwa berdarah yang berlaku di bahagian Pulau Pinang. Sebabnya kaum keluarga sebelah mak masa tu ramai tinggal di sebelah Pulau. Tapi Alhamdulillah, tiada siapa pun diantara sanak saudara kami yang terlibat dengan peristiwa itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kini kita dah 50 tahun merdeka. Dah senang banyak dah kita ni. Macam-macam ada. Yang merisaukan tu, bukan saja kemajuan yang kita kecapi tapi yang negatif pun sama naik jugak. Tak payah cakaplah kan apa benda yang negatif tu. Kita cuma kena ambil iktibar aja lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pada aku, yang perlu bagi kita anak-anak merdeka ni terutama yang muda-muda tu, yang tak pernah merasa makan ubi kayu dengan kelapa mengantikan nasi tu, yang bila celik mata saja dah kenal kemerdekaan dengan berbagai kesenangan, sikap kita perlu kita perbaiki. Bukan tak baik buat masa sekarang ni, tapi nak jadi lebih baik. Kita kena fikirkan bagaimana kita boleh sentiasa memperbaiki diri kita sendiri dari masa ke semasa. Kalau dulu kita selalu saja membuang sampah merata-rata, apa kata kalau kita ubah sikap untuk membuang sampah ke dalam tong yang disediakan. Kalau dulu kita asyik potong queue semasa nak naik bas, atau beratur kat counter atau semasa jam kat jalan raya tu, cuba-cuba ubah sikap untuk mendisiplinkan diri kita. Sounds familiar? Macam iklan Petronas lah pulak no? hehehe. Sometimes, kita tak pernah terfikir yang benda-benda yang kecik macam ni, kalau setiap orang melakukannya akan menjadi besar effectnya pada masyarakat. Kita asyik nak betulkan masalah negara yang besar-besar, kita lupa nak tengok dalam diri kita sendiri kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Udahlah tu kan, aku punya khutbah ni, hehehe. Anyway I am sure the message is clear from the commercials. Much more interesting than what I have written here. Membebel aja aku ni kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To All Malaysians, where ever you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAPPY 50th MERDEKA, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's hope that the MERDEKA will last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-5722193926924918098?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5722193926924918098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=5722193926924918098&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5722193926924918098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/5722193926924918098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-merdeka-malaysia.html' title='Happy Merdeka Malaysia'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-6233602076336197992</id><published>2007-08-15T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:39:46.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISRA' &amp; MIKRAJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Di tahun-tahun yang lalu, sebelum aku bersara ni, isra' mikraj tu hanya salah satu hari dalam takwim Islam. Ia berlalu seperti hari-hari lain. Tak ada apa-apa pengisian yang significant yang aku buat. Kadang-kadang tu lupa langsung tarikh tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi last weekend, pada 11 Ogos 2007, aku dapat jemputan untuk bersama meimarahkan isra' mikraj. Jemputan tu datangya dari my mentor, Kak Ju. Kak Ju ni about 60 years old. A very dynamic lady, seorang usahawan wanita yang gigih. Aku kenal dia masa aku kerja kat kilang dulu tu. Lama jugak aku tak contact dia, masa kerja dulu tu, tapi lepas bersara ni, aku contact dia semula and get us re-connected. She is a nice lady, sikit pun tak kedekut ilmu. Tu yang aku suka dengan dia ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, on the 11th, Kak Ju invited a few friends, relatives and neighbours to her home in Bertam. She engaged an ustazah to lead the ceremony. The program started at about 11.00 am. I was arrived at her home at about 10.30 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kami mula dengan solat sunat Dhuha. Lepas tu solat taubat, kemudian solat hajat. In between adalah zikir-zikir yang ustazah ni ajak kami semua baca. Aku notis, ustazah ni bila dia zikir saj adia akn mula menangis, syahdu sungguh, mungkin keran penghayatan dia membuat kan senang dia merasa ter;a;ukerdil di hadapan Allah. Yang aku ni, agaknya dosa terlalu tebal, susah nak keluar air mata, sebak pun sikit-sikit saja rasanya. Harap-harap, dengan lebih amalan dan penghayatan, aku pun boleh merendahkan diri aku hingga terasa begitu kerdil di depan yang Maha Esa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah selesai sessi soal jawab dengan ustazah di rumah Kak Ju, waktu zuhur pun dah masuk. Jadinya kami solat zuhur berjemaah pulak lepas tu. Salah seorang jemaah yang hadir hari tu, Datin Rogayah mengajak pulak kami semua ke rumah dia pada hari itu jugak. Dia pun buat jugak program yang sama. Cuma dia buat makan-makan kat rumah dia (makan dulu yang aku ingat kan? hehehe). Program ibadah pulak kat surau sebelah rumah dia tu. Jadinya, lepas lunch kat rumah Kak Ju, kami (iatu, Kak Ju, aku dan neighbour kak Ju berangkat ke surau di Taman Bertam Putera pulak. Kat situ program sampai lepas asar, lebih kurang sama pengisianya. Solat Taubat, solat hajat, ceramah dan kemudian solat asar. Oleh kerana aku pun nak cepat balik, Kak Ju pun nak pergi satu lagi program isra' mikraj di masjid pulak, kami keluar selepas solat asar. Datin Rogayah insist kamipergi rumah dia untuk makan sikit. Kamipun mengalah lah, pergi ambik sikit makanan yang berbagai-bagai yang disediakan tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jadinya, tahun ini isra' mikraj bagiku suatu yang amat bererti. Aku harap Kak Ju dan Datin akan jemput aku lagi dalam program yang lain pulak. Sekarang ni aku dah free dari kerja office, InsyaAllah aku berharap sangat dapat meningkatkan keimanan dan ketakwaan aku untuk bekalan aku ke alam barzakh nanti tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-6233602076336197992?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6233602076336197992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=6233602076336197992&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6233602076336197992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6233602076336197992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/isra-mikraj.html' title='ISRA&apos; &amp; MIKRAJ'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-6837030429425321948</id><published>2007-08-02T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T12:34:39.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><title type='text'>Training Di Trolak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wah dah lama jugak aku tak update blog ni kan...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nampak gayanya macam aku ni update blog sebulan sekali saja ni, hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau macam tu mai lah aku cerita apa pasal aku ni sibuk sangat dalam bulan Julai yang buatkan blog tak ter-update gitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baru-baru ni, 30 Julai hari tu aku baru saja memulakan kerja jadi trainer selepas bersara ni. Training &amp; Consulting company yang aku menempek tu ada bagi assignment untuk buat 1 day training. Training course tu Motivasi. Target audience nya ialah, makcik-makcik dan pakcik-pakcik yang tak lama lagi nak bersara dari kerja. Kira aku ni memang sesuai sangat lah untuk tajuk tu kan, hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bagus lah aku tengok majikan/organisasi tu. HR manager dia buat program untuk bakal-bakal pesara diorang untuk memberi hala tuju kepada employees diorang supaya lepas ni tak terumbang ambing, tak tahu apa nak buat. Motivasi ni kearah keusahawanan lah. Macam mana nak buat business lepas bersara, supaya tak terjebak dengan skim cepat kaya, sebab duit EPF semua dah keluar dan mereka-mereka ni ada kemungkinan yang menjadi separa jutawan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah kena buat training, jadinya bulan lepas tu aku bertungkus-lumuslah membuat nota dan penyediaan untuk program tu. Banyak bahan-bahan yang nak di cari, buku nak kena baca, dan games/activity yang aku kena sediakan. Itu yang buat aku sibuk sangat tu. Hari-hari aku mengadap pc membuat preparation. Kelam kabut jugak lah aku sebab first time aku nak buat program tu. Tapi bila dah habis tu rasa legalah. Things went quite well, I would say. Mula-mula tu aku stiff jugaklah, tapi lepas dah warm-up tu dah OK dah, tak takut sangat dah, dah boleh buat diorang tu gelak-gelak sambil kita impact knowledge gitu. Sebab bila target audience yang macam tu, tak boleh nak kbagi yang heavy sangat. Kang sewel pulak diorang memikirkan apa yang aku nak sampaikan. Nanti evaluation pada aku jadi tak elok, miss soru aku dengan company pulak. Susah kan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Training tu dijalankan di Trolak Country Resort. First time aku ke sana. Resort ni kepunyaan FELDA. Besar betul kawasan dia tu. Kalau datang dari KL keluar tol Slim River, lepas tu masuk jalan ke Trolak. Kalau dari Utara, keluar tol Sungkai. Yang pelik tu, bila saja masuk jalan ke Trolak tu tak ada signboard menunjukkan Trolak Country Resort tu, jadinya kami pun hampir sesat. Tersilap masuk simpang, masuk ladang kelapa sawit. Kata co-trainer aku, "resort juta-juta boleh buat tapi signboard tak boleh buat" Sebabnya, dia pun sesat jugak, tersasar sampai ke Sungkai masa dia datang dari KL jari Isnin tu. Dia punya sessi training untuk hari Selasa selepas aku habis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku pergi dengan hubby, sebabnya kami ada wedding di Ipoh pada Sabtu malam Ahad tu. Jadi kami convoy 2 kereta. Aku dengan satu kereta, Adik S, anak dia Jie, Abang Long dan isteri dia. Lepas wedding kami semua turun ke KL. Cadangnya aku dengan hubby nak pergi Ikea, adik S nak jenguk anak-anak dia. Abang &amp;amp; Kakak Long nak tengok cucu. Semuanya akan balik hari Isnin. Oleh kerana abang lang pun turun ke Ipoh jugak, dia balik Shah Alam dengan kami. Malam tu kami bermalam di rumah Abang Lang. Lepas wedding tu, bertolak ke Shah Alam terus, sampai sana dah pukul 2 pagi. Esoknya hari Ahad, kami ajak Abang lang pergi Ikea. Naktengok-tengok kitchen cabinet concept sebenarnya. Tapi apa pun tak aku beli dari Ikea. Cuma tengok-tengok saja dulu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas balik dari Ikea, aku dan hubby pergilah menjenguk Kak Long di MMU pulak, dia tu walaupun nak cuti mid semester hujung minggu ni, tak dapat nak balik. Dia involve dengan kegiatan U. Sempat lepaskan rindu sekejap. Lepas tu kami bertolak terus ke Trolak. Sampai di Resort tu dah hampir maghrib dah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esok, siangnya, semasa aku buat training hubby merayau-meyau sampai ke Bidor, sempat beli petai, pokok nangka, buah cempedak. Kereta kosong dah jadi penuh. Biasalah dia tu. Tu pun masa tak mengizinkan kalau tak sure dah singgah di Sungai Buloh beli pokok lagi. Entak kat mana dia nak tanam pokok-pokok tu pun aku tak tau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kami sebenarnya nak terus balik selepas aku habis training tu. Tapi di tahan oleh pihak penganjur supaya ikut serta diorang ke Taman Rekrasi Air Panas (TRAP), di Sungai Klah, Trolak. Tak lah jauh dari resort, tapi nak masuk ke taman tu, nun jauh di tengah-tengah ladang kelapa sawit FELDA. Ni lagi satu resort kepunyaan FELDA. Oleh kerana kami pergi ke situ di malam hari, tak berapa nampak kawasan sekitar resort tu dengan penuh. Kami cuma pergi kolam hot spring yang boleh rendam kaki atau berendam saja malam tu. Kolam tempat kami rendam kaki tu panasnya 40 - 50 darjah C. Lepas 20 minit berendam, kaki aku macam udang kena bakar. Merah-merah jadinya. Ada jugak yang berendam badan dalam kolam yang suhu dia lebih rendah, 35 darjah aje, macam suam-suam kuku saja lah. Aku dengan hubby rendam kaki saja malam tu sebab kami nak drive balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kami drive balik dari TRAP tu dalam pukul 10.00 malam. Bila singgah kat Tapah R&amp;R, lepas makan dan solat, terasa mengantuk. Effect dari rendaman kaki tadi lah. Aku tak over drive lepas Tapah sampai Bukit Gantang. Lepas tu dua-dua tak tahan mengantuk, kami tidur dalam kereta sekejap. Masa hubyy drive semula sampai ke Gunung Semanggol aku separuh sedar aja. Singgah situ tidur lagi. Last-last kami sampai rumah pukul 4.20 pagi. Nasib aku tak kerja dah kan hehehe. Esoknya aku sambung tidur sajalah. Cuma hubby je yang terpaksa ke ofis dalam keadaan yang keletihan. InsyaAllah kalau ada peluang aku buat training lagi kat sana tu, mungkin aku ambik extra day untuk pergi ke TRAP tu. Nak berendam semua badan, nak buat urutan supaya dapat segarkan badan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/DSC00720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan main-main kat sini, nak rendam kaki pun tak boleh kat sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/DSC00717.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telur pun boleh masak kat sini. Putih bersih bila dikupas. Bagus untuk kesihatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/DSC00722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alamak, kaki seksi sapa pulak tu ? Tempat refleksologi kaki, kolam kat belakang tu panas airnya 40-43 darjah C. Perit juga kalau tak tahan tu. Tapi kalau panas macam tu masih tak terasa panasnya, alamatnya ? ...................... lah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-6837030429425321948?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6837030429425321948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=6837030429425321948&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6837030429425321948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6837030429425321948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/wah-dah-lama-jugak-aku-tak-update-blog.html' title='Training Di Trolak'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-3890583518117455127</id><published>2007-07-02T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:14:11.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Bulan Jun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sedar tak sedar, hari ni dah masuk bulan Julai. Dah habis dah setengah tahun 2007. Cepat sangat masa berlalu. Banyak peristiwa yang aku lalui dalam bulan Jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal-awal bulan Jun tu, first Saturday tu semua orang cuti. Cuti menyambut official birthday untuk yang di Pertuan Agong. Aku pun tumpang megah sekaki sebab hari tu pun birthday aku jugak. Memanglah tak layak nak jadi Agong atau Permaisuri Agong pun, takut tak tahan daulat lah pulak. Anyway, at least semua orang cuti on my birthday tu kan hehehehe..... bila lagi nak perasan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu, on the following weekend pulak kami ke Melaka, menghantar Angah masuk MMU Melaka. At the same time aku pergi observe training yang di conduct oleh satu Training &amp;amp; Consulting company. Sempat lah jumpa Amylea dengan Dr Love dari AF3 tu. Kecik molek je diorang berdua tu. At the same time, macam family holiday jugaklah, since it was our first time pergi Melaka the whole family tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah siap hantar Angah, settle tempat duduk dia semua, kami balik semula ke Penang. Minggu berikutnya, Kak Long pulak masuk semula ke kampus. Berantar Kak Long pulak lah ke Cyberjaya. Penuh kereta masa tu sebab ada 2 orang anak sedara aku yang jugak belajar di MMU Cyberjaya dan adik aku Shah pun tumpang jugak nak ke Shah Alam. Sarat barang2 anak-anak dara 3 orang tu yang nak dibawa balik ke kampus. Sebab, kali ini adalah pembukaan semester baru tahun pengajian baru bagi mereka. Ayin tak ikut kerana ada khemah anjuran sekolah dia yang dia tak boleh nak ponteng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas dah settle pendaftaran Kak Long dan anak-anak sedara kami tu, barang pun dah masukkan dalam bilik masing2, kami semua bertolak ke Melaka sekali lagi. Minggu sebelum tu kami dah cuba nak booking tempat tinggal yang sama masa kami pergi tu, Kat Air Keroh sebab, tak nak jauh sangat dengan Bukit Beruang tu. Tapi chalet tu penuh sebab ada event Puteri UMNO pulak. Beberapa hotel dan apartment yang kami singgah pun macam tu jugak, penuh saja. Jadinya aku terpaksa cari dari internet dan dapatlah service apartment yang kat Banda Hilir sana tu. Jauh lah sikit tapi convinient jugak sebab dekat dengan town. Rupanya kalau nak ke Melaka tu kena buat booking 2,3 minggu awalnya sebab selalu aje penuh untuk weekends. Buat duit sungguh hotel2 kat Melaka tu ye. Aku dok tercanggak-cangak jugak kut-kut nampak kelibat &lt;a href="http://www.tokasid.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tokasid &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;di Jebatland tu tapi tak nampak pun. Mana nak nampak, aku kenal rupa dia pun tidak, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadinya kami sekarang kat rumah ni dah tinggal berlima (dari dulunya 7). Sunyi jugaklah, tapi si Syia dengan Ayin tu asyik dok bertelagah, bising dengan diorang lah. At least ada juagk bising nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam bulan Jun jugak, aku dah mula submit application untuk set-up a company. Nak cuba-cuba cari contract kecik-kecik, cuci bangunan ke, mesin rumput ke, supply barang-barang ke, gitu2 lah. Kecik-kecik aje for the start. At the same time aku juga nak cuba buat training untuk the consulting company yang aku pergi observe tu. Kalau ada rezeki tu insyaAllah berhasil. Buat kerja sikit-sikit lah supaya skill dan pengalaman aku tu tak hilang begitu saja. To put up to good use gitu. Nak set up my own brand of training and consultancy tu for the time being maybe is not a viable choice sebab orang tak kenal aku dan aku tak ada credibility. Jadinya aku nak jadi affiliate to that company dulu untuk aku menimba ilmu dan membina nama. Kalau rasa cukup dengan cara begitu, biar ajelah macam tu kan. Diorang pun dah 12 tahun dalam industri ni dan nama pun dah femes. Mana nak sama dengan aku ni kan. Jadi kalau boleh aku menempek sikit kat diorang tu, kut-kut tercalit sikit "bau wangi" tu kan. Macam hadis nabi tu "kalau kita bergaul dengan tukang membuat minyak wangi, insyaAllah terpalit sikit bau-bauan wangi tu pada kita".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni baru je nak mula, aku tengah dok prepare training notes ni. Susah jugak actually. rasa sikit sangat ilmu yang aku ada walaupun aku dah pernah bekerja selama 22 tahun. Ironinya jugak, masa aku ditawarkan kursus pengajian Sains Pendidikan di USM tu aku tukar kursus masuk Sains. Sekarang ni dah terhegeh-hegeh nak jadi trainer pulak. Tapi mana nak sama jadi cikgu dengan jadi trainer kan? Cikgu mendidik anak-anak dari kecik sampai dewas, trainer ni mengajar orang dewasa yang sudah punya persepsi sendiri. Lain padang dan belalng nya tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apapun, rasa aku, pening kepala aku baru je bermula sebenarnya. Nak kena berusaha keras (3x more than before) to make things work. InsyaAllah. Usaha, Doa dan Tawakal akan menjadi bekalan aku dalam perjalanan ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-3890583518117455127?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3890583518117455127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=3890583518117455127&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3890583518117455127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3890583518117455127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/07/bulan-jun.html' title='Bulan Jun'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-6205831414485901107</id><published>2007-06-20T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:23:57.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buah-buahan'/><title type='text'>Buah-buah kayu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau kat kampung, dulu-dulu, buah-buahan tu selalunya orang sebut sebagai buah-buah kayu lah. Tu terminologi orang tua-tua dulu-dulu. Zaman tok-nenek aku dulu tu. Sekarang ni dah lama tak dengar orang refer kat buah-buahan kampung tu sebagai, buah kayu lagi dah. Entah pasal apa tak tau pulak lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku ni nak show off sikit (dah mula berlagak dah tu, I'm back to my normal self it seems!!!) buah-buah kayu yang ada kat rumah ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q287/NormahH/DSC00501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada rambutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q287/NormahH/DSC00424.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada dokong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q287/NormahH/DSC_0176.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limau bali pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q287/NormahH/DSC00032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini bunga durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q287/NormahH/DSC_0175.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak payah cakap lah ni buah apa kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ciku pun ada, longan yang sebesar bola golf tu pun ada, cuma berbuah sekali sekala saja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi yang frust tu, kebanyakan buah-buah kayu kat dalam kawasan rumah aku ni selalunya menjadi habuan tupai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q287/NormahH/DSC00500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam ni lah orang dulu-dulu buat perumpamaan "Seperti Durian Ditebuk Tupai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semalam aku tengok ada durian yang jatuh, tapi ginilah rupanya. Kami memang nampak tupai2 tu makan buah-buahan tu tapi tak tahu macam mana nak halau. Kalau buah tu tinggi tak kan nak panjat pokok nak halau kan? Ada pernah sekali hubby letakkan jaring untuk membungkus buah durian tu tapi, jaring pun dia gigit jugak. Akhirnya dari buah yang jatuh tu, banyak ni ajelah kami dapat makan tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q287/NormahH/DSC00502.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rambutan yang belum masak sepenuhnya tu pun jadi habuan tupai-tupai ni. Ciku pun macan tu jugak, tak sempat aku nak tengok. Selalunya hari ni ada esok dah lesap. Limau bali tak pulak dia makan, ni mesti tupai yang ada sweet tooth ni kan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tak apalah, nak buat macam mana kan? Halal ajelah, semoga Allah bagi lagi lebih hasil di lain musim, boleh jugak sedara mara merasa buah-buah kayu di laman kami ni. InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-6205831414485901107?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6205831414485901107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=6205831414485901107&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6205831414485901107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6205831414485901107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/buah-buah-kayu.html' title='Buah-buah kayu'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-574581723941666370</id><published>2007-06-15T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:33:21.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post retirement'/><title type='text'>Bersemangat Nak Update Ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mula sekali, aku nak mintak maaf sebab tak jawab semua komen-komen kat last entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas tu, let me get rid of the cobwebs first. Dah bersawang dah blog aku ni. Tak semangat langsung aku tengok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then let me get on with this update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since it is a Friday, it must be a good day to re-start the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope what I am going to write here would not be construed as whining. It is not my intention to whine. I am just going to pour my heart out. It may help some people to realise that they may be having the same feeling as me but dare not admit it, to themselves or their loved ones (family and friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the so called retirement, I put up a brave front. I thought, things would be OK. I have some money and hubby is working. What more could I ask for, stay home and become the happy housewife (then later a desperate housewife OK, LOL).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first 2 months was really a paradigm shift for me. I was like groping in the dark, not really know what to do. I thought that I had it all planned. Maybe it was all in my head and therefore execution is not always as easy as it looks. I had been telling hubby that I did not want to get back to work full time, I thought I may be ready to work part time or become an entreprenuer. Hubby seems to go along, while in his head he was not really confident that I am cut to be one. Anyhow, he saw the advertisement and I enrolled myself into the 8 weekend course. I told you about the entreprenuer development program, remember? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The program is all about a bank (GLC) promoting their products while developing the locals to become entreprenuer. It is a good program because you get to meet with the other participants who may have already have a business and those who were like me just learning the rope. The networking was great, we learnt from each other as well as the bank experiences in handling their customers. We were thought how to develop a proper business plan not just for the purpose of getting financing assistance from the bank, but as a guideline for you to monitor the development of your business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a tiring 8 weekends for me trying to juggle the family life with the course. Because, I used to have the weekend for the family and then it was reversed. Although, I have "graduated" from the course, but it does make me realised that it would be just a beginning of perhaps a bigger "problem". To become an entreprenuer especially for a person as "naive" as me would not be something easy to do. There's competions that you have to consider, there's finance, marketing etc, etc. When you were working for other people, you would just be managing a single task either in Production, Marketing or Materials. Although the structure is the same, you willl have to have those functions in your company, but it may be that you may be habdling them all by yourselves unless of course you can afford to pay people. But at a start most entreprenuer would want to have a very lean organisation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On personal/family issue, to actually be faced with the realities that you are no longer earning a monthly income, had also caused a slight strain in my relationship with hubby. He is still very understanding and supportive, but hearing him sigh everytime the children ask for money is causing me to be stressful. We used to have 2 incomes before, it used to be that the girls asked from me for their tuition fees, their school and college fees, I covered the house loan, the household expenses etc. So  most of those were almost "invisible" from hubby. But now, everything he has to take care of. I was so stressed out that I was really sick on the last weekend of my course. But what really helped is the prayers. I did solat hajat to prevent me from falling into a depression. Alhamdulillah, I can feel that Allah is "looking" after me. I am now much better, especially emotionally. Physically, still "cun melecun" as ever, hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is not going to be all beds of roses after this. But, I will try to manage the best I can. InsyaAllah, I will have rezeki on the table, we will not go hungry. I am counting my blessings also because there are people who are in far worse situation than I am right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shied away from blogging for a long time because I didn't want the negatives aura that was with me to be felt by my friends. I know that all of you care for me. I thank you from the bottom of my hearts for that. To those who had come and left a comment here, my apologies for not replying. My PC had crashed down twice already so far (of course not from blogging, LOL), and I had some trouble getting into the blog. Lame excuse right? Anyway, I will try harder to write again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you also for the birthday wishes. I know it it only just numbers, but I am moving towards 1/2 a century in age and a paradigm shift.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Let's hope for a better tomorrow for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-574581723941666370?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/574581723941666370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=574581723941666370&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/574581723941666370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/574581723941666370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/bersemangat-nak-update-ni.html' title='Bersemangat Nak Update Ni'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-6351386541082875499</id><published>2007-04-11T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:35:36.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post retirement'/><title type='text'>A New Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am now in my second week of my so called retirement. Aku gelak sakan minggu lepas kat orang yang kena pergi kerja. But actually the laugh is really on me. At the end of the day, those who are working will have a pay check at the end of the month. Me? Who is going to give me the paycheck? Nobody. No more employer to credit my monthly pay into the bank anymore. Scary right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then, kerja rumah tak pernah habis. Nak buka blog baca komen, or tulis entry baru pun tak sempat. Mana lah pulak nak baca blog orang atau nak berchatting. Sorry lah kalau ada orang yang dok tanya khabar aku kat YM. Dah dua minggu dah aku tak buka YM pun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I so busy? Well, besides the house work which never seems to finish, my weekends now are filled with a new project. I have taken an entrepreneural course for the 8 weeks. Konon-konon nak jadi usahawan lah ni. So every Friday I have to start my journey, over the weekend I attend the classes and I will be boarding the bus home on Sunday evening. Will reach home early Monday morning and will be dead tired by then. I have not boarded a bus for a long long time and I had mix feeling on my first journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What class and where? I will reserve the detail in the future entries. I still have a long way to go. Will not "graduate" until end May. It is an options that we are trying to see if it can be done to supplement our income. It will be hard work and it is not a short term plan in this case. InsyaAllah, with hidayah and berkah from the Almighty we may be starting something new. Nothing big but something which may be suitable for me and the lifestyle I have in mind, which is working from home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am taking this course is totally because I am such a newby in this field. I know nothing on how to become a businessperson. The networking amongst the participants is great and very inspiring since many of them have already started their business and yet they are there to find new opportunities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I don't really want to post this yet because it is still too new and I was scared that some people would say that " eleh AN tu belum apa-apa dah tulis kat blog. Entah jadi entah tidak tu, hangat-hangat tahi ayam je tu" I hope that negative thoughts are not amongst those who are coming here. What we all need is, the encouragement and motivation to spur us to greater heights. Knowledge is never wasted, you don't have to be too old to change and start something new in your lives. Everything else can be taken away from you, your wealth, youth, but not the knowlwedge that you have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wish me luck OK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-6351386541082875499?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6351386541082875499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=6351386541082875499&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6351386541082875499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6351386541082875499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-plan.html' title='A New Plan'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-1096665171316222971</id><published>2007-04-02T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T09:43:02.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retirement'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Waaaaahhhhh Best nya tak payah pergi kerja. No need to join the morning rush (mana ada traffic jam kat sini pun). No need to think of what to wear to work today. And no need to make my self up as well. Sounds heavenly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel today hehehe. Must still wake up at the same time though to prepare breakfast for the girls going to school, but after that I can start doing my other things at a more leisurely rate. Not as before when I had to rush to complete fast so that I can then rush to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But huhuhuhuh. No income for this month and all the months to come. Budget is a bit tight and definitely need to tighten the belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to just sit around the house doing nothing and as Ety had put it study ASTROlogy. Remember I had my &lt;a href="http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-stayhome-program.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stayhome program/plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Now it's serious execution time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing today after sending Ayin to school was to wash the tiolet (Regular exercise plan hehehe) Ehhh, berpeluh2 tau sental toilet tu. Then, I cook for mak's breakfast and then I start login in here. Seriously, I have allocated some time after the subuh prayer to do some workout exercise. Have started doing it since last week. But have not got into momentum just yet. Need more discipline and determination on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to be on the internet for at least a few hours a day while my washing machine is washing my cloths. Then back to the kitchen for cooking lunch and some other housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, it's gardening time. I had asked from hubby to use the pasu-pasu that he had bought (save duit aku hehehe) for my gardening project. I have some serai waiting to be planted into the pot, I have some chilies as well. Will be adding some more as I go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now. I am off to the bathroom. I must continue to bathe early otherwise.... come afternoon, I would still be smelling stale ( as in air liur basi). hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day at the office my friends. Work hard OK hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-1096665171316222971?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1096665171316222971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=1096665171316222971&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/1096665171316222971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/1096665171316222971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-6641174341768065718</id><published>2007-03-19T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:04:22.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retirement'/><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is probably my last entry from the office. I have 10 working days more to go inclusive of today. After that? Who knows. I have not recieved any new job offer right now. So most likely I would be at home for I have no idea how long. It would be nice for the first few weeks I guess, as I would not have to rush through to complete the work at home before rushing to the office. Not having to have to think of what to wear to the office for the day. Not having to think what I would do at the office for the day to let the days passed by. If I wanted to, I can always go back to sleep after the girls have gone to school and hubby to work. :-) Mengeram atas katil no? hehehe. But I don't see that I would have that luxury though. I may be be taking it a little easier though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I wonder how long it would be before boredom eventually set it. I do have my stay-home plan remember? :-) Now, I really need to execute those plans. At the same time I may even have to set a time table so that I can fill up the days more effectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking back, 2 years ago I was really bored in this office. I knew that at the end of the day, something like this will happen. It was just a matter of when, sooner or later. I didn't expect to be loosing my job, but as the new development set in then it was clear that I would be redundant. That's almost normal in take over situations. As there were not much things to be done, I took to the internet, looking for some interesting things to do and to read. I stumbled upon blogs and was bloghopping like crazy. Putting comments everywhere, making myself known, making new friends on the blogsphere. Through times some friendships did develop into something stronger. It was really amazing that we can make friends and become rather close to those friends even though we have never set eyes on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the end I can no longer resist the temptation to start my own blog. After a few encouragement I started my first entry. Through blogging I found an avenue to vent my frustrations at time, my sadness, my happiness etc. Thank you to all who have been reading and giving me the encouragement all this while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the time comes for me to stop working, I had been asked to stay for another 3 months (Jan - March 2007). OMG, I thought, what am I going to do for the next 3 months. Absolutely, "makan gaji buta, goyang kaki saja". I know, it's a job most people would die for hehehe. There's almost nothing to do. I pictured myself falling asleep on my chair (if I don't fall OFF it, hehe). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To tell you guys the truth, I did doze off a few times on the chair for the last 3 months. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So as the end is near, I am actually thankful that I have had this extension. I used the time to do a lot of research and reading. Sampai naik kero mata aku dok baca e-book. After this I definitely need to go and change my specs. I took myself off the blogsphere and chatting to do that. Now you know ekk, why I rarely update my blog nowadays hehehe. There were days which I didn't event bloghopped, I have lost touch with a lot of what people been discussion on the blog. If I did read blogs then it would be the selected few ( friends and family plan - macam iklan prepaid pulak dah!). Meebo pun tak bukak, sekali sekala bila dah rasa terlalu bosan baru aku chatting sekejap. Sekejap2 pun setengah hari jugak tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What have I been reading or researching? It will remain my own secret for the time being. But one of the topics is on MENOPAUSE hahahaha.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-6641174341768065718?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6641174341768065718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=6641174341768065718&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6641174341768065718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/6641174341768065718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/03/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-3687476947276514808</id><published>2007-03-05T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:05:13.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagging'/><title type='text'>Weird? Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I first read this tagging thing at Kak Teh's blog I was hoping that nobody would tag me to do this. I enjoyed reading other's but I did not think that I have enough weird habits to potray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana aku ni weird kannnn.... (In denial mode lah ni) Makcik ni duduk kampung boring ye lah, weird tu tak ada lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ini dua orang blogger ni memang cannot see me "duduk senang no" :-). So here goes &lt;a href="http://jokontan.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jokontan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokasid.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tokasid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULES&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly.In the end,you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.Don't forget to leave a comment that says" you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 1. Rambut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ni suka tarik/cabut rambut. Dulu masa zaman muda remaja tu rambaut gatal yang aku cabut. Jenuh berkerut2 kening punya dok cari rambut gatal yang kadang2 tu tak gatal pun untuk aku cabut. Rambut yang gatal tu selalunya yang kerinting berkerekut tu yang pada spesifikasi aku rambut yang gatal tu. Tapi rambut aku pun bukan jenis lurus, wavy2 gitu, jadi yang mana satu rambut gatal kan. Hampir nak botak jugaklah tengah kepala aku kerjakan masa tu. Selepas bertudung ni tak ada lah chance nak menarik/mencabut rambut tu. Tapinya aku ada sasaran baru. Hehehe, uban. Bila masuk je bilik air aku mula mencari tweezer untuk mencabut uban yang baru nak tumbuh. Yang panjang tu aku selalunya biarkan saja. Entah apa rasional pun aku tak tau. Tak lama lagi kena cabut rambut hitam lah pulak kut supaya semua rambut jadi senada (same color), baru nampak macam pompuan matsaleh kut no hehe. Perasan lah tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 2 Traffic Light Merah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau masa driving, kat traffic light merah atau train crossing ke, aku ni mulalah nak cari lipstick nak pakai. Masa muda2 dulu tu lagi hebat, siap berbedak, berpipi merah, lipstick semua tu. Mana tak kena bersiap dalam kereta, anak2 masih kecil, kalau nak bercermin dalam bilik, sure merah selalu aku punya kad kedatangan tu. Tu pun lewat sentiasa tu, asyik dok kena cover by going back late. Sekarang ni dah tinggal pakai lipstick aje dah. Yang lain tu semua dah buat kat rumah. Tak lama dah pun habit ni pun. Lepas ni lipstick pun dah tak payah beli dah. Dulu2 tu kadang2 sampai kat ofis, kawan2 tengok semacam je sambil senyum2. Baru perasan ada yang tak kena, terus masuk toilet. Mana diorang tak gelak, muka aku macam badut je, merah sangat makngah oi pipi tu hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 3. Kasut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam biasalah orang perempuan kasut dalam kereta tu berpasang-pasang. Walaupun aku ni bukan jenis yang suka buat koleksi kasut. Kasut dalam kereta tu ada 2 pasang selalunya. Aku ni jenis yang tak reti berkaki ayam semasa memandu. Jadi aku pakai slipper/sandal yang leper tu semasa memandu. Kalau masa aku keluar lunch, oleh kerana aku ni drive kereta automatic jadi hanya sebelah kaki saja yang perlu aku tukar dari kasut ke slipper. Tukar slipper tu sebab nak elakkan belakang kasut tu cepat rosak. Jadinya aku tukar sebelah kanan saja, sebelah kiri pakai kasut jugak. Bila sampai destinasi, kadangkala, nak cepat ke apa, terhencut-hencut sekejap sebab kaki tak sama tinggi. Kasut tumit 2 inci sebelah kiri, slipper jamban sebelah kanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 4. Hilang Barang &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku pakai hand bag satu saja sampai lusuh atau koyak atau dah naik lunyai hehe. Semua benda maknenek ada dalam handbag aku tu. Jadinya aku selalu hilang barang dalam handbag tu. Maksud aku, walau aku confident habis ada barang tu dalam handbag aku, tapi bila aku cari, berjam-jam baru nak jumpa. Pagi-pagi nak cari kunci ofis pun kena seluk sana selok sini.Ulang raba-raba 2, 3 kali masih tak jumpa. Dok terkial2 depan ofis tak jumpa kunci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bulan lepas aku mencari cd yang ada passport size gambar aku. Aku memang yakin aku ada cd tu dalam handbang, puas aku cari tak jumpa jugak. Aku keluarkan semua barang dari handbag pun masih tak jumpa. Jadi aku sekali lagi pergi kedai gambar ambik gambar dan diberi lagi satu cd. Terbang RM17. Bila masa aku betul2 nak pakai cd tu, sekali capai dalam handbag, tercapai cd yang lama. Laaa.. mana pulak datangnya kan. Aku pun heran macam mana boleh miss cd tu. Jadi sekarang aku ada 2 cd gambar tu. Teruk betul aku ni kan. Agaknya tak boleh pakai handbag kut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 5. Bunga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Memang aku suka bunga. Lagipun hubby banyak tanam bunga yang harum2 baunya kat rumah. Ada bunga kerak nasi, bunga melur, bunga ros, kemunig dan lain-lain. Tak pelik lah kan kalau orang perempuan suka bunga. Especially makcik-makcik ni kan? Tapi aku ni suka petik bunga-bunga ni semua dan masukkan dalam handbag, dalam kereta, dalam almari. Memang sedap bau bunga-bunga ni, jadi macam potpourri natural gitu. Memanglah tak pelik. Tapi bila kering bunga2 tu jadi sampahlah kelopak bunag kering tu dalam kereta, dalam handbag aku. Kereta tu boleh lah sekali sekala vakumkan. Kalau handbag tu kena tunggang dan ketuk2 untuk keluarkan sampah tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 6. Jerawat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku palaing tak tahan kalau tengok jerawat, whiteheads atau blackheads. Sama ada kat muka aku atau kat muka orang. Gatal saja tangan aku nak picit-picitkan. Anak aku selalu complain sakit sebab aku picitkan jerawat kat muka diorang tu. Yang lebih pelik tu hubby pulak suka kalau aku memicit muka dia kalau ada white/blackheads. Lagi suka kalau aku buat facial kan dia tu. Selalu tu kat bahagian hidung lah yang banyak benda-benda camtu kan. Habis merah-merah hidung hubby aku kerjakan selalu tu. nasib baib kat hidung saja yang merah, kalau kat leher ke, sure ada yang dok tanya hubby pontianak mana yang mengigit leher dia tu kan...ahak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku tak tahu siapa aku nak tag ni. Lepas tu nak cari 6 orang pulak tu. Aku tag sorang sajalah. Let's try &lt;a href="http://bergentest.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bergen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, aku harap dia tak keberatan. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-3687476947276514808?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3687476947276514808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=3687476947276514808&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3687476947276514808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/3687476947276514808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/03/weird-me.html' title='Weird? Me?'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-285951452501407736</id><published>2007-02-23T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:22:24.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syia'/><title type='text'>Kena Curi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setiap hari Syia ke sekolah bawak bekal. Kadang-kadang cucuq kodok (fevret dia tu), roti dengan telur, maggi goreng atau apa-apa yang aku sempat masak untuk dia dan Ayin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malam kelmarin aku terlalu letih agaknya, langsung terbangun lambat sikit. Aku bangun ngam-ngam pukul 6.25 pagi (Selalu 6.00 pagi tu dah ada kat dapur). Syia kena keluar dari rumah 6.30 pagi kalau tidak makcik van tu tinggalkan dia. Jenuh aku pulak yang nak kena hantar. Jadi last resort dia bawak biskut Julie's perisa peanut butter. Biskut tu memang dibungkus dalam bungkusan kecil-kecil, jadi senang nak masukkan dalam poket 2 bungkus tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Balik dari sekolah kemarin tu, dia cerita kat aku yang biskut dia hilang. Kena curi. Kalau nak ikut her actual word "mama, tadi biskutt syia kena kidnap"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku : " Kena kidnap?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syia : " Haah ma, geram betul, nak makan pun tak boleh dah lah masa tu tengah lapar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku : "Macam mana boleh kena curi?" Aku ingat ada orang selongkar beg dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syia : " Sampai sekolah Syia letak biskut bawah meja, bila masa rehat syia tengok dah tak ada"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku nak tergelak jugak lah dengar cerita dia tu. Dia orang kena keluar dari kelas sekejap, tup tup biskut dah hilang. Dia makan makanan kat kantin sajalah hari tu. Hari lain pun kadang-kadang kawan-kawan dia share dengan dia bekalan dia tu. Kadang kala kawan-kawan yang makan lebih dari dia tu katanya. Jadi selalunya tu, aku lebihkan sikit apa yang bagi dia bawak tu.  Ramai jugak kawan-kawan sekolah rendah dia yang satu kelas dengan dia, kat kelas tu. Diorang tu lah yang selalu share makanan dengan dia. Especially yang duduk kat asrama tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ini rasanya bukan perbuatan kawan-kawan yang terdekat ni. Entah lelaki entah perempuan. Kami sambil dok gelak-gelak tu macam-macam idea keluar untuk kenakan si "pencuri". Nak bawak bungkusan kosong jadikan decoy lah, nak tulis kat bungkusan tu "Allah melihat andalah" Macam-macam lagi. Biskut tu dah pun kami halalkan, cuma tak suka perangai mencuri tu sajalah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari ni bersama french toast, Syia bawak jugak biskut 3 paket. Balik tadi aku tanyalah, ada kena curi lagi tak? Katanya tak ada. Agaknya hari ini dia tak simpan bawah meja lagi dah biskut tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Biskut pun kena curi.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-285951452501407736?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/285951452501407736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=285951452501407736&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/285951452501407736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/285951452501407736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/02/kena-curi.html' title='Kena Curi'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-117081604579266533</id><published>2007-02-07T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:40:46.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buah Delima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya Rabbii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah dekat sebulan aku tak update.  Dah bersawang dah blog ni hah!!. Tu lah no, mula2 dulu bukan main lagi rajin, semangat berkobar, kobar, last last asyik dok perap je blog ni tak update. Hehehe, membebel nampaknya makcik sorang ni no? Tapi nak bebel kat sapa kan, diri sendiri je lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ni cerita buah delima. Tahu tak yang mana satu buah delima ni? Tak tahu pi google sendiri lah :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dua minggu lepas masa kami nak menghantar Kak Long balik ke kampus dia, mak aku ada pesan suruh abang lang belikan dia buah delima. Mak kata kat supermarket di KL sana nun banyak buah tu. Aku dengan hubby fikir since kami nak turun ke sana tak payah dok pesan suruh abang lang carikan kami nanti belikan sajalah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masa kami ke sana tu kami singgah tidur kat rumah abang lang kali ni, save duit lerr, jimat sikit sebab boarding free hehehe. Sekali sekala tinggal kat rumah sedara ni best jugak actually. Lagipun aku bukan bawak semua anak-anak aku, kami pergi berlima termasuk Kak Long. Adik S dan anak dia Jie, aku, hubby dan Kak Long. Adik S ni dia sekarang ni selalu ikut kami turun KL sebab nak ikut pergi Sungai Buloh beli pokok-pokok. Memborong sakan makcik tu you alls!!!. Biasalah kalau dah kaki shopping tu, apa saja nak di belinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Berbalik pada buah delima ni. Masa kat rumah abang lang aku ada cakapkan keinginan mak pada abang lang. Bila dia offer nak belikan kami tolak sajalah sebab kami ni confident boleh jumpa buah tu kat mana-mana supermarket/hypermarket di Shah Alam tu. Jadinya semasa keluar nak menghantar Kak Long tu singgahlah kami di Tesco Shah Alam. Beli barang-barang Kak Long sambil cari buah delima. Tapinya, sebijik pun tak nampak buah tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dalam perjalanan balik tu mana-mana tempat yang kami agak akan a da jual buah-buahan tu kami berhenti mencari buah delima. Tak jumpa jugak. Nasib baik Abang Lang ada berikan 1 biji yang dia dapat dari kawan dia yang balik dari Mekah baru-baru ni, taklah kempunan mak jadinya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sejak dari hari tu jugak kami asyik saja teringat nak cari buah delima. Hubby sampaikan terbeli pokok buah delima semasa dia ke Padang Serai baru-baru ni hehe. Kata dia dah tak dapat buah belilah pokok, kut-kut sempat mak makan hasil dari tanaman hubby tu. InsyaAllah. Aku pun bila singgah di pasar malam pun bertanya jugaklah pasal buah delima tu, kata penjual buah, sekarang bukan musim buah tu, susah nak dapat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nak dijadikan cerita, semalam aku singgah kat gerai buah-buahan tepi jalan, dekat dengan rumah aku. Cadangnya nak beli pisang emas untuk buat cucuq kodok. Syia suka ni makan cucuq kodok tu. Bila aku dan ambik pisang emas 2 sikat, masa nak  membayar tu, ternampak aku buah delima kat gerai tu. Sebiji RM5!!!. Tapi tak kisahlah aku pun belikan untuk mak 2 biji. Punya jauh dok mencari buah tu tup tup gerai yang dekat jugak yang ada buah tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kadang-kadang kita ni selalu jadi macam tu kan.. Kalau ada masalah apa-apa pun, punya teruk memikirkan cara-cara yang susah untuk selesaikan masalah. Kita tak nampak penyelesaian yang senang bila kita buntu tu. Kadang-kadang, penyelesaian tu adalah sesuatu yang sangat simple, bila dah selesai baru kita kata, "laaa, senang saja ni, why didn't I think of it like that"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So jadinya lain kali bila mak  nak makan buah delima tu aku akan ke kedai yang terdekat dulu sebelum mencari jauh-jauh :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-117081604579266533?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/117081604579266533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=117081604579266533&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/117081604579266533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/117081604579266533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/02/buah-delima.html' title='Buah Delima'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116969379074831463</id><published>2007-01-25T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T10:56:31.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku ni hanya tinggal 45 hari bekerja lagi. Untuk bekerja kat ofis ni lah. Lepas tu aku akan mula menjadi pekerja rumahtangga sepenuh masa. Kerja jugak tu kan. Lagi banyak kerja tu kannn...Cuma tak ada yang bayar gaji setiap bulan saja tu. Ni duduk kat ofis menunggu hari petang untuk balik jugak pun amat memenatkan. Kalau kerja kat rumah penat tu sebab banyak sangat kerja yang nak buat. Yang ni penat sebab tak buat kerja (ada ka macam tu?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas ni nak buat apa? Ada lah jugak kawan-kawan yang di ofis ni dok tanya aku. Agaknya diorang dok gossip pasal aku tapi tak tahu apa plan aku agaknya. Tertanya-tanya apa kerja orang yang berumur macam aku  ni boleh buat lagi kan? hehehe. Aku pun diam saja tak pernah menjawab soalan tu. Ada jugak yang terus saja kata aku nak ni pencen terus saja, diorang assume terus, aku akan buat macam tu. Ada jugak terus terang kat muka aku, kata yang aku ni tak apalah, bukan "the main bread earner", jadi tak payah kerja pun OK tu. Isy, isy, isy. Memanglah aku ni bukan the main bread earner of the family, tapi kami ni dah terbiasa dengan lifestyle yang kami boleh dapat bila aku ada steady income. Tu yang payah tu. Nak maintain lifestyle tu yang susah. InsyaAllah boleh tu, rezeki pasti ada. Kena usaha lebih sikit lah kan. Tengok lah macam mana, bila rasa dah tak boleh nak support dah lifestyle tu kami usahakan sesuatu untuk menampung hidup. Kalau ikutkan, setahun lebih ni aku boleh lah goyang kaki duduk rumah.  Kalau duduk rumah mana nak boleh goyang kaki. Duduk ofis sekarang ni lah yang dok goyang kaki, surf sana surf sini. Nasib baik ada internet, kalau tak sure aku mati kutu kat sini ni. Harap-harap janganlah diorang decide nak cut-off priviledge ni sampai aku berhenti nanti tu. Sebabnya 2 weeks ago ada IT manager tu dok mai habaq kat aku yang maybe by next month dah kena shutdown aku punya connection. Iyalah kan dah jadi anak tiri nak buat macam mana, terima sajalah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angah pulak dah dekat 1 minggu kerja. Dia kerja kat mini-market dekat dengan rumah kami. Jalan kaki pun sampai. Kerja 6 hari seminggu dari 3.00 petang sampai 11.00 malam. Bagus jugak timing kerja dia tu. Sebabnya at least ada orang kat rumah sama dengan mak aku sebelah pagi masa adik-adik ke sekolah. Sekarang ni Kak Long masih ada kat rumah tu OK jugaklah. Minggu depan sunyi sikitlah sebab Kak Long akan memulakan semester barunya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lucu jugak cara Angah ni dapat kerja tu. 2 minggu lepas aku ada ke mini market tu. Tokey dia tu memanglah aku kenal. Masa aku pergi beli barang situ, Makcik Timah ni ada cakap pekerja Indon dia dah balik Indon, tak ada orang nak ganti, jadinya dia kena jaga sendiri kedai. Susah nak pergi sana sini. Aku pun cakap dengan Makcik Timah ni yang Angah ada kat rumah tak buat apa menunggu keputusan SPM. Makcik Timah kata kalau dia nak OK lah, at least ada duit poket sikit. Angah tu ada lah sekali, pernah keluar dengan kawan-kawan dia pergi cari kerja kat BM Mall tu. Bila dia balik rumah dia ada second thoughts pulak, katanya jauh lah, kena bayar tambang bas lah, nak makan lagi, macam-macam. Bila aku cakap pasal kerja kat mini market tu dia pun kata dia nak kerja. Aku suruh dia pergi jumpa dengan Makcik Timah tu secepat mungkin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dari sehari ke sehari dia tak jumpa dengan Makcik tu. Masa dia pergi Makcik Timah tak ada, masa Makcik Timah ada dia tak pergi. Seminggu jugaklah masa berlalu tu, hampir dah dia putus asa nak kerja tu. Akhir sekali tu, malam pasar malam hari Sabtu, dia dengan Syia lepas balik dari pasar malam tu singgah kat mini-market tu. Nak beli barang dan kebetulan Makcik Timah ada masa tu. Belum sempat Angah ni buka mulut bertanyakan pasal kerja tu, Syia dah cakap dulu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syia : " Makcik, kakak saya ni nak kerja sini, boleh ka?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makcik Timah : " Boleh, boleh, esok petang pukui 3 mai kerja".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si Angah ni dah termalu sikit sebab adik dia yang tolong tanyakan kerja tu. Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia adalah "sound" kat Syia pasal tu. Kata Syia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Dah hang lambat sangat nak cakap, aku cakapkan lah" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ambik engkau, ganas anak mak sorang ni hehe. Tak apalah bukan benda tak baik. Ni kena suruh Angah belanja bila first gaji nanti tu. Jadinya sejak Ahad lepas Angah dah jadi pekerja mini-market. Bukan susah sangat pun, kerja jadi cashier, letak tanda harga, lap-lap counter dan tempat letak barang tu, sapu-sapu lantai gitu-gitu lah. Gaji dia berapa pun actually tak tanya pun kat Makcik Timah tu. Tengok akhir bulan nanti berapa dia dapat tu kan. Cuma dia ada tanya sorang pekerja kat situ jugak, katanya RM17 sehari, wah lumayan jugak tu. Tapi sebab dia tu pekerja sambilan tu entahlah berapa Makcik Timah nak bagi dia tu. Tambang bas tak payah, jalan kaki saja, makan pun kat rumah, jadinya duit gaji tu kesemuanya dia punya ajalah. Joli sakan lah lepas ni si Angah ni. Aku rasa tu mesti dia nak upgrade handphone dia tu. Budak-budak sekarang tak lepas dengan handphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kak Long ni pulak dapat "contract" gosok uniform sekolah dari adik-adik. Ayin dengan Syia tu mula tu mintak tolong gosok untuk 1 malam saja, lepas tu di sambung sampai seminggu. Upahnya 1 bar coklat setiap hari setiap orang. Jenuhlah Kak Long makan coklat tu. Kak Long ni pulak bila balaik rumah tu nak makan macam-macam. Nak rojaklah, nak burgerlah, sataylah. Biasalah kan bila dah duduk jauh tu sekali sekala balik kampung macam-macam yang dia nak makan. Minggu ni dah nak balik dah ke kampus, apa yang sempat carikan, atau belikan kami cuba belikan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK lah aku nak buat "kerja" menyelam semula ni, mana tahu kut-kut terjumpa punca rezeki dari internet ni kan hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116969379074831463?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116969379074831463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116969379074831463&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116969379074831463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116969379074831463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/01/kerja.html' title='Kerja'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116919236328583746</id><published>2007-01-19T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:39:23.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maal Hijrah 1428</title><content type='html'>Setiap 1 Januari, kita asyik dok wish Happy New Year. Bila nak cuti raya Cina, selalu dengar Kong  Hee Fatt Chai. Kebiasaannya kita wish orang Melayu/Muslim Selamat Hari Raya. Jadinya tahun ini insyaAllah aku nak tambah lagi satu ucapan selamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT MENYAMBUT MAAL HIJRAH 1428&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang 1428 akan merupakan satu tahun untuk aku behijrah.  Berhijrah dari menjadi pekerja makan gaji ke pekerja dirumah tak bergaji, :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak jugaklah pasang resolusi untuk tahun depan ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku harap dapat punca rezeki yang baru supaya aku dapat tolong orang lebih sikit tahun depan ni. Bukan lah tak pernah tolong pun hehe. Cuma kalau ada lebih sikit tu boleh lebih banyak sikit dari tahun-tahun yang berlalu ni, InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama-sama kita doakan agar 1428 H menjadi tahun yang lebih prosperous (dalam segalanya,rezeki, ilmu, keamanan dan lain-lain) kepada kita semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116919236328583746?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116919236328583746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116919236328583746&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116919236328583746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116919236328583746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/01/maal-hijrah-1428.html' title='Maal Hijrah 1428'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116884726467196996</id><published>2007-01-15T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:49:15.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Midnight Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sejak tak ada maid, dan sejak mak tinggal dengan kami, susah sikit kami nak keluar bersantai semua satu keluarga. Kalau nak pergi mana-mana yang jauh sikit nak kena plan dan tanya mak rumah anak dia yang mana yang dia nak duduk. Kalau kami ke KL pun dia tak tentu lagi nak ikut walaupun dia boleh tinggal di rumah abang lang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masa ni Kak Long pun ada kat rumah, cuti 3 minggu, semester break. Hubby pun ada cakap yang dia kesian kat Kak Long yang balik tapi asyik memerap kat rumah. Jadinya bila mak cakap H (adik bongsu aku) nak bawak dia pergi rumah dia tu aku pun nampak satu peluang. Mak, bila dia cakap yang H ada ajak dia ke sana tu maksudnya dia nak pergilah tu. Aku cakap ikut sukalah kalau mak nak pergi, aku tak halang pun. Mak mungkin nak tukar angin duduk dengan anak dia yang lain jugak kut sekali sekala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila mak dah pergi dengan H, aku dan hubby plan nak bawak anak-anak keluar. Dah malam-malam tu, rasanya tengok movie lah yang paling sesuai. Belek punya belek, ada 2 pilihan, The Gaurdian atau Night at The Museum. Kalau nak tengok Night at The Museum tu kat BM Plaza yang paling dekat, kalau nak tengok the Gaurdian tu midnight show di Gurney Plaza sana nun. Di seberang pulau tu, dah tu midnight show pulak tu. Tak kisah lah, kan masa tu weekend, cuma Ayin saja yang ada tuition pada hari Sabtu (sampai 6.30 petang) dan Ahad pagi. Jadi kami pun bertolak lah dari rumah (siap makn segalanya) pada pukul 10.00 malam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tak pernah lagi kami sekeluarga ni semua sekali pergi tengok midnight show. Selalunya aku pergi dengan hubby saja sneak out pergi berdua tengok midnite show. Ni kan anak-anak dah besar-besar dah boleh jadi kawan-kawan, Cari je show yang rating U tu, OK lah tu kan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last sekali tengok wayang masa kat Midvalley hari tu lah. Tapi hari tu wayang tu show dia siang hari. Ni tengah malam, entah-entah karang tertidor budak-budak tu nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang ramai jugak kat panggung tu. Nak beli popcorn pun berbaris panjang dan berbaris-baris. Almost semua counter diorang buka. Aku beli regular popcorn sorang satu dengan 3 botol mineral water je lah. Tu pun dah RM33. 00. Buat duit betul diorang ni kan. Nasib lah jugak cerita tu action packed jugak. Ashton Kutcher tu... ehem, ehem.... teramatlah cute pulak kan (Kan dia tu suka older ladies, hehe). Jadi taklah boring. Cuma Syia saja yang tertidor sekejap, yang lain semua OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Habis movie, dah pukul 2.45 pagi, sampai rumah 3 lebih dah. Esok tu apalagi breakfast combine dengan lunch lah jadinya. Dah semua bangun lambat, tak payah dah aku nak masak breakfast hari tu, terus saja lunch. Tak tahu lah pulak bila akan ada peluang macam ni. Tapi for sure bila ada kena lah ambik peluang tu sebaik mungkin. Sekali sekala, kami kena plan untuk beriadah semua sekali sekeluarga. Anak-anak dah makin membesar dan makin ramai yang akan keluar rumah lanjutkan pelajaran dan peluang untuk bersama semua sekali akan semakin menipis. Kena ada banyak masa kualiti dengan diorang ni semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116884726467196996?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116884726467196996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116884726467196996&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116884726467196996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116884726467196996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/01/midnight-show.html' title='The Midnight Show'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116796338116797765</id><published>2007-01-05T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:45:30.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akhir Dan Awal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akhir Tahun 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehari sebelum Raya AidilAdha, macam biasa lah aku akan sibuk. Plan dengan hubby nak pergi pasar untuk beli barangan dapur untuk raya tu, tapi mak nak ajak ke klinik pulak. Terpaksa aku tukar rancangan. Hubby buat marketing aku bawak mak ke klinik. Sambil dah nak pergi klinik tu aku ajak Ayin dengan Syia so that aku boleh terus belikan persiapan  sekolah diorang sekali. Itulah dah last minute apa pun tak siap lagi tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selasai hal klinik, pergi kedai nak beli pakaian sekolah, cuma ada kain, baju tak ada saiz pulak. Lepas tu tudung untuk Ayin pun tak ada jugak. Cuak jugak aku takut diorang tak buka kedai pada hari tahun baru. Aku terpaksa tanya kalau-kalau diorang buka kedai hari tahun baru sebab sales girl tu kata stock akan sampai petang hari tu. Since kedai tu buka pada isnin 1 haribulan Januari aku tak payah nak datang semula petang tu untuk membeli kelengkapan persekolahan budak-budak tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terkejar-kejar ke sana sini untuk setengah hari, balik dah nak kena masak untuk raya haji pulak. Biasalah aku ni apa raya pun mesti jadi "ibu rumah" Semua adik beradik bertumpu ke rumah aku. Cuma pada raya haji, tak semua adik beradik yang balik kampung jadi cuma yang duduk dekat-dekat saja yang datang. Itu pun dah ramai. Mana nak masak, mana nak bersihkan kawasan rumah, jadinya kena multi-tasking lah aku ni. Siap saja aku masukkan bahan-bahan untuk rendang ayam dan daging, aku perlahankan api, biarkan rendang merenek atas dapur, kurang-kurang 3 jam baru rendang daging tu masak.  Lalu aku keluar sapu keliling rumah, sekali sekala masuk jugaklah tengok-tengok kan rendang tu, tak nak lah rentung habis rendang tu. Rumah aku ni, banyak pokok jadi daun kering pun bertimbun-timbun. Especially yang kami asyik dok kumpulkan kat bawah pokok tu. Jadinyaaku dan hubby dan anak-anak pun sapu, kumpul setempat dan bakar sampah sarap tu semua. Lega rasanya tengok kawasan rumah clear dari sampah. Tapi tak lamalah esok tu daun-daun jatuh lagi kena bersihkan lagi. Tapi tak lah teruk sangat bila banyak dah yang dibakar tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pagi raya Qurban, aku hidangkan semua lauk pauk dan masak nasi minyak. Tak lah banyak macam raya Aidilfitri, ala kadar sajalah ketupat palas pun tak sampai 50 biji. Nasi impit pun ada. Dah siap hidang semua, aku mop rumah pulak. Dah teruk sangat dah (kata orang utara dah belutin dah) lantai tu hehe. Jadi mop lah sikit, malu sebab orang nak datang, tengok lantai kotor hehe. Tak ada sapa pun sampai lagi walaupun ada yang dah telefon tanya apa aku masak untuk raya tu. Aku pun baring-baring kat katil tu kejap nak rehatkan badan. Rehat punya rehat, pukul 3.00 petang baru sedar tu pun Syia yang datang kejutkan. Katanya, Pak Long and Mam Long dah datang, makan dan dah balik pun. Yang ada kat rumah adik S dan keluarga dengan anak-anak abang long. Kena lah bangun jugak kan. Tapi diorang dah biasa kat rumah aku tu pandai sajalah senduk sendiri nasik dari periuk kat dapur tu. Tuan rumah dua-dua membuta di hari raya tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai agak dah petang masih ada anak sedara yang ada kat rumah. Tak kisahlah lah diorang tu nak lepak-lepak, aku dengan hubby sambung kerja bersih keliling rumah. Cuci semua longkang-longkang aku belasah, hehe, while hubby biasalah membelek pokok-pokok dia tu. Malam tu sakit-sakit jugak badan kami ni sebab kerja teruk 2 hari berturut-turut. Itulah kan selalu tu duduk kat ofis dalam air-cond, sedap-sedap, bila kena kerja berat sikit dah sakit-sakit badan kann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awal tahun 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau tak beli peralatan sekolah, hari Isnin 1 Januari, maka Syia tak boleh nak pergi sekolah lah. Dia nak masuk tingkatan 1 jadinya semua nak kena baru. Jadinya, awal-awal pagi tu aku pun bawak Ayin dengan Syia untuk sambung shopping. Selesai shopping semua, balik nak kema pulak modify lengan baju Ayin sikit mengikut peraturan sekolah dia, badge nak kena jahitkan jugak dan lain-lain lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 Januari bekerjar pulak bawak Syia pergi suai-kenal kat sekolah baru dia. Beli buku bayar yuran dan lain-lain. Dah tu, tudung pulak nak kena modify. Tahun ni sekolah tu buat peraturan baru untuk tudung sekolah. Ada letak lis biru kat hujung tudung. Sekolah jual sehelai sorang saja, kalau nak lebih kena tempah. Aku pun dah beli 2 helai baru ni, jadinya aku buat sendiri sajalah modification tu. Bukan apa pun, sebabnya diorang tu nak selaraskan semua tudung tu. Makin tinggi tingkatan budak-budak tu makin menyingkat pulak tudung diorang tu. Biasalah remaja sekarang banyak kerenah, dengan tudung sekolah pun nak berfesyen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari pertama sekolah, sepatutnya Syia naik van ke sekolah. Tunggu punya tunggu dari 6.50 pagi sampai 7.15 pagi tak nampak rupa makcik drebar van pun. Bila hubby sampai balik dari menghantar Ayin tu terus aku suruh dia hantar Syia ke sekolah. Dah pergi tak naik van, balik kena berambik lah pulak. Nak naik bas dari sekolah Syia ke rumah aku kena tukar 2 bas. Aku pun tak pasti bas mana yang lalu kut situ. Nak suruh Syia tumpang tinggal dengan kawan-kawan kat asrama (sekolah tu ada asrama, Syia kalau apply sure boleh dapat), tapi budak-budak tahun 1 masuk asrama 7 haribulan. Kawan-kawan dia semua duduk rumah lagi. Aku kena jugak lah ambik dia dari sekolah. Time-off dari ofis lah dalam sejam lebih tu. Tak apalah sebab aku pun bukan ada kerja dah sekarang ni kat ofis tu kan hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari kedua sekolah dah akhir minggu pertama ni barulah nampak smooth "sailing" sikit rutin harian kami. Tahun depan tu rasanya tak teruk dah sebab tak ada yang baru nak masuk sekolah dah. Tak payah nak kalut-kalut macam tahun ni saja. Yang pasti tu cuma aku  ni selalu saja sediakan kelengkapan sekolah tu last minute, tu yang buat kalut tu. Sendiri kena ingat lah kalau nak senang tu kannn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116796338116797765?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116796338116797765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116796338116797765&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116796338116797765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116796338116797765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2007/01/akhir-dan-awal.html' title='Akhir Dan Awal'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116736151499797620</id><published>2006-12-29T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T11:05:15.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seloka Akhir Bicara</title><content type='html'>Seloka ni aku gubah dan hantar melalui email kepada semua warga kilang (yang ada email add). Ini hanya untuk mengimbau kenangan semasa aku menjadi salah seorang pekerja di syarikat ini. Aku masukkan kat blog ni buat kenangan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam diberi mula bicara&lt;br /&gt;Untuk semua para pembaca&lt;br /&gt;Izinkan saya menggubah seloka&lt;br /&gt;Mengibau kenangan buat seketika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan niat untuk mengata&lt;br /&gt;Hanya untuk bergurau senda&lt;br /&gt;Jika ada mungkin terasa&lt;br /&gt;Maaf juga yang saya pinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To All my non-Malay friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret if you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;The verses are just my reminescence&lt;br /&gt;Of the times in this company I have spent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya diinterview mula sekali&lt;br /&gt;Setengah hari tak habis lagi&lt;br /&gt;Bermula dengan IMY, kemudian MRAZ, Fulvio dan Luigi&lt;br /&gt;Entah apa yang nak di amati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat kerja tersangatlah suka&lt;br /&gt;Mula duduknya di QA sana&lt;br /&gt;Ofis asalnya Mr PKC yang punya&lt;br /&gt;Mak Oi, banyaknya "sampah" berbagai rupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit badan PS dan saya&lt;br /&gt;Membuang sampah nak bagi lega&lt;br /&gt;Customer nak visit kami mulakan kerja&lt;br /&gt;Sergio &amp; Luigi gelengkan kepala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulanya factory tidak keruan&lt;br /&gt;Berjalan kebelakang banyak yang merintang&lt;br /&gt;Bila diubah disusun di buang&lt;br /&gt;Baru elok mata memandang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulanya kerja tidak berhenti&lt;br /&gt;Malam siang menabur budi&lt;br /&gt;Penat lelah tidak dipeduli&lt;br /&gt;Akhir bulan OT menanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke UK sudah ke Itali pun juga&lt;br /&gt;Mencari peluang menambah kerja&lt;br /&gt;Mula setuju nak bagi kat kita&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kata outsource semuanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini kita semua dah tahu&lt;br /&gt;Company baru pulak memegang teraju&lt;br /&gt;Habis semua gusar dan buntu&lt;br /&gt;Terpaksa berpisah walau tak mahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembilan tahun kita bersama&lt;br /&gt;Mencari rezeki menabur jasa&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih saya pada semua&lt;br /&gt;Support diberi bandinganya tiada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya disini seloka saya&lt;br /&gt;Buat kenangan kawan-kawan semua&lt;br /&gt;Bukan niat untuk mengata&lt;br /&gt;Hanya buat kenangan semata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika ada terkasar bahasa&lt;br /&gt;Semasa kita berkhidmat bersama&lt;br /&gt;Ampun dan maaf saya pinta&lt;br /&gt;Supaya terhapus segala dosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kepada semua para pembaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Selamat Menyambut Aldil-Adha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2007 bakal menjelma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Semoga rezeki bertambah sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116736151499797620?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116736151499797620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116736151499797620&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116736151499797620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116736151499797620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/12/seloka-akhir-bicara.html' title='Seloka Akhir Bicara'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116718872448219703</id><published>2006-12-27T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T11:05:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hujung Minggu Dengan Kak Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kak Long tak dapat balik raya haji ni. Dia dah dekat nak exam dah. Semester ni memang pendek saja, tak ada semester break pun. Cuti sekolah pun dah nak habis, tak bawak anak-anak jalan mana-mana pun. Mana nak bawak pun, baru berapa minggu saja Angah baru habis SPM tu. Jadi aku cadangkan pada hubby, ajak dia turun jumpa Kak Long sambil santai-santai berhujung minggu bersama keluarga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jadinya, hari Sabtu pagi sebelum bertolak aku hantarkan mak ke rumah adik S. Mak kata tak nak ikut sebab dia tak daya nak mengikut. Hubby, malam Sabtu tu ada pulak dinner, pukul 3 pagi baru dia balik. Aku dah siap masak breakfast, dengan sapu belakang rumah dia masih atas katil. Pukul 10 pagi dia kata nak service kereta dulu, jadi aku pun hantarkan mak ke rumah adik aku sementara menunggu hubby balik. Pukul 1.00 petang baru kami bertolak. Tak singgah mana-mana pun, cuma berhenti sekejap untuk ke bilik air itu saja. Pukul 6.00 petang kami check-in kat resort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas solat asar kat resort kami keluar mengambil Kak Long dan terus pergi dinner. Makan tomyam yang sedap kat Dengkil tu dengan nasi bertambah-tambah, jadinya balik tu terus je lah tidur. Anak-anak jumpa dengan berempat tu entah pukul berapa diorang tidur aku pun tak tau, Liat je nak bangun subuh bila dikejutkan tu sebab kata diorang baru je tidur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas breakfast, tak ada apa plan, hubby kata jom pergi tengok wayang sajalah. kami pergi Midvalley. Ya ampun, orang ramai teramat. Nak parking pun susah, terpaksa round entah berapa kali mencari parking spot. Lepas tu masa nak ambik tiket wayang pun sama, beratur entah berapa batu. Kak Long dengan Angah lah yang jadi mangsa beratur tu. kami tengok cerita budak2 saja lah. Cerita suka duka budak kampung 5 sekawan.Simple sangat cerita dia tapi kelakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas movie, tak ada dah nak shopping-mopping dah sebab aku pun bukan ada apa-apa yag nak dibeli kat situ. Aku nak beli baju sekolah Ayin dengan Syia. Hehehe, memangg aku belum lagi belikan peralatan sekolah untuk diorang. Memang kami selalu beli last minute pun, setiap tahun gitu tu yang dok relax saja tu. Anyway, nak cuba jugaklah tengok-tengok kut-kut kat Mydin USJ tu ada pakaian sekolah tengah sales ka kan, manalah tahu kut-kut murah. Jadinya kami pun bertolak ke Mydin. Pun ramai orang. Makan dulu kat Food Court dan cubalah nak beli baju sekolah.  Aku dapat kain sehelai, dok panggil sales girls yang dok tercegat berdiri depan counter tu, macam tak layan  saja dia tu. Bila ada another girl datangaku tanya nak saiz kain tu, katanya dah habis, baju kurungg pun sama, habis dah, tak ada saiz yang sesuai dengan Ayin atau Syia. In the end tak beli. Aku pulak tak semena-mena sakit perut kat Mydin tu. Dua kali dah berulang ke toilet, jadi lagi tak selesa nak shopping, langsung ajak hubby balik saja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai hotel aku solat dan terus je tidur sampai pagi. Terjaga kejap tengah malam, tapi budak-budak tu masih dok bersembang, main games kat laptop Kak Long, tengok TV. Aku sambung tidor balik lepas makan roti sikit. Lapar lah sebab tadi tu habis semua dah keluar dari perut. Heran jugak apa pasal aku saja yang sakit perut sedangkan semua yang aku makan sama seperti yang hubby dan anak-anak makan. Agaknya sisa bakteria dari farewell lunch tu belum habis kut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esoknya, lepas breakfast, anak-anak masuk pool. Mula tu tak ada orang, tak lama lepas tu makin ramai lah pulak. Dah tak best dah diorang nak swimming (berendam je lebih tu) sebab crowded sangat dah pool tu. kang terlanggar kepala ke, bontot orang ke masa dok tengah kuak lentang tu, leceh tu. Dalam sejam je lah diorang tu main-main dalam pool tu. Kami checkout, terus je hantar Kak Long. On the way balik tu hubby mestilah tak lepaskan peluang singgah kat tempat favorite dia i.e Sungai Buloh. Kata hubby nak tengok-tengok saja. Anak-anak kata "Ya lah tu baba!" Sambil gelak-gelak. Akhirnya disumbat jugaklah dengan pokok-pokok yang dibeli tu. Pink Ixora 4 pokok RM10, + Red Ixora 3 pokok RM10 + 1 pokok mata kucing + Pokok entah apa (macam lalang daun lebar je tu hehehe) 3 plastin RM10. Jadi diorang duduk bagai dalam taman lah dalam perjalan pulang tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;R&amp;R sepanjang jalan sesak teramat sesak. Nasib baik kami awal-awal dah solat masa kat Cyberjaya tu. Jadi kami terus saja perjalanan, berhenti cuma untuk ke toilet, tak ada nak minum-minum dah. Sampai rumah sempat solat maghrib lagi. Oleh kerana kat rumah tak ada makanan kami berhenti beli makanan kat pasar malam on the way sajalah. Lepas aku makan aku terus saja pergi ambik mak aku dari rumah S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai saja aku kat rumah S, aku ni tak keluarkan kunci kereta dari ignition. Aku ingta tak payah nak kunci kereta tu sebab sekejap je. Elok saja aku tutup pintu kereta, terus autolock kereta tu terkunci dari dalam. Dah sudah!!!. Last-last, kenalah ajak anak S tolong bawak aku balik rumah aku ambik spare key. Nasib baik aku ingat kat mana aku simpan spare key aku tu. Macam-macam jadinya pulak ni. Tak pe lah lepas ni aku beringat lah tak biarkan kunci kat ignition lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walaupun tak ada benda sangat yang kami buat masa cuti tu, cuma kami happy spending some quality time the whole complete family. Kena dok cari ruang-ruang macam ni sebab makin lama makin berkurang ahli keluarga kami yang bersama dirumah. tahun depan ni entah tak tahu pulak macam mana nak jadi tu. kalau angah masuk IPTA yang dekat-dekat dengan rumah atau dengan Kak Long senang lah sikit. Kalau dibuatnya dia di Sabah atau Sarawak, jenuhlah nak plan family holiday macam ni. Tengoklah macam mana result dia nanti tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116718872448219703?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116718872448219703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116718872448219703&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116718872448219703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116718872448219703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/12/hujung-minggu-dengan-kak-long.html' title='Hujung Minggu Dengan Kak Long'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116676999644904323</id><published>2006-12-22T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:03:09.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Lunch</title><content type='html'>Semalam kami ada farewell lunch. The ambient was good, the menu was great. It was held in a ballroom of the local golf club. The buffet lunch of salads, chicken soup, pasta, fish, beef, satay and arrays of local fruits and cakes, aice kacanag and you name it. In addition of 1 grilled lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami nak bagi something special sikit for the farewell ni memandangkan minggu depan dah minggu terakhir kami menjadi warga kilang ni. Seronok jugaklah, maknn sedap, tempat pun OK dan kami panggil lah dua tiga orang ke depan untuk memberi sepatah dua kata. Ada yang start dengan " I am not a politician" tapi bagi speech sampai 20 minit. Dah 2 kali tepuk pun masih tak faham "hint" dari kami tu hehehe. Ye lah kan bukan senang nak dapat microfon ye tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai yang dok reflect masa dulu-dulu especially yang dah lama kerja kat sini. Se"tua" kilang ni pun ada. Maksudnya, mereka mula bekerja dari hari pertama kilang dibuka. Yang sebak pun ramai jugak. Diorang dok ingat balik kenangna lama dan dok kenang dah tak lama lagi semua tu akan hanya tinggal kenangan. Sebabkan dah lama bersama dah macam keluarga sendiri rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa lunch tu aku makan serba sikit. Dari soup sampai Ais kacang dan akhir sekali kopi. Lamb dan satay pun aku jamah jugak ( A real big mistake). Dah balik rumah nampak macam biasalah tak ada apa-apa kesan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila awal pagi menjelma, aku dah terbangun dari tidur kerana terasa perut memulas. 2 kali ke toilet habis isi perut keluar semua dah. Bangun nak solat subuh sekali lagi ke toilet, masa nak mandi nak siap ke ofis pun sekali lagi buang isi perut. Sampai saja kat ofis, letak saja handbag dah kena ke bilik air lagi. Nak dikira tu sebelum lunch aku adalah berulang alik 6 kali ke toilet. Aku tanya jugaklah ada kah orang lain yang macam aku. Dengar kata, Account department ramai yang MC, Finance manager tu dari semalam lagi dah food poisoning habis, dah muntah-muntah dan cirit birit  dah. Assistant dia pun sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik jugaklah aku tak lah teruk sangat macam Finance Manager. Dia dah balik half day dah sebab terus demam dah tu. Aku rasa lamb tu yang punya angkara. Nasib baik aku tak makan banyak, aku rasa sikit saja dalam 1 inci persegi gitu. Rasanya tak lah sesedap manapun sebab tak juicy, kering saja this time. Kami pernah buat buffet dinner dan lunch kat situ dengan grilled lamb jugak sebelum ni. Tapi this is the worst lah so far. Dah komplen dah kat diorang pasal kami kena food poisoning tu, cuma apa tindakan yang akan di ambil tu tak taulah. Tak kan dia nak refund kat company harga sekor lamb tu agaknya. Aku pun tak tahu. Entah-entah diorang just buat don't know saja sebab lepas ni kami dah tak pergi makan lagi kat sana as a company. Actually their daily buffet menu tu are quite alright, maybe the best in the area pun. Cuma kami tak berapa lucky lah hari tu agaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami pun hari tu ambik kesempatan ambik group foto jugak untuk buat kenangan terkhir dengan last company yang mungkin aku akan kerja ni. Jumaat depan pastinya kami akan banjir air mata kat kilang ni rasanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116676999644904323?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116676999644904323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116676999644904323&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116676999644904323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116676999644904323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/12/farewell-lunch.html' title='Farewell Lunch'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116650084063130360</id><published>2006-12-19T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:00:41.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stay-Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend, Ayin and Syia had a ball of a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On saturday, the girls were taken by my youngest brother and his family to enjoy themselves. With them was another niece Jee ( my younger sister's daughter). The program at first was just to see a movie. At first I thought that my brother was going to fetch the girls (Ayin, Syia, Jee and Farah) and take them to the cineplex in Megamall Prai. They were to go and watch the movie by themselves and later my brother would fetch them from the mall and bring them home. It turned out that my brother, his whole family (wife, another 3 year-old daughter and 8 year-old son) plus the 4 girls went to watch the movie together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They left my house at about 2.00 pm, after the zuhur prayer. At about 5.00pm, Ayin smsed me to say that they are going to the Pesta Pulau Pinang. I haven't been to the Pesta in ages now. Since they are in good hands, I had no worry. At about 10.00 pm, Ayin called to say that they would be late since they are going to do some bowling. I just informed her to confirm that my brother would have to send Jee home, as my sister had gone home after getting tired of waiting for them to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At about midnight, again a call came in to inform me that they would be late as there was another 5 games of bowling which had not been completed. My brother had brought too many games. The bowling alley closed at 2.00 am. They gave up eventually, without completing the games and informed me that they were going to stay overnight at my brother's place in SP. It was school holiday and they were in good hands, I was OK with that. Once in a while I have to let them have some fun without us the parents tagging along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On sunday afternoon, my brother sent the girls back again and this time Farah decided to stay at my house for a few days. It was obvious that they had fun from the stories they related to me.  They were late because they stayed up until 4.00 am chatting. It's a normal behavious for teenage girls like them and I am happy that they are able to connect with each other as cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember, after SPM way back in 1976, my friends and I had a similar stay-over at friends' house. We were from resedential school, so we have friends from all over the country. What a group of us in the northern states did was to spend a night or two at each other's place. &lt;strong&gt;Ain&lt;/strong&gt; from Tanjung Malim, &lt;strong&gt;Kay&lt;/strong&gt; from Penang Island, &lt;strong&gt;Rod&lt;/strong&gt; from Alor Star, &lt;strong&gt;Chon&lt;/strong&gt; from Kulim, &lt;strong&gt;Azi&lt;/strong&gt; from SP, &lt;strong&gt;MM&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nor&lt;/strong&gt; from Perlis. My sister S joined us when we went round the northern states.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We all started at my house in BM, then we went to Penang Island to stay at Kay's, then moved to Azi's house in SP. After that we all headed to Alor Star and we end up in Perlis. MM house was very much a kampung house, right next to the padi field, so we enjoyed the evening breeze from the field. We slept there and we walked to Nor's house for breakfast and lunch the following day. At Nor's house we had to bathe from the cold perigi's water (berkemban and all hehe) . We couldn't understand at first her mother's thick dialect when she spoke and had to get MM and Nor to translate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was also, the first time we went to  Padang Besar and cross over to Thailand side for some shopping. MM's mother acted as a guide, and we were a bit apprehensive because of the security of that area then was not as good as now. There wasn't any shopping complex like the current one in Padang Besar then. It was very much like a "cowboy" town. You had to cross through barb wired fence to get across the borders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back then, at every house we stopped we sure did not get enough sleep since we were always chatting until early hours. It was great and that was the only opportunity for a group of us to be together because we never had another chance after that, anymore. After SPM we went our different ways after spending 6 years as sisters in a boarding school. Looking back, I think it was the best time spent with them, and I do miss them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116650084063130360?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116650084063130360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116650084063130360&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116650084063130360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116650084063130360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/12/stay-over.html' title='The Stay-Over'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116554366029903810</id><published>2006-12-08T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:55:54.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stayhome Program</title><content type='html'>Sabar aje lah aku ni kan, nak duduk rumah pun kena ada program kann....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure I need a program, I just do not want to be wasting my time just doing non-productive work. The days could be very long if I don't fill it up productively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see what I have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I plan to do spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a room nearest to the kitchen which I have been using it as store/pantry/ironing room need to be organised to make it much more "presentable" If I could have a cupboard or two in that room I could hide some of those things that are lying on the floor or plastic bags. We could also use it as prayer room for visitors when required. I am planning also to sort out hubby's old shirts and pants, my own dresses (baju kurung yang dah tak muat semua tu) the girls old dresses and see if I could give them away to charity. There some very good stuff there in big plastic bags which I bought in Mekah ( the ones with the zip, macam yang orang Bangla bawak balik negara diorang tu). I need to sort those first before giving away. So I need to also take note to find a charitable organisation (orphanage or old folks home) which would accept the donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I plan to clear the back of my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is a collector, hehehe, of old newspapers. I had been nagging him for years to get rid of them by selling them off to the "old newspaper"man, without avail. So I am now scheaming *evil laugh* to get rid of all the old newspapers. I think it would fill a van if I were to get rid of them all. He can't say anything after that when he sees that the place were clean and clear right? Anyway, would still be dropping hint to him before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other old and unwanted things which need to be thrown away as well. With the place being cleared we can than take out some of the things from inside the house which we can store outside. Making more tidy and spacious room for the living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I plan to organise the books at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots of books. But too few bookshelves. I may have to turn the room next to the master bedroom into a library. If I can organise them properly, then, we may be able to see which of them we have not read and start reading them again. I guess I have to visit furniture shops (IKEA jauh sangat) to get book racks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I plan to regularly do some exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang ni pun nak cakap ke? This mission will have a special name, "Projek Mencari Waistline yang Hilang", hahahaha. Exercise is important to keep myself fit and alert. As old-age is catching up fast, I have to ensure that I am fit to also take care of my mother who is getting weaker by the day. At the same time some specific exercise to reduce flabs here and there would be very encouraging. Ni kena set target berapa inci nak kurangkan kat pinggang tu, takut aku nak measure pinggang aku la ni, sure terkejut punya lah tu hehehe. Seluar jeans aku yang masa puasa hari tu terlondeh saja rasanya dah mula nampak ketat dah. Isyy ni tak boleh jadi ni!!, Kena diet jugak agaknya ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I plan to rear ayam kampung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan aku ada reban. Ayam pun dah tak banyak, semua dah terlepas keluar dari reban. Nak masukkan balik susah. Aku ingat nak beli anak ayam dan bela. Bila masa hari raya tahun depan boleh buat rendang ayam kampung, tak payah beli ayam dah. Yeyy, sedapnya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who knows if I am successful in a smallscale I can turn that into a big scale farming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sudah! Sudah! dah mula nak berangan tu hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I plan to be veggie self sufficient &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanah keliling rumah tu dah tak ada yang ada tempat nak buat tempat tanam sayur-sayur atau apa-apa pokok pun. Kalau aku nak tanam, kena beli pasu besar. Tapi rasanya boleh sebab, hubby ada tanam pokok daun curry, selasih dan peria dalam pasu. Sekarang ni ada lah 1,2 pasu yang ada pokok serai, pandan, kunyit. Aku ingat nak tanam cili, tomato, terung, bendi gitu,gitu lah. Jadinya kalau aku nak masak tak payah nak pergi cari sayur kat pasar atau mini mart dekat sini. Petik terus dari belakang rumah. Rasanya nak tanam balik kacang botol/kelisa. Kalau ada lebih boleh bagi adik beradik atau jiran2 aku. Ni aku dah duduk kat rumah senang nak jaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak jugak plan aku ni kan. Tu tak termasuk rutin-rutin, berinternet, bertelenovela dan acara masak memasak setiap hari tu. Penuh lah masa aku sehari suntuk agaknya. Habis tu bila pulak masa aku nak menjual nasi lemak depan rumah ekk??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116554366029903810?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116554366029903810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116554366029903810&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116554366029903810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116554366029903810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-stayhome-program.html' title='My Stayhome Program'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116522420909627581</id><published>2006-12-04T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:39:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komunikasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ada yang tanya macam mana aku tangani emosi staff dalam keadaan macam ni. Entahlah, aku pun tak tahu nak gambarkan dengan terperinci. Aku rasa tak ada formula yang spesifik yang aku lakukan Cuma aku rasa communication and a little bit of respect towards all employees go a long way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masa mula kami terima berita ni, kami tak tahu kemana hala tuju. Adakah kami akan berakhir seperti sekarang? Atau adakah kilang ini akan ditutup sepenuhnya? Adakah operasinya akan dilanjutkan? Kami tak dapat jawapan itu hanya selepas 1 tahun corporate office mengumumkan business take over. Walaupun di corporate office, memang clear yang dah terjadi take over business tu, tapi kat sini (Malaysia) business equity dia lain sikit. Ada local shareholders yang involved. Remeh sikit nak integrate antara syarikat-syarikat kat sini tu. Terpaksa diorang buat program-program sampingan untuk memahami cara kami bekerja supaya satu formulasi yang terbaik yang tidak menjejaskan business dengan pelanggan di sini. Sepanjang tahun tu kami ambil sikap "business as usual" sehingga kami diberitahu secara spesifik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agak lama jugak kami dalam "kegelapan", ketidaktentuan tu. Lebih kurang 1 tahun. Banyak khabar-khabar angin yang bertiup, banyak spekulasi yang dibuat. Setiap hari ada saja yang kami dengar. Kami dibahagian management pun tak diberitahu dengan terperinci perkembangan program integrasi tu pada mulanya. Tapi atas daya inisiatif sendiri, kami (Aku dan 2 org lagi management staff kat kilang ni) mengambil keputusan untuk buat briefing dari masa ke semasa. Kami himpunkan semua pekerja, dan kami terangkan apa yang kami tahu. Kalau perkara yang kami tak tahu kami mengaku setulus ikhlas kami belum lagi diberitahu. Dan kami beri assurance, apa jua keputusan yang dibuat syarikat akan meninbangkan yang terbaik untuk semua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apabila kami mula diberitahu langkah-langkah yang akan diambil untuk integrasi syarikat, kami sekali lagi buat briefing. Setiap langkah, kami adakan briefing, buat sessi soal jawab. Kalau ada masalah juga, kami sentiasa sedia mendengar apa yang mereka ingin katakan. Pintu pejabat aku sejak dari awal aku masuk ofis ni pun sentiasa terbuka. Dari operator ke first line manager sentiasa boleh datang berbincang dengan aku kalau ada masalah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Memanglah dalam semua hal pun ada yang tak puas hati. Setiap line manager memang bertanggung jawab atas kebajikan "anak-buah" mereka. Sedaya upaya kami bertiga mencuba untuk meleraikan setiap kusutan sebaik mungkin. So far nampaknya tak adalah yang tak redha dengan retrenchment exercise ni. Oleh kerana ada sedikit pampasan yang mereka terima mereka tidaklah terasa terlalu tertekan. Cuma masa yang lama diambil untuk membuat keputusan tu yang membuatkan mereka merasa gelisah. Nak cari kerja lain, tak tahu bila nak kena berenti. Nak berenti saja, sayang pulak nanti kalau ada pampasan yang di beri. Itulah keluhan yang kami selalu dengar. Nak merasa marah pun tak betullah jugak sebab, bukan diorang saja yang menghadapi situasi macam tu, kami pun akan diberhentikan jugak. Jadi sama-sama kami merasa empatetik/simpatetik terhadap satu sama lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buat masa yang terdekat ni, aku rasa ramai yang akan mencari kerja lain. Ada jugak yang aku dengar nak buka warung jual nasi lemak dan kuih-mueh. Yang dah berumur sikit tu memanglah susah sikit nak cari kerja lain, tapi InsyaAllah kalau usaha lebih sikit, mungkin kalau ada tanah sendiri kat kampung boleh jugak usahakan sedikit sebanyak untuk menampung hidup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apa-apa pun, sepanjang kami menangani situasi ini, kami tak lah berdepan dengan situasi dimana staff menjadi emosional yang melampau. Cuma nanti aku akan sedih sangat bila nak peluk-peluk (yang pompuan je lah :-) ) pada hari terakhir nanti. Setiap kali ada VSS, kami akan terasa kehilangan kawan-kawan. Doa sajalah, Allah luaskan pintu rezeki kami selepas ni. InsyaAllah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116522420909627581?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116522420909627581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116522420909627581&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116522420909627581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116522420909627581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/12/komunikasi.html' title='Komunikasi'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116478645384029285</id><published>2006-11-29T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:33:46.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown - the last month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In about 1 month from today, most of the employees of this factory would be leaving the company. Last week the retrenchment letters were already circulated. There were about 70 employees were offered contract employment term of various options. And those who were offered the contract would have until the end of this week to decide whether to take up the offer or not. There is still one more group to be offered within the next month. In actual term, this is our last month being the full time employee of this company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There would be around 40 who would be leaving at the end of the month of December. Amongst them would be PS. I would be staying until 31 March 2007. My name was originally in the group with 31st December 2006, but at the eleventh hour, I was asked whether I could stay on a little longer. Since I have not committed to any employment just yet, I decided to accept the request. Boleh lah dok makan gaji for another 3 months tu kan hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have no idea why I was asked to stay but, I presumed that they have received their corporate decision on what to make of this factory. The idea so far is that the factory would be turned into a regional hub for one of the core activities to support the company business. There is one such center in the Klang Valley, but they have space constraint there. Since the factory here offered ample space with no rental cost, the idea of setting up the hub here seemed a very viable one. As of now, they are only committed to plan for 1 year ahead only. They need to review other factors before deciding to continue or close down the entire premise. That was the reason for giving some of the employees a year contract to ensure that the business is continued and that the customer is served as normal as before. Let's hope that they really would be turning this facility as planned and that they would need someone to coordinate the activities in this facilities. I would have a glimpse of hope to be offered the job. Amboi!! Masih dok berharap lagi tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of the year until March 2007, I would really be missing most of my friends/colleagues. It would really be very quiet here in the office and I foresee that I would be yawning and counting the hours in the office. Wouldn't it be nice if I would bring a sofa bed to the office or a small TV to sleep or amuse myself. Nak start tengok telenovela ni, just to past the time tu, hehehe. Gone would be those who I always would go to lunch with, gone would be my clerk who always be reminding me the time for the zuhur prayer. Gone would be people whom I could "tell" (shout is more appropriate actually) my frustration and let off steam when I need to release my tension. I am already missing them as I type this entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What would I do for the next 3 months after this ? I foresee a lot of time would be on the internet surfing away, chatting with friends (so those who do not want me to disturb you, you'd better put yourselves invisible on the YM hehe). I hope they woould not cut-off internet connection or block off blogspot. Mati kutu lah aku tak dapat nak bloghopping nanti tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, I need to do a lot of office housekeeping. I had started but, somehow there is no momentum and the motivation to clear up my office. Maybe when there're not many people around, I would be in better "mood" to do housekeeping. Dah terpaksa buat masa tu kann.. hehe. What else could I do? Read/finish up a book. Do some research on where to find capital to start a small business maybe. Research on what type of business maybe. Well the list is endless. But.......... would I be up to it? Rasa macam malas je ni hehe. Dok fikir nak duduk rumah, tak payah sibuk2 rush to work. One more thing, I need to polish up on the resume, so that if there is an opportunity somewhere, I would be ready for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, whatever I would do to fill up the time, would defend also on other factors. I think the 3 months would end very fast. But until then, I woud have to concentrate on spending some quality time with those who would be leaving. Need to make sure, we are all in good spirit (not depressed over the predicament), we have good memories together and keep in touch with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116478645384029285?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116478645384029285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116478645384029285&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116478645384029285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116478645384029285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/countdown-last-month.html' title='Countdown - the last month.'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116434596059465522</id><published>2006-11-24T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:39:40.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minggu ni kalut sikit aku dibuatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat ofis kalut dok handle pemberian surat-surat retrenchment, nak explain segala-gala kat diorang tu. Lepas tu nak jugak coordinate pasal diorang yang nak dioffer contract baru. Memang adat lah kan pasti ada yang tak senang dengan apa yang dioffer tu. You just can't please everyone. Tak pulak diorang ni consider, ada yang tak dapat offer terus, terus je tak ada kerja lepas ni. Nak kena pergi cari sendiri. Macam aku ni lah, huhuhu. Jadinya, aku pun dah tahu dah bila aku akan jadi bibik sepenuh masa tu, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat rumah tu, si Syia 1 hari selepas saja result tu keluar, diorang dah pergi school trip. Penang-KL-Melaka-Genting. Ayin pun sama, ada trip jugak cuma Ayin's school trip pergi KL saja. Biasalah kan duduk kampung, bila cuti sekolah je berbondong-bondong lah orang kampung buat rombongan cik Kiah ke bandar-bandar. Trip tu dari awal dah diplan tu. Aku kena siap duit tambang dengan duit poket untuk diorang nak pergi jenjalan tu. Biarlah. Bila balik, Syia ada cerita 3 orang kawan2 dia kena rasuk masa bermalam kat Wisma B*lia. Alhamdulillah dia tak kena apa-apa. Nasib baik Cikgu yang ikut tu boleh jadi bomoh terjun, jadi semuanya selamat akhirnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum pergi tu Syia dah suruh ambikkan borang MRSM tu. Bila dah ambik tu, hubby suruh aku isikan borang tu. Tak confident betul yang anak manja dia tu boleh buat sendiri. Borang yang nak kena isi tu pulak macam kertas jawapan periksa UPSR, kena hitamkan kat huruf dan angka yang berkenaan. Dah tu kecik pulak tu, aku ni dah lah rabun, mata pun dah tua dah, silap memanjanglah jadinya. Kadang2 ada baris yang aku hitamkan 2 ,3 huruf, dah hilang huruf pada line yang seterusnya. In the end aku suruh je si Syia tu isikan sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semalam aku suruh Syia bangun awal, aku bawak dia pergi jumpa Guru Besar sekolah dia untuk mengesahkan borang dan dokumen lain yang perlukan pengesahan tu. Dah lah tu, budak ni dia tak pun photosta sijil-sijil dia. Kena cari kedai photostat pulak. Pagi-pagi gitu, tak nampak kedai yang bukak lagi. Dah kalut sikit aku masa tu, kang kena pergi jauh pulak nak photostat. Nasib baik, Allah permudahkan urusan. Sementara dok fikir kat mana nak pergi tu, aku singgah beli nasi lemak dulu untuk diorang tu. Tak sempat aku nak masak pagi tu, jadinya diornag terpaksa survive dengan nasi lemak tu ajelah sampai hubby balik petang nanti. Aku pesan suruh hubby beli makanan bila dia balik nanti. Tapinya, masa aku balik semalam, aku ingat aku tak lah nak kalut nak kena masak, rupanya kena jugak. Sebab hubby tak beli, dia kata badan tak sedap, rasa macam nak demam, lemah  saja rasanya. Dah pulak!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Siap aje beli nasi lemak, aku nampak kedai photostat dah buka, tak payah nak pergi jauh dah. Lepas siap, aku pun pergi ke sekolah nak cari Guru Besar. Dah pulak kami diberitahu Guru Besar meeting sampai pukul 12.00 tengahari. Tak kan aku nak tunggu, perut pun lapar jugakk dah. Dah pukul 9.00 pagi apa pun belum makan lagi.  Kami terus saja balik, makan dan aku cakap aku nak datang ofis. Aku pun suruh Syia pergi jumpa Cikgu Besar untuk dapatkan pengesahan nanti. Sementara tu Ayin pun siaplah dok pot-pet kat adik dia tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hang ni, manja sangat lah, buat sendirilah, Aku dulu buat sendiri semua, tau. Tak ajak mama pun. Ajak kawan-kawanlah pi jumpa Guru Besar".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh, banyak ni saja ka sijil-sijil hang, kesiannya, hehehe. Mana lagi sijil-sisjil hang, awat tak bubuh semua. bagi nampak sikit kepimpinan tu".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehehe, memang ada tokoh isteri "&lt;em&gt;mithali"&lt;/em&gt; tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syia pun dah dengar Ayin mencabar dia tu, walaupun rasa nak marah tapi ada betulnya tu. Dia pun terus saja OK nak buat sendiri tu. Since Angah tak ada paper semalam, Syia ajak Angah bawak dia pergi (naik motor) pergi sekolah. Bila malam, Ayin sekali lagi tolong check samada borang dan lampiran tu complete ke tidak. Hari ni aku baru aku dapat poskan borang tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sambil tu aku pun cakap dengan Syia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku : &lt;em&gt;"Kalau dapat masuk sekolah asrama ni, betui-betui ka nak pi? Satni nangih pulak kena buli ka. Nangih nak balik tak mau duduk asrama pulak. Kena pi kalau dapat tau!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syia :&lt;em&gt; "Mana pulak, tak nangih lah".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku : &lt;em&gt;" Kalau ada yang nak buli, cakap kat depa Syia reti taekwando tau hehe"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syia : &lt;em&gt;" Hehehe, apa lah mama ni. Sat ni depa ingat Syia tali-pinggang putih (first phase) saja lah ".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Macamana pun kena jugaklah aku daftarkan dia kat sekolah menengah kat kampung ni. Kalau-kalu dia tak dapat masuk mana-mana sekolah lain, dia masih boleh bersekolah di sekolah Kak Long dan Angah tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esok aku nak ke Perlis pulak, nak ziarah kawan aku yang akan menunaikan fardhu haji musim ni. Dia ni classmate aku kat sekolah asrama penuh dulu tu. Dah sampai seru dia untuk menjadi tetamu Allah di Baitullah, aku nak suruh dia doakan, supaya aku dijemput menjadi tetamuNya pulak tahun depan InsyaAllah. Semoga Allah menganugerahkan Haji Mabrur kepada dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116434596059465522?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116434596059465522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116434596059465522&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116434596059465522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116434596059465522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/kalut.html' title='Kalut'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116408199275984154</id><published>2006-11-21T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:51:44.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syia's Next Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kak Long dan Angah tak dapat pun 5a dalam peperiksaan UPSR diorang. Antara 4 beradik tu Ayin yang mula set the standard. Kak Long dan Angah cuma berjaya dapat 3A saja. Tapi kami tak lah rasa disappointed, kami tahu diorang dah try their best. We sent them to tuition classes too and they tried. But since they didn't get 5A in the UPSR, it was not the end of world for them. The A's would be just a ticket for them to get into slightly better position, but does not mean that it would ensure that they become successful or happy in life or a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa time Ayin, sekolah dia dapat guru besar yang baru. He was really motivated to improve the school performance. He started the night classes and also raise the target for performance for the school. I was at the time in the PIBG and I liked his management style. He had visions and he had drive and motivation to ensure the school did better than previous years. But, that year was his retirement year. I heard that he shed tears when the UPSR result came out because, that year was the best UPSR result for the school so far. Two years after that, the record was still not broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diantara 4 anak aku ni, Ayin ni yang nampaknya lebih sistematik dan lebih fokus dalam pelajaran. Dari awal tahun darjah 6 tu dia dah tahu dia dah target 5A, dia dah ambik jadual tuisyen, dia sendiri register dan religiously follow the classes. Aku tak payah nak suruh, dia yang cakap kat aku, apa dia mau. Jadinya, dia ke kelas malam dan jugak pergi extra tuisyen.  After the hard work, she got the reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi masa Syia masuk darjah 6, Ayin yang guide dia sesikit. Tapi Syia ni bila dia masuk kelas tuisyen selama 2 bulan, dia sendiri cakap yang dia nak berenti pergi tuisyen. Dia kata dia confuse sebab kat sekolah belajar cara lain, kat tuisyen belajar cara lain. Aku tak nak mendesak, aku cuma tanya boleh ka dia cope dengan apa yang dia belajar kat sekolah, dia kata InsyaAllah. Jadi dia cuma pergi night class kat sekolah dia saja. Tengok dia study pun kami kadang-kadang risau, boleh kah dia ni :-). Kalau Ayin konsisten tiap penggal top 3 dalam kelas, Syia, kadang-kadang tersasar jugak. Masa exam pun dari mula sehingga trial pun tak pernah dapat 5A, ada sekali dapat C pun ada. Tapinya kami doa, kami tawakal sajalah. Alhamdulllilah dia ada semangat rupanya nak compete dengan Ayin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila aku tanya dia nak lepas UPSR kalau dapat sekolah asrama, nak ke dia pergi? Dia jawab "err, err, err, macam rasa tak nak lah" Jadi bila dia kata lepas result keluar tu, dia nak pergi ambik borang MRSM, aku pun naik heran. Aku tanya lagi sekali, nak ambik ka sebab kalau tak nak pergi tok sah ambik lah. Namun, entah apa dalam fikiran dia tu, dia suruh jugak hubby ambik borang tu. Saja nak try agaknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semalam selepas hubby bawak balik borang hubby kata, ada yang beritahu hubby quota untuk budak perempuan kurang berbanding untuk lelaki, Jadinya senang sikit untuk budak lelaki untuk masuk asrama ni. Agaknya kalau dapat 3A pun diorang boleh lagi apply. Kata hubby, kalau nak jugak kena pakai "cable" lah. Aku ni tak berapa gemar nak pakai "cable" ni, jadi aku cakap ada hubby, kita apply saja, kalau dapat, dapat lah. Alhamdulillah. Kalau tak, biar sajalah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku ni nak ke lepaskan anak manja aku ni pergi duduk asrama kalau dia memang terpilih? Entahlah. Sebabnya Syia ni anak bongsu, manjanya melebihi yang lain-lain. Walaupun manja, seperti yang lain-lain  tu dia ditrain jadi independent jugak. Aku yakin dia boleh berdikari dan sesuaikan diri kalau duduk di asrama tu. Macam manapun kena tunggu dan  lihatlah. Tentunya bila duduk di asrama dia perlu buat serba serbi sendiri, bangun pagi pun tak boleh nak harapkan orang kejutkan, (masa bersekolah ni, Ayin yang selalu kejutkan Syia setiap pagi). Baju kena basuh sendiri, tak boleh  nak masuk mesin, takan suiz saja tu. Aku pun sebenarnya berat jugak nak lepaskan dia ke asrama, sebab kalau dia pergi maknanya akan tinggal Ayin sorang anak kami di rumah. Angah pun lepas SPM InsyaAllah akan keluar dari rumah melanjut pelajaran di IPTA atau IPTS, InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi kalau Syia terpilih dan mahu ke asrama aku terpaksa relakan dan aku tak akan menolak. Sebabnya itu adalah untuk masa depan dia. Aku pun dulu bersekolah asrama penuh jauh di selatan sana tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116408199275984154?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116408199275984154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116408199275984154&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116408199275984154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116408199275984154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/syias-next-step.html' title='Syia&apos;s Next Step'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116400068266000402</id><published>2006-11-20T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:40:58.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Old Contraption Again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was raining dogs and cats (tak de pulak nampak kucing atau anjing jatuh dari langit hehe) last thursday evening. It has been like that, heavy rain even with thunder and lightning, for the whole week this week and before that. It was already past 6.00 pm and I told my YM mate that I would have to brace the rain to go home. In case it would continue to rain so heavily right into the night. I was still driving my father's car and I did not want to be stranded in the middle of the road at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I drove the car out in the heavy rain, almost confidently that I would be able to make through the stretch of rain water on the road. The water splashed up, as high as the windsheild when I drove through it and I push my foot down on the pedal trying to make sure that the engine would not stop. I was wrong, apparently. About 1 km from the factory premise, the engine just stopped, Right in the middle of the road and I could not start the car again. Oh my,what now???!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was quite some time that I was in the middle of the road, trying to re-start the car without success. Luckily the road was not the main road with heavy traffic, it was a lane connecting the factories within the area. The incident happened when the factory workers had gone home at 5.00 pm shift, and the next shift would proably be at 7.00 pm. Not much traffict passing through the road at that time of the day. Luckily, 2 factory workers asked if they could help and I asked them to help push my car to the roadside as not to hinder traffic. It was nice of them to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I called hubby to tell him of my predicament, to highlight that I would be late and he asked if he needed to pick me up. I said that I would telll him if I need to be picked up. Called Shah and asked for his opinion. He said that there is a possibility that water had entered the engine, and tow ait a while and to re-start it again later. I waited for 15 mins and when I tried to re-start nothing happened still. Again, I called Shah and told him to go and talk to the mechanic who has a workshop next to his house. This is the same mechanic who repaired the gear box for my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shah later told me that he had alerted the mechanic on my situation and position. It was getting darker, and maghrib was already advancing into isyak, my handphone battery was also running out. I had to make a decision to stay put or to walk back to the office. If I were to walk back, then I could perform the prayer at the surau while waiting for the mechanic to arrive. Texted a msg to Shah to tell him that I would be walking back to my office. Luckily the rain had stopped. He replied saying that he had informed the mechanic my handphone no and the location of my office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Armed with an umbrella, I locked the car and walked about 1 km back to the office. There were not many street lamps and I keep on looking behind me, staying alert of the surrounding for prowlers and the like. There were some factory workers waiting on the road to be picked up to go home, otherwise the whole road was empty. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriau jugaklah makcik ni berjalan sorang-sorang dalam gelap tu hehe. Nasib le siapa-siapa yang kacau sure kena belasah dengan payung malam tu hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I arrived at the office, went to take the phone charger and headed to the surau. Had the time to even completed the isyak prayer when the mechanic called to ask for location of my office. Since he was already in the vacinity then it took him less and 10 minutes to arrived at the office gate. He surveyed the problem for the old contraption and he still couldn't get it started, so he called the tow truck to have the car towed back to his workshop. Meanwhile, since my own car was already OK, (he drove my car to pick me up) we drove back to his workshop and later I took the car home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pheew, the following morning I told Abang Long what happened and told him that I would be returning the car back to him. I do hope that I don't have to use the old car again. My kaki and pinggang are still painful. Anyhow, I do not want to be an ungrateful person because the old contraption had made my journey to work possible for the last 2 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I now pray that no more mishap will befall me after this. Amiinn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116400068266000402?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116400068266000402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116400068266000402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116400068266000402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116400068266000402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/that-old-contraption-again.html' title='That Old Contraption Again..'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116366615686257152</id><published>2006-11-16T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:35:56.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syia Tak Sakit Perut Lagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semalam Syia sakit perut. Kata mak aku, entah berapa kali Syia asyik masuk keluar bilik air. Semalam pun dia tidur awal, nasi ayam yang baba beli pun dia tak jamah. Makan malam pun dia tak nak. Kesian aku tengok. Mak aku pun rasa kesian. Mak kata, &lt;em&gt;"Seghuh muka dia hari ni".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pagi-pagi lagi dia dah bangun siap nak ke sekolah. Dah siap tu dia datang ingatkan hubby suruh hantar dia ke sekolah. Tiap hari pun hubby yang hantarkan. Tapi hari ni dia gelisah sikit. Macam tak sabar dok tunggu baba dia bersiap nak menghantar dia dan terus ke ofis. Aku tahu kenapa dia gelisah. Tapi aku diamkan saja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tadi, lepas mendapat keputusan, aku dapat call dari Syia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Excited bunyinya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mama, Syia dapat 5A"&lt;/em&gt; Terus saja dia cakap bila dah dengar suara aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah, tahniah. Seronok ka?"&lt;/em&gt; Kata aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syia hanya gelak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Belum sempat aku telefon hubby, Ayin call dari rumah. Ayin sampaikan berita kematian ibu L, (ibu mertua adik Shah). Alfatihah untuk arwah. Berita tu aku dah tahu, Abang Long dah cakap tadi pagi. Aku tanya Ayin dah tahu ka yang Syia dapat 5A, dia kata belum. Gelak gembira kakak Ayin mendengar berita kejayaan adiknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku telefon hubby cakap berita tu, kami sama-sama bersyukur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila dah balik dari sekolah Syia telefon lagi, dah cerita lebih detail, dia cakap sakit perutnya dah baik sikit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku kata pada dia, yang semalam tu sakit perut takut agaknya.  Dia cuma gelak sajalah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alhamdulillah, termakbul jugak doa kami. Syukur aku ke hadratNya. Semoga Allah akan memberi keberkatan ke atas ilmu yang di berikan kepada Syia. Semoga Syia akan terus berusaha dan berjaya di dunia dan akhirat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tahniah jugak buat semua anak-anak yang mendapat keputusan cemerlang dalam UPSR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lepas ni aku akan sakit perut lagi sebab Angah akan menduduki peperiksaan SPM mulai Isnin 20 November. All the best to her!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116366615686257152?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116366615686257152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116366615686257152&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116366615686257152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116366615686257152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/syia-tak-sakit-perut-lagi.html' title='Syia Tak Sakit Perut Lagi'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116356351754139796</id><published>2006-11-15T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:47:15.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kereta antik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah lama sangat dah aku rasa aku tak update blog. Cerita "over the weekend" tu dah basi dah. Tapinya entah apa pasal, aku naik malas pulak nak update. Agaknya penangan banyak sangat makan lepas masuk bulan Syawal ni kut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin hari aku semakin malas nak datang ke ofis. Kalau boleh tu aku siapkan semua kerja rumah aku tu dulu sebelum aku bersiap ke ofis. Jadinya sampai ofis dah 9.30 pagi. Mana tak lambat. Bangun, solat (bila boleh lah, kalau "cuti" terus masuk dapur je lah) lepas tu masak untuk lunch diorang yang kat rumah, kasi makan ayam dan kucing, keluarkan/masukkan baju dari washing machine. Dah tu prepare breakfast untuk mak aku. Siap semua tu baru aku nak mandi segala. Masa tu dah pukul 8.15 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas aku dah siap tu aku kena panaskan enjin kereta dulu sebelum aku boleh jalan. Panaskan enjin kereta? Haah. Kenapa? Sebabnya, dah  dekat 2 bulan aku kena pakai kereta antik arwah ayah. Kereta aku sebelum puasa tu dah masuk workshop, gear box rosak. Camna boleh rosak? Entah, aku pun tak tahu. Aku bukan pandai pasal kereta ni, yang aku tahu masuk kereta start enjin, tukar gear, jalan. Tiba-tiba saja, semacam je bunyi kereta tu, bila gear tu nak bertukar tu. Bila hantar pergi workshop, mekanik tu kata gear box rosak. Major repair tu, memakan RMxxxx tu nak repair. Sabar je lah dengan dugaan ni. Aku rasa memang tahun 2006 ni dugaan aku melibatkan penggunaan duit ringgit yang banyak. Tu pun Alhamdulillah tak ada major health problem kat dalam keluarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadinya dah tak ada kereta, mula-mula tu bolehlah hubby asyik mengambil dan menghantar. Bulan puasa pulak tu, lambat lah sampai rumah. Akhirnya, bila Abang Long offer sebijik dari kereta dia (dia ni suka simpan kereta antik, ada 2 biji Mini Cooper, 1 Volkswagen, Toyota KE30 kat rumah dia), aku dengan hubby terus saja terima. Aku ingat dia nak bagi aku kereta Waja dia, tup tup dia bagi kereta arwah ayah. Kereta tu walaupun auto, tapi enjin dah lama, berat pulak tu pedal dia. 2 hari sekali kena pulak check air ada tak kat dalam tangki, takut kang berasap di tengah highway tu, lagi lah malu muka aku dok kena tunggu kereta sejuk sebelum bubuh air. Jadinya, setiap pagi aku kenalah perangat dulu enjin tu sebelum aku dapat jalan dengan elok. Dan, oleh kerana kereta tu besar dan berat rasanya, bagi aku yang comel lote ni lah hehehe, kaki sebelah kanan aku pun dah mula sakit. Setiap malam aku akan gosok-gosok, picit-picit kaki aku ni. Apa-apa pun aku bersyukurlah jugak, kalau tak ada kereta antik arwah ayah ni, susah jugak lah aku nak ke tempat kerja. Dalam uzur-uzur ni pun, masih boleh digunakan. Masih berjasa pada kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Awal bulan November hari tu pun ada jugak kereta ni buat hal sikit. Hari tu aku kena ke KL pasal kerjalah. Since balik hari, aku pun naik flight sajalah. Flight aku pukul 9.05 am, aku keluar rumah dalam 7.15 am. Sampai kat stesyen minyak aku stop nak isi minyak. Alahai, bila aku nak start balik, tak mau hiduplah pulak. Panik lah aku jadinya, takut miss flight. Kalau aku miss flight tentu aku kena call boss aku cakap aku akan lambat atau aku terus saja tak jadi pergi. nasiblah panjang jugak akal aku ni, aku call abang long, dia kata suruh orang tolak ketepi sat and then panggil hubby aku suruh hantar ke airport. Jadi aku pun call hubby, nasib baik dia dah siap nak pergi kerja dah, jadinya lambat lah dia hari tu sebab kena hantar aku ke airport. Lepas aku mintak tolong sorang lelaki kat petrol station tu tolak kereta ke tepi, aku cubalah call sorang colleague aku yang akan ke KL jugak, tanya dia kat mana masa tu. Kalau dia masih belum terlepas dari tempat aku berada tu nak jugak aku tumpang dia saja. Kata dia dia dah ada atas jambatan dah. Jadi kena jugak susahkan hubby. Hari tu pulak traffik kat atas jambatan slow yang amat. Maka bertambah paniklah aku dibuatnya. Peluh jugak lah ket*ak kau dok takut tak sempat sampai airpot in time. Alhamdulillah, tak miss flight aku. Bila kat KL jumpa dengan Sam, dia tempelak aku katanya kereta aku tu asyik buat hal saja. Sam ni kan hari tu pernah naik kereta aku yang pancit kat atas jambatan Pulau Pinang tu. Kena lah aku cerita pulak yang buat hal kali ni bukan kereta aku tapi kereta antik arwah ayah aku. Adik Shah aku kata bukan pasal bateri yang buat kereta tu tak boleh start hari tu, tapi wayar ke starter tercabut katanya. Jangan tanya aku, macam mana boleh jadi macam tu OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe ada yang kata, alah AuntyN ambik cuti je lah. Kat ofis pun bukan ada kerja. Bukan tak boleh nak cuti. Tapi cuti  dah tinggal 2 hari. Kalau aku ambik akhir tahun ni bila semuanya dah di congak, nanti cuti yang terlebih ambik tu akan ditolak dari gaji. Tak nak lah ada tolak-tolak ni, kalau nak tambah tak apa hehehe. Kami dah tak boleh accumulate cuti tahun lepas untuk bring forwad ke tahun ini. Setiap tahun, kena perhabiskan cuti tahun semasa. Jadi ni kan dah hujung tahun, cuti pun dah nak habis dah. Tak apalah, nanti lepas tahun baru tu dah nak cuti panjang dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nantilah aku ceritakan keadaan aku menghitung hari-hari sebelum kami tiba hari terakhir aku sebagai seorang pekerja syarikat ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116356351754139796?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116356351754139796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116356351754139796&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116356351754139796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116356351754139796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/kereta-antik.html' title='Kereta antik'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116287302864665066</id><published>2006-11-07T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T13:15:36.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kak Long's new semester would be starting on the 6 Nov. After about a month of holiday. Alhamdulillah she passed all her exams, grade wise, I have yet to see it. So the weekend was spent on her delivery back to campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, after subuh, I started to make bergedil for Kak Long. Since Kak Long had introduce the bergedil to her friends, they have kept asking for more. I asked hubby who were going to the pasar to get me ingrediens for the rendang. 3 kg of beef, kerisik, santan, serai, lengkuas, halia etc. Some for leaving at home for the Mak, Angah, Ayin dan Syia. Some for the Kak Long and some for the "gegar raya" (This was just a preparation since I didn't commit to them that I would be going. Malu kang aku pergi tangan kosong je tu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, hubby, Kak Long and I went shopping for Kak Long's things (kaki sleuar jeans nak kena potong, shampoo, bedak, sabun semua dah habis katanya. Bila lagi kalau nak replenish stock tu hehe) At the same time hubby had to change 4 of his car's tyres. Teruk duit keluar macam air, dahlah baru je raya. Habis tu kalau tak buat takut pulak tayar kereta meletup tengah jalan sebab dah botak dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping, we stopped by the charkoayteow in Seberang Jaya. Makan dan tapau bawak balik untuk the girls. At night, while Kak Long was packing her things, Angah made some cornflake with honey for Kak Long to take back to campus. Terharu aku tengok kasih sayang dua beradik tu. Kak Long said it was a huge success, ada chance buat jualan for raya haji and the next year raya hehehe. Sapa nak tempah? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, after breakfast, around 10.00 am, we left for cyberjaya. Mamat who came home for the weekend by himself (his wife is still on maternity leave in in-laws' place and son are still in Trengganu), decided to join us to return home. With Kak Long, my 2 nieces and another of their friend, all 7 of us started the journey. We arrived in MMU at about about 3.00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting down the 3 girls at the campus, Mamat at an lrt station, we went to Low Yatt plaza. Kak Long's laptop rosak lagi. The other day it was virus problem, kena reformat aje. This time around the laptop cannot be switched on. Lucky thing the warranty is still valid for a few more days (until end of this months). But again at Low Yatt, we were told that it was better that we send the laptop to the HP service center at the Bukit Damansara. It was sunday, the service center is opened from Monday to Friday 8.30 am to 6.00 pm. It meant that we had to put up a night in KL for just that purpose. We were prepared for it actually, but we would have driven back home if things were settled on Sunday itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I had already informed and get the consent from hubby for the gathering, I didn't dare to commit to the host that I would be there. But after we had decided to stay overnight, hubby drove to BBBangi and dropped me at the &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arc/LB's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house. Hubby and Kak Long then went to have satay Kajang at Bangi's town, so I was left there to have a whale of a time ( tak payah control ayu lerr sebab aku sorang je hehehe). It was a pleasure meeting all of you ( you know who you are, I won't mention any names, takut nanti kecik hati kalau aku miss nama korang). Jumpa jugak dengan you all yang riuh rendah tu kan hehe. When hubby fetched me, aku siap dapat tapau nasi dagang dengan mee rebus lagi tu. Thank you for the food and also the duit raya and of course the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, early morning, I was shocked by a phone call from the office receeptionist. I was told that there was a break in into the factory, could I come in early that morning. Told her that I was in KL and to call the other managers. A few offices were broken into. Laptops were taken and a few personal things. Luckily, my office was spared and nothing was missing. My laptop is always on my table, the blinds are always opened. It was full view for anyone passes by my office. Alhamdulillah. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mungkin berkat ayatul kursi yang aku selalu baca dengan doa dijaga harta benda aku dimana jua ianya berada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After sending the laptop for service, dropped by Abang Lang's house to send some of his stuff which was left at my house during the raya. I asked him for a favour to collect Kak Long's laptop when the service is completed, to save us time and money to go down again just for that purpose. We left Shah Alam to head home at about 1.30 pm and while on the road at about Gunung Semanggol, Kak Long told us that HP had called to informed that her laptop was already ready for collection. Informed Abang Lang and he had collected and sent the laptop to Kak Long. Thanks Abang Lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We reached home at around 6.30 pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116287302864665066?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116287302864665066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116287302864665066&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116287302864665066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116287302864665066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/over-weekend.html' title='Over the Weekend'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116225876889019019</id><published>2006-10-31T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:17:48.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makan-Makan Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Jari-jari ku sakit semua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerna bekerja pagi dan petang&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam tu lah aku masa raya tu. Bukan setakat jari je yang sakit, seluruh badan aku sakit semuanya. Iye lah kan, macam adik ipar aku kata, kami ni terpilih menjadi "ibu rumah" untuk keluarga. Jadinya semua akan bertumpu ke rumah aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku start prepare makanan untuk raya dari hari Ahad malam Isnin dah. Mula sekali buat rendang daging. Isnin tu aku masak rendang ayam, nasi impit, kuah kacang dan gulai daging. Pada pagi raya aku masak kuah lodeh untuk lontong, &lt;strong&gt;koay teow goreng&lt;/strong&gt;, nasi minyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari lepas sembahyang raya, rumah aku dah ada pengunjung. Mula tu Shah dengan anak dia, lepas tu S datang sorang saja, anak-anak dia pergi rumah datuk-nenek diorang. S duduk kat rumah aku sepanjang hari, lepas tu keluarga kakak aku (yang balik dari KK tu). Habih semua dari bro-in-law sampai anak-anak kakak M (7 orang) termasuk menantu sekali datang. Bro-in-law tu macam tak percaya saja semua lauk pauk tu aku yang masak sendiri, siap dok tanya, masak sendiri atau order dari restoran mana2. (Cis!!! penat aku masak tu hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu tak putus2 lah aku kena layan tetamu tu. Sampai naik longgar kaki tangan dah tu. Bila petang, hujan dah mula turun, kami yang memang dah bercadang nak buat BBQ tu, menjadi berbelah bagi nak buat ke tidak. Shah, entah berapa kali dok tanya nak teruskan ke tidak, sebab dia nak beli koayteow nak masak char koay teow macam tahun lepas. In the end kami decide nak teruskan jugak. Kalau hujan lebat jugak, BBQ dari dalam rumah sajalah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila malam makin lah ramai bila Abang Ngah &amp; famili bersama keluarga adik ipar dia sampai. Semua adik beradik dengan keluarga masing-masing ada, jadi ramailah jugak malam tu. Since hujan pun dah renyai2 dah, kami tukar acara kepada BBQ pulak, tak lama tu aku tengok, rumah aku dah penuh asap, dan panjang kemain queue diorang menunggu &lt;strong&gt;charkoayteow.&lt;/strong&gt; Hehehe. Bila pintu dan tingkap semua aku buka baru clear asap dari dalam rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esoknya, aku goreng nasik untuk breakfast. Abang Lang and famili tidur kat rumah aku, jadi kenalah siapkan breakfast untuk semua. Ingat dah boleh rehat sikit, tiba-tiba cousin hubby pulak call nak datang. Isyy, apa pulak nak dijamu ni? Kata hubby, &lt;strong&gt;goreng koayteow.&lt;/strong&gt; Koayteow lagi? Sabar je lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Petang kami pegi rumah S, dia buat laksa, jadi aku tak payah masak makan tengahari. Cuma menu malam lah pulak. Naik muak dah nak makan nasi. Aku suggest lah nak buat fish and chips pulak tu, siap booking si Naaim anak abang lang untuk buat coselaw lagi. Anak-anak aku suka sangat bila dengar Naaim nak buat coselaw tu. Sedap. Jenuh jugaklah aku menggoreng fish &amp;amp; chip tu, siap dengan Ayamas hotdog berkeju lagi. Selera sungguh anak-anak teruna abang lang makan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Raya ketiga, hubby kata sat dia pergi cari tulang buat sup. Dengan tulang tu dia bawak balik sekali mee basah dan &lt;strong&gt;koayteow.&lt;/strong&gt; Kak Long sampai kata "koayteow" lagi hehehe. Muka pun dah jadi muka koayteow dah tu. Petang tu kakak-kakak hubby yang dari KL datang beraya. Kami ingatkan diorang tak balik kampung sebab tak beritahu pun nak balik. Jadi rezeki diorang lah sup tu, bersama adik beradik aku yang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya ke-empat aku dan hubby dah mula kerja. Itupun aku datang ofis half day lepas make sure aku prepare makanan untuk abang lang yang akan bertolak balik hari tu jugak. Walau dah start kerja dan weekend menjelang, rumah aku masih jugak tak renti-renti ada yang bertandang. Anak-anak sedara mak datang menjenguk mak, kalau ada rezeki diorang elok lah sikit jamuan nya, kalau tak tu makan biskut raya sajalah dengan minum air. Nak buat macam mana kadang-kadang masa diorang datang aku tak ada kat rumah (pergi shopping untuk replenish stock aku). Aku tak sempat pun nak berkunjung ke mana-mana masa raya pun. Sampai hari ni masih belum lagi habis pinggan mangkuk, periuk belanga yang aku keluarkan tu disimpan sepenuhnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letih tu memanglah letih, tapi bila teringat nak merungut tu, aku terfikir jugaklah, keadaan ni akan berlarutan selagi ada mak aku kat rumah akau. Aku kena enjoy sepenuhnya. Nanti suatu hari bila mak dah tak ada, seri rumah aku mungkin akan pudar, dan jadinya nanti bila anak-anak pun dah mula berkeluarga sendiri takutnya nanti kami berdua saja yang akan tinggal beraya bersama-sama. Biarlah kemeriahan yang kami lalui ini jadi kenangan untuk kami sampai bila-bila. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116225876889019019?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116225876889019019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116225876889019019&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116225876889019019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116225876889019019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/makan-makan-raya.html' title='Makan-Makan Raya'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116122408047217479</id><published>2006-10-19T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:10:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik Kampung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Syia, hang balik kampung mana raya ni? " Tanya kawan Syia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Aku balik kampung depan sekolah tu lah" Jawab Syia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sejak ada taman perumahan kat kampung ni, ramai orang luar yang datang tinggal sini. Ataupun ada yang anak kampung yang belajar atau bekerja di luar daerah, seterusnya kawin dengan orang negeri lain. Kemudian balik tinggal sini. Jadi ada diantara kawan-kawan anak-anak aku yang akan balik beraya di kampung lain. Ada yang akan ke Perak, Selangor, Perlis dan sebagainya. Anak-anak aku tak akan merasa balik kampung sebab kami memang dah tinggal kat kampung kelahiran aku. Hubby pun dari Penang jugak, tapi sejak kematian mak mentua kami dah tak beraya di rumah mak mentua macam masa anak-anak masih kecil. Adik beradik hubby akan datang bertandang ke rumah kami selepas mak mentua meninggal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku pulak sejak mak tinggal dengan aku ni, rumah aku dah jadi center tempat berkumpul di hari raya. Jadinya kami jadi host kepada kedua-dua belah keluarga. Kami tak balik kampung tapi, rumah kami yang jadi tempat keluarga berkampung. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik jugak aku kawin dengan orang senegeri saja, tak payah nak kelahi berebut nak giliran balik kampung setiap tahun kan hehehe. Masa masuk UiTM dulu tu ada lah sorang abang senior dari Sarawak nak tackle aku, nasib tak ada jodoh, kalau tidak, "kamek, balik kampung naik belon" :-). Jadinya tak merasa kami ni semua kemeriahan/kekecohan nak balik kampung tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi yang teruk tu, rumah aku nak kena kemas dah sediakan untuk menyambut tetamu pada hari raya dari pagi hingga ke malam. Abang Lang dari Shah Alam dan keluarga sememangnya akan bermalam di rumah aku, kakak M walau dia tinggal di KK sekarang ni, tapi dia ada rumah di Butterworth, jadi dia datang bertandang sajalah. Abang Ngah dari Taiping, Adik bongsu dari SP akan balik hari saja. Kalau tak, berkhemah lah semua kat hall tu atau mana-mana tempat yang dapat letak kepala untuk tidur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nampaknya weekend ni aku kena buat kerahan tenaga lah ni. Nak ajak semua anak-anak kemas dan bersihkan rumah. Jangan haraplah aku nak boleh jadi mandur, arah sana arah sini. Silap-silap aku yang nanti jadi ketua bibik semua kerja kena buat hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kepada sesiapa yang akan balik beraya di kampung atau di bandar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BERHATI-HATI DI JALAN RAYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IKUT SEGALA PERATURAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BERSABAR DAN BERHEMAH SEMASA MEMANDU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIDOAKAN SEMUA SELAMAT SAMPAI KE DESTINASI MASING-MASING DENGAN SELAMAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kepada yang di perantauan tu, jangan bersedih. InsyaAllah, anda semua dalam ingatan dan doa kami.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI 1427h&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jika ada tersalah bahasa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Terkasar kata, tersilap bicara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ku susun jari sepuluh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ku mohon ampun dari semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dari hati yang tulus ikhlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maafkan dosa seadanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116122408047217479?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116122408047217479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116122408047217479&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116122408047217479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116122408047217479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/balik-kampung.html' title='Balik Kampung'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116097341319716815</id><published>2006-10-16T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:10:09.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berbuka Di Dengkil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masa aku letak kad raya kat bawah tu, aku ingat nak buat trick orang malas saja tu. Dah letak ucapan semua tak payah dah update blog sampai lepas raya. Tiba-tiba kemaruk pulak nak update. Tak pe lah kan? :-) Boleh jugak bermaafan cepat-cepat walau ada seminggu lagi sebelum hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak mak tinggal dengan kami, pergerakan kami sekeluarga terbatas sedikit. Jadi, kalau nak berbuka kat luar tu amatlah susah. Sebab, kalau kami nak bawak mak sekali, nak kena fikirkan apa yang yang dia boleh makan, jugak nak kena cari kedai yang boleh park kereta yang dekat dengan tempat duduk dan berbagai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Kak Long dah habis periksa, kami dah janji nak jemput dia dan 2 orang anak sedara aku (Anak Kakak M) balik dari kampus. Jadi aku pun tanya adik S, boleh ka aku tumpangkan mak 1 malam di rumah dia. Hajat aku nak bawak semua anak-anak aku. Bolehlah kami berbuka di luar sekali. Tak payah lah nak fikir anak2 nak berbuka dan bersahur macamana. Mak pulak kurang sihat, pagi jumaat aku dah bawak dia ke klinik ambik ubat. Nak bawak mak sekali kesian nanti letih saja dia dalam perjalanan, lagipun nanti tak muat kereta semasa balik tu. Jadi hari sabtu lepas aku hantar mak ke rumah S, kami sekeluarga pun bertolah ke Cyberjaya. Kami berlima semasa pergi dan pulang nanti menjadi lapan dalam MPV yang berkapsiti 7 orang sahaja tu. Kenalah bawak satu kerusi kecik untuk salah sorang dari anak-anak aku tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami bertolak pukul 12.30 tengahari dan sampai lebih kurang pukul 5.30 petang. Jalan tak jem, hujan lebat selepas R&amp; R Tapah tu. Tapi tak lah sepanjang jalan, sekejap hujan, sekejap berhenti. Tapi memang kami dok plan sampai just enough time untuk berbuka. Kalau terlalu awal sampai, tak tahu pulak nak  melepak kat mana, mestinya weekend tu kedai-kedai di lembah Kelang penuh sesak dengan orang bershopping. jalan-jalan pun pasti jem, salah timing kang kena berbuka dalam kereta pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah ambik kak long dan anak-anak sedara, perempuan semua nya ni, jadi hubby sorang sajalah kumbang diantara bunga-bunga yang sedang berkembang (tolak aku, sebab aku ni bunga yang dah hampir layu......wakakakaka), mula lah dok tanya-tanya nak berbuka kat mana. Last-last Kak Long cakap ke Dengkil, kat satu restoran tomyam yang katanya sedap. Dia dah pernah pergi 2 kali dah. Femes dengan budak-budak campus dia tu. OK lah, kami pun menuju ke sana, sampai awal jugak lah dan sempat mengorder makanan yang berjenis-jenis. Bila makanan dah sampai, fuhh sabar je lah menunggu masuk waktu, dengan aroma yang menusuk lubang hidung orang-orang yang lapar tu. Kami agak awal, jadi senang nak order makanan, sebab pelanggan masih belum ramai. Hampir berbuka makin ramai pelanggan yang datang, sahlah restoran tu sedap masakan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad jugak rega makanan kat situ. Makanan pun sedap, puas hatilah kiranya kami makan malam tu. Dah kenyang tu kami pun bertolak balik, singgah di R&amp;R untuk solat dan minum-minum sikit. Lepas tu sambung semula perjalan, singgah sekejap kat Bukit gantang sebab nature's call dan kemudian terus ke Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai kat Seberang Jaya, dah dekat pukul 1.00 pagi. Kami cakap dengan anak-anak kena berenti makan sahur terus. Nanti sahur tak nak bangun dah, nasi dan lauk kat rumah pun tak dimasak, dah penat so tak nak bangun bersahur macam selalu dah. Jadinya kami berenti bersahur di Key's charkoeytiau. Yang lain semua makan charkoeytiau melainkan aku dan Wawa (salah seorang anak sedara aku tu). Kata dia kenyang lagi, suruh minum pun tak nak dia tu. Adik dia saja  yang makan. Aku makan nasi goreng, yang tak berapa sedap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai rumah, lepas menghantar anak sedara aku tu dah pukul 2.00 pagi. Aku tidur terus, tak sedar tidur sampai pagi. Bangun pagi pun badan terasa keras macam kayu ye. Nasiblah hari ahad, cuti lagi. Tapi kannn...... memang dah plan nak bershopping pulak. Shopping raya lah, sebab dah suntuk dah, baju raya budak-budak tu belum lagi dibeli. Dok tunggu Kak Long balik nak pergi sekali semua. Letihnya tak payah cakaplah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116097341319716815?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116097341319716815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116097341319716815&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116097341319716815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116097341319716815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/berbuka-di-dengkil.html' title='Berbuka Di Dengkil'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116070006789501324</id><published>2006-10-13T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:41:07.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri 1427H</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/904/1600/kadraya1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6896/904/320/kadraya1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat mempertingkatkan ibadah di akhir Ramadhan 1427&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Menyambut Hari Raya Aidilfitri 1427&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika ada salah dan silap&lt;br /&gt;AuntyN mohon keampunan dari hati yang ikhlas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116070006789501324?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116070006789501324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116070006789501324&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116070006789501324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116070006789501324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri-1427h.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri 1427H'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-116009900634954978</id><published>2006-10-06T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T09:43:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was away from the office for the last 2 days. I went for a training course with PS. Maybe to some it is not understandable why with the company is about to close down, we were so keen on going for training. Well, I am helping the company to reduce the company money in the HRDF. If not utilised, the company cannot re-claim the money. So what other ways to do but to go for training. (Read : The training can be usedby me if I decide to become a consultant later on ) Of course, training is always associated with lavish meals. There are usually morning and afternoon tea breaks and a lunch. So since I was fasting, the training provider gave me Tesco shopping voucher instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have known the training provider since 1994. On and off we had used them to provide training for the employees, from my first company till now. Some of the trainers/consultants had become my friends over the years. One of them is Christina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't seen Christina for some time, over the years, we changed, and shamefully I had forgotten how she looks like. So when she met us during the break, she said we (PS and I) look familiar (luckily she forgotten me as well hehehe). I asked whether Christina was still around and she said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Is Christina is still around? " Mock surprise tone. " I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; Christina"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"sorry, so very  sorry" I said, " I didn't recognise you, you look different, did you have a plastic surgery or something. You look so young". Hehehe, Of course lah, need to cover maaa. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" Ya lah, plastic surgery lorr, that's why I look different now, hahaha" Luckily she is sporting enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later during the class, the trainer Joyce asked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joyce : "N, were you from LT Sdn Bhd, before?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : " Yes, why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joyce : " Christina was asking whether you were from that company and she was telling me that you gave birth 2 days after you finished the course ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joyce was asking for confirmation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : " Yes, that was me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At lunch, while Joyce and the other participants went to lunch I had a chat with Christina reminescing over old times and friends. Of course the story came out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christina :" I used to tell your story in my other trianing classes. I told them that we had a lady pregnant at full term during one of the training. We finished the course on Friday, she gave birth on Sunday " I should ask for a royalty for this right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : "Yes, Joyce was asking me just now, I said, when you asked me then, when I was due, I said next week."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christina : "No, no, I still remember your exact words. You said, if I tell you when I am due, you all will be worried".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : "If I am not mistaken, you pestered me again and I did tell you all. You and Linda's reaction was " why so fast?""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : " My answered was, "What Fast!, I had been carrying the baby for 9 months already" "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, that baby is 12 years old already. Yes, I was full term pregnant with Syia when I was scheduled for the Lead Assessor's training. It was a 5 days training, with live audit conducted at their client's premise. The training was in Penang Island, I was driving to and from home to the training place. I had to use the ferry and training usually finished at after 8.00 pm. It was interesting  and but rather hectic for a pregnant mom in her last trimester. Unknowing to me, they had a little contigency plan on their own during the mock audit,  just in case I decided to gave birth during that time :-), although I didn't see an ambulance witing the compound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went back to the office on Saturday ( we were working 5 and 1/2 days at that time, Saturday was half day). I wanted to clear my stuff before the maternity leave. On Sunday, Syia was eager to come out into the world. It was the labour day, 1st of May 1994. Although it was a quality training, Syia was borned feet first, against the normalcy of birth. Yes, she was breached, but Alhamdulillah it was a normal delivery, no suction, no forcept, not ceaserian. Perhaps she just refused to conform to normal rules I guessed, hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let see if I can get more training before we leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-116009900634954978?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116009900634954978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=116009900634954978&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116009900634954978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/116009900634954978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115975431890681913</id><published>2006-10-02T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:40:03.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabtu 8.15 pagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anak-anak sudah ku hantar ke sekolah masing-masing. Ada kelas gantian sebab nak cuti raya awal. Adik S dah sampai untuk jemput mak bawak pergi mengurut. Jadi sunyi sepi rumah kami tinggal kami berdua saja tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aku : "Sunyi sepi dah rumah kita ni, tinggai kita dua orang saja ni."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hubby : " Tu lah. Esok-esok bila kita dah tua jadi macam ni lah. Sunyi sajalah, kalau tak kawin lain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aku : " Aiiit, kawin lain? Sapa nak kawin lain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teringin lah tu kut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hubby : " Mana tau kut You kawin lain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aku : "Macam mana pulak I nak kawin lain. &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; tak tau lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hubby diam, senyum saja. Dia menyakatlah tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabtu 9.00 pagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kami dah siap sedia nak pergi pasar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aku : " Kalau tak posa boleh pekena teh tarik no?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hubby : " Dengan nasik lemak ka, roti canai ka no?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hubby : " Ni dah tak dak orang, best kalau ro........ ni"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aku : "HAHAHAHA, posa lah bang oii"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apa kena orang tua ni, kopi 5 dalam 1 tu dah lama tak minum ni, hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabtu 4.00 petang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hubby dah siap nak pergi Ipoh dengan abang D sepupu dia. Dah cakap dengan aku dari petang Jumaat lagi dah. Mula kata nak pakai baju Melayu dengan sampin (katanya majlis formal). Tapi dia tak pakai terus, dia pakai baju batik. Baju Melayu dia bawak sekali. Tak pulak tanya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N, mana butang baju melayu aku daaaa.. ala P Ramlee tu hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah dia pergi aku OK sajalah, masak ala kadar aja makan untuk berbuka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabtu 8.30 malam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku online kejap. Ada &lt;a href="http://joeperantau.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orang&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;tegur kat YM,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orang tu : "AN, ni online sambil pakai telekung lah ni? " Ikon gelak guling-guling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku : "Haah lerr" Ikon senyum lebar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah lama tak buat kerja macam tu, online sambil pakai telekung tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabtu 12 tengah malam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku dah mula sangsi, hubby tak balik lagi. Aku dah siap solat terawikh, dah siap jahit 3 cadar katil bujang dah, tengah jahit sarung bantal pertama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Aku : "Mana pulak dia ni awat lambat ni"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nak tidor tak boleh sebab aku teringat dia naik kereta aku, kunci rumah dia tak bawak. Kang aku tertido mati jenuh dia nak ketuk pintu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dalam fikiran dah mula datang macam-macam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Isyyy, tak kan dia tadi bagi hint kat aku pasai kawin lain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Tak kan lah kut, kalau nak buat hal, sure dari dulu dah buat kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tenangkan perasaan lah tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahad 1.00 pagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku telefon handfon hubby. Dah tak tahan dah ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aku : " Bang, kat mana ni? Awat lambat?"&lt;/span&gt; Terus tanya dalam fon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hubby : " Dah nak sampai dah, baru hantaq abang D kat rumah dia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aku : " OK, OK"&lt;/span&gt; Letak fon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tak lama hubby sampai balik, Alhamdulillah selamat. Dia cerita jumpa dengan sepupu dia kat Ipoh tu, terus pergi rumah diorang. Siap diorang si Y (sepupu hubby) dan isteri dia kirim salam kat aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku tido pun tak berapa nyenyak, macam-macam mimpi yang tak berapa elok malam tu. Bangun sahur pun bengong saja sebab tak cukup tidor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahad 10.30 pagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abang D datang dengan anak dia, sebab hubby janji nak bagi mercun dan bunga api. Katanya, anak abang D dok pester, suruh beli mercun upah dia puasa tahun ni. Hubby suruh datang ambik kat rumah sebab tahun lepas anak sedara hubby ada bagi kat kami, anak-anak kami tak main pun. Dah besar-besar semuanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Abang D : "N, sorrylah semalam Z terlambat balik"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aku : "Tak apa abang, cuma dia tak bawak kunci rumah saja tu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sambung lagi sambil senyum-senyum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Abang D : "Terimakasih lah sebab bagi Z temankan abang D semalam, jadi saksi abang D goncang tangan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aiit, apa abang D ni, goncang tangan sapa pulak ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abang D : " Goncang tangan Pak Long" Hehehe, dia gelak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pak Long tu bapak sedara diorang yang turun dari KL, diorang pergi berbuka bersama dia lah malam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aku : " Ya, lah, risau jugak semalam, dah bawak baju Melayu lagi tu"&lt;/span&gt; Konon nak buat lawak aku ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abang D cerita semua peristiwa malam tu, yang konsisten dengan cerita hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kena buang jauh-jauh sajalah, perasaan curiga aku ni kan.....Tak baik puasa-puasa ni kan? :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115975431890681913?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115975431890681913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115975431890681913&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115975431890681913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115975431890681913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/curiga.html' title='Curiga'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115940800609328999</id><published>2006-09-28T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:30:35.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminggu Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah dekat nak seminggu dah kita masuk bulan Ramadhan ni kan? Rasanya baru semalam baru aku rasa organise sikit, tak kelam kabut sangat. Maklumlah tahun ni kami berpuasa aku buat semua kerja tanpa bibik. Alhamdulillah anak-anak aku memang boleh di harap. Tak lah terlalu letih jadinya. Dah bagi duty roster siapa buat apa masa petang tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Long sampai balik dari kampus hari Jumaat malam. Dia balik dengan anak sedara aku, dua-dua nak sambut awal Ramadhan kat rumah. Lagipun kelas dah kurang sebab exam dah dekat, boleh lah diorang duduk rumah sampai Isnin. Dapatlah berpuasa dan berbuka bersama keluarga, walaupun cuma 1 hari. Cuma Ida anak sedara aku tu, mak bapak dia (kakak aku &amp; abang ipar) sekarang bertugas di Sabah, bila dia balik sini dia bersama kakak-kakak dan adik-adik sajalah. Selalu jugak dia balik walaupun mak bapak dia tak de sini tu. Jadi beranilah Kak Long nak balik sebab berdua dengan sepupu dia tu naik bas dari MMU ke Butterworth. Aku ambik diorang kat stesyen dan hantar Ida ke rumah dia lepas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari pertama tu, masa sahur aku bangun awal sangat, Pukul 3 aku dah bangun. Sediakan makanan apa yang patut untuk bersahur. Dekat pukul 5 baru aku kejut semua bangun bersahur. Hari mula berpuasa tu jugak aku bawak Kak Long dan adik-adik ke Carrefour untuk beli barang keperluan. Kak Long nak beli T-shirt sebab katanya T-shirt dia banyak yang dah lusuh. Aku tahu Kak Long suka bergedil, asyik dok sebut je tu yang dah lama tak makan bergedil, jadi aku pun beli bahan-bahan nak buat bergedil sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila jumpa tepung muffin kat Carrefour aku pun ambik 2 bungkus nak try buat kat rumah. Aku cakap dengan budak-budak tu yang diorang yang kena buat muffin tu, diorang kata OK. Balik rumah Ayin dengan Syia yang buat bancuhan dan masukkan dalam cup-cake tu. Aku ikut je lah instruction untuk bakar muffin tu, tapi mula tu nampak naik elok cuma terlambat sikit angkatnya muffin tu terus aja jadi hitam. Hehehe, bolehlah kalau nak makan kalau dibuang "kepala" yang hitam tu, masih sedap lagilah muffin tu cuma rupa tak cantik. Ayin mula tu suruh aku ambik gambar bubuh kat blog. Aku cakap suruh Kak Long ambik gambar muffin yang hitam tu, hehehe, Ayin protes lah. Dia kata kat aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ambik gambar yang elok lah Mama, mama kena tunjukkan anak mama ni "pandai" sikit bukan tunjuk kami tak pandai".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, nak suruh aku promote diorang lah tu agaknya tu. Nantilah bila muffin tu menjadi, lawa-lawa aku ambik gambar taruh kan blog :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun Kak Long balik nak berpuasa dengan kami, hari pertama dia tak puasa pun. Dia bukan main lagi lah jadi taster untuk masakan dan minuma hari tu. Dia yang volunteer sendiri untuk jadi taster tu hehehe, Much to the annoyance of Ayin, hehehe. Tapi best lah at least makanan semua tip-top lah rasanya hari tu. Meriah suasana berbuka tu bila semua dapat berkumpul macam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semasa aku tak de di rumah tu, adik bongsu aku H datang ke rumah. Angah yang tak ikut kami ke Carrefour (sebab dia dah keluar hari Sabtu tu, jadi dia kena jadi penunggu maktok lah), siap cerita kat kami yang maksu dia cakap baju raya kat Sunga Petani murah2 belaka. Sabo je lah adik ipar aku tu. Baru sehari puasa dah nak beli baju raya. Adik S aku pun sama, sebelum puasa dia dah ke sana kemari dengan adik ipar bongsu kami (Su) tu menjenguk kedai.  Hari tu dia pun ada cakap yang dia (S), kakak ipar aku pergi Kamdar dengan Su. Diorang beli langsir. Selalu sangat dengar diorang ni tukar langsir. Aku rasanya 5 tahun sekali baru aku tukar baru. Naik jemu dah tengok langsir yang hampir pudar tu, baru aku tukar. Entah lah apa pasal diorang suka sangat tukar tu akupun tak tau. Tapi mungkin aku sebab aku jahit sendiri kut tu yang jadi lembab sikit nak tukar tu kan. (Actually, nak cover yang aku ni kedekut kut hehehe). Tapi aku pun apa kurangnya, semalam aku mengulor lah jugak pergi beli kain nak buat cadar hehe. Pandai je lah aku nak mengata orang tu kan....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbalik pada baju raya yang murah tu, kata Angah, maksu diorang tu cakap sepasang RM28 sahaja sepasang baju kurung. Ayin bukan main lagi teruja dengar murah macam tu. Kata Ayin boleh lah beli 2 pasang tahun ni. Baru je RM56 kata dia. Tiga pasang pun boleh kata dia. Amboi budak ni, tak tahu menahu mak dia mungkin nak kena berenti kerja lepas ni nak baju berpasang-pasang pulak. Kut nanti tahun ni berfoya-foya, tahun depan menyorok dalam rumah je sebab baju raya tak berganti tu kan. InsyaAllah tak lah sampai macam tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tahun ni kami berbuka anak beranak dengan mak sajalah. Tahun lepas 2 orang anak sedara aku yang duduk kat rumah mak aku tu sama bibik ada sekali. Kak Long pun cuti masa bulan puasa tu, tapi tahun ni, anak2 sedara dah pindah rumah lain, bibik dah balik Indon, Kak Long nanti lagi 2 minggu baru cuti. Rutin biasa hubby yang beli juadah berbuka. Aku masak sikit2 je, hubby suka bermacam jenis. Jadi aku biarkan dia saja yang beli tu, aku langsung tak jejak pasar Ramadhan pun. Isteri mithali lah ni kan hehe. Kat rumah masak air, bancuh air, masak nasi, kadang2 masak sayur, goreng ikan atau telur je lah. Tu pun dah banyak yang tak habis, tapi aku nampak tahun ni hubby dah pandai kurangkan sikit kuantiti juadah yang dia beli. Aku dok pesan jugak jangan beli banyak jenis lauk tak termakan dek anak-anak semua tu dah. Makin gemuklah kucing-kucing aku tu nanti masa bulan puasa ni, nampaknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas berbuka 2, 3 malam lepas aku tertido dah sementara nak tunggu isyak, terbangun pun dah pukul 4.30 pagi sebab tak pasang alarm, tunggang langgang jugak lah panaskan makanan untuk sahur. Nasib baik hubby tolong sama. Mana lah aku tak penat dan mengantuk, lepas sahur memang aku dah tak tidor dah, sempatlah aku gosok baju, ampai baju sebagai sebelum datang kerja tu. Dah tu aku jugak memghantar anak2 ke sekolah, hubby dah demam dia balik dah. Kata dia sejuk sangat kat ofis. Nasib baik tak payah buat breakfast untuk mak macam selalu tu. Jadi tak lah aku kelam kabut macam hari-hari biasa tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ni dah hampir seminggu Ramadhan ni aku masih belum nampak mesjid untuk bertarawih lagi ni. Isyy entah bila lah aku nak start entahlah, mana tak nya, tak sampai pukul 9 dah lelap dah. Anak-anak dok sound setiap malam dok tanya bila nak pergi tarawih tu. Tengoklah weekend ni aku nak try start pergi mesjid tu. Kalau kat rumah tu rasa malas saja nak buat sendiri tu. Isyyy, ni kena ringgankan sikit bont*t ni, kalau tak sure melepas tarawih tahun ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115940800609328999?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115940800609328999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115940800609328999&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115940800609328999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115940800609328999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/seminggu-ramadhan.html' title='Seminggu Ramadhan'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115924256834197068</id><published>2006-09-26T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:42:30.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merancang atau Berangan ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ni yang aku seronok cerita kat blog ni, ramai yang bagi semangat dan pandangan. Terimakasih untuk semua yang ambik kisah (orang utara kata kisah, orang lain mungkin kata ambik peduli, concern gitu) pada aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib aku ni tak seburuk mana pun, walau aku akan kehilangan pekerjaan dan saraan bulanan aku ni, tapi masih jauh lebih baik dari nasib orang lain. Aku ada hubby yang bekerja, aku mungkin akan dapat pampasan, aku jugak tahu perkara ni dah lama dah, jadi sempat aku merancang macam mana nak hadapi hidup di hari2 yang mendatang. Ada chance aku evaluate apa yang patut aku buat masa dah kena berenti tu nanti. Memanglah aku pun tahu nothing is permananent, lambat laun aku kena jugak berenti kerja sebab umur dah sampai untuk bersara. Tak kan nak kerja sampai nyanyuk ye tak? Sapa pun tak mau dah masa tu hehe. Menyusahkan orang je bukan produktif pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situasi ni pun bukan pertama kali jadi kat aku. Masa dulu tu lagi teruk, aku baru masuk company tu tak sampai setahun pun, tiba-tiba ekonomi negara jadi gawat, industri pembinaan teruk terjejas. Contractor yang besar-besar saja yang survive masa tu. Masa tu memang lah aku tak boleh nak harapkan pampasan pun. Kalau dapat pun macam dapat bonus je lah. Lekat celah gigi bak kata orang kan hehe. Alhamdulillah, masa aku dok termenung dok fikir mana tempat nak cari kerja masa tu, kawan aku Sue telefon aku nak rekomenkan kerja kat kilang yang dia kerja tu. Cepat-cepatlah aku pergi interview masa tu. Dapat pulak tu kerja tu, walaupun aku hanya bertahan di kilang tu selama 1 tahun saja. Tapi pengalaman 1 tahun tu menjadi batu loncatan kepada something better, iaitu kerja aku sekarang ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dalam masa 1 tahun kebelakangan ni aku ada berfikir cara yang terbaik untuk aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Nak cari kerja lain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau aku nak cari kerja lain, pada usia aku yang dah nak masuk setengah abad ni, tak ada company yang nak ambik aku bekerja lagi dah. Nak jadi cleaner kat mall pun sapa pun tak nak. Terhegeh-hegeh makcik sorang ni nak kerja tu nanti kan, lepas tu nanti mula pulak nak complain sakit lutut lah, sakit pinggang lah kann.. Hehehehe. Nanti ada pulak yang suruh aku balik, duduk rumah jaga cucu, kan ke malu jadinya. Nak katakan cucu, menantu pun aku tak ada lagi, boyfriend kak long pun aku tak pernah nampak lagi pun. Camna nak duduk rumah jaga cucu ekk? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lagipun aku ni kan a pen-pusher all my working life, duduk dalam air-cond lapan jam sehari, mana lah sesuai nak kerja macam tu pulak kan. Amboi!!, memilih sangat pulak dah aku ni kan? Tak lah memilih tapi kalau dah terdesak mesti kena buat apa pun kan untuk mencari rezeki. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pada dasarnya, kerana aku dah lebih 40 tahun ni akan menjadi lebih susah untuk aku mencari pekerjaan yang bersesuaian dengan umur, pengalaman dan jawatan aku sekarang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Nak buka bisnes sendiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku terfikir jugaklah, kalau aku dapat pampasan tu boleh jugak aku buka bisnes sendiri. Tapi bisnes apa ek? Nak buka kedai makan, berlambak kedai makan kat tempat aku ni. Kena cari tempat yang strategik dan makanan yang dijual mesti kena sedap dan consistent. Macam kita makan fast food tu, walau tak sedap tapi sentiasa consistent qualitynya. Kata survey, McDonald's strength adalah pada consistency, kat mana cawangan McD pun kita makan burgernya rasa serupa, servise time dia juga serupa. Kalau buka kedai makan cara nasi kampung ni kalau tukang masak lari mulalah nak berubah rasa. Nak bukak fast food join ni kena jadi franchisee lah pulak. Mana-manalah kalau ada rezeki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ada jugaklah aku tinjau-tinjau on-line business. Aku ingat mula tu on-line business tu scam orang nak cepat kaya. Rupanya online business ni kena ada product yang nak di jual, cuma yang diorang jual melalui internet. Ada jugak dah orang jadi jutawan melalui internet business ni. Tapi aku tak pulak ada produk nak jual melalui internet, nak juai apa ekk? kalau ada product nak jual melaui internet tu modal memang lah kecil, tak payah daftar syarikut boleh jual barang kat internet tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau off-line business, ni memang banyak peluanglah. Macam-macam produk dan servis kita boleh buat. Aku pun ada jugak tinjau-tinjau mana mana tempat boleh cari modal. Kut-kut lah nanti tak cukup modal nak buat business tu. VSS yang company nak bagi pun bukan boleh buat aku jadi millionaire pun, jadi kena jugak cari sponsor modal dan sebagai. Banyak rupanya agensi kerajaan yang boleh tolong. Sambil diorang bagi modal tu diorang pun ada buat pemantauan, jadi kalau kita kerja kuat dan ikut tunjuk ajar diorang tu, aku rasa lah InsyaAllah boleh lah jalan business tu. Tapi aku ni masih jugaklah tak ada idea apa businessa ku nak buat ni. Nak kena buat survey sikit-sikit lagi nak tengok apa niche market yang aku boleh masuk tu. Nak kembangkan sikit minda aku ni. Tak nak lah bila tengok mini market sebelah rumah tu nampak maju aku pun nak join buka mini market jugak tu kan. Kalau ada tanah berkar-ekar boleh jugak buat tanaman sayur ka atau ternakan apa-apa. Ni tanah tapak rumah saja yang aku ada buat masa ni Apa-apa pun rasanya aku nak try sikit2 kerja sendiri tu. kalau nanti aku tak larat dah, mungkin anak-anak boleh take over kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Nak jadi consultant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku ada 3 orang kawan yang ada consultantcy. 2 China, sorang Sikh. Dengan Tony dan Leong ni aku memang biasa sangatlah. Jadi masa aku dok sembang-sembang dengan diorang pasal kemungkinan aku ni akan berenti kerja hujung tahun ni, ada lah diorang cadangkan aku join diorang. Tony dah siap telefon aku minggu lepas. Dengan Leong aku dah lama cakap aku cuma aku tak berani nak commit time aku sebab masih dok kerja lagi. Takut ada conflict of interest jugak.Alhamdulillah, jugak aku ada connection dengan diorang ni. Cuma aku cakap dengan Tony aku nak buat freelance/part time dengan dia. Sebab aku mungkin tak dapat tumpukan full time masa aku dengan dia dalam 1 tahun ni takut-takut company tak nak release aku lagi sampai selesai integration process tu. InsyaAllah macam mana pun aku akan tetap cari dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorang lagi consultant tu adalah financial consultant. Aku kena belajar semula, ambik partime course untuk jadi certified financial consultant. Otak aku pun dah lama tak belajar ni agaknya dah berkarat dah agaknya, entah tak masuk lagi dah semua2 jargon-jargon tu. Takut kantoi pulak lah tu. Walaupun aku tak lah 100% reject idea tu tapi aku simpan je lah dalam memori aku ni. Kalau aku rasa aku nak cuba something totally new mungkin aku buat lah. It's an option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Nak jadi full time housewife &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rasanya ini yang paling best sekali. Kalau hubby boleh tanggung kehidupan kami anak beranak tanpa memerlukan aku bekerja, sure aku dah berenti kerja jadi full time housewife. Tapi aku ni jenis tak reti nak duduk rumah buat kerja rumah sepanjang hari. Aku rasa mesti aku akan selalu kelahi dengan hubby. Korang tak percaya? Mestilah makin panjang muncung hubby tu, makin lama lah pulak rajuk dia tu. Mana tak nya, dia sure expect aku jadi full time housewife yang masak sedap-sedap hari2, pakai lawa2 tunggu dia balik kat muka pintu, ambik beg dia, makan dan minum dia tersedia atas meja setiap masa dia balik nak makan. Isyy aku tak pernah buat sampai macam tu selama ni. Memanglah aku masak, siapkan makanan, tunggu dia makan tapi kadang-kadang tu hubby ambik sendiri air, ceduk nasi sendiri jugak. Tu yang aku selalu rasa bersalah kalau baca blog full time housewife, aku rasa aku memang tak terdaya nak buat macam diorang tu. Pecah rahsia aku ekk? :-). Kang nanti dia balik tengok aku dok asyik beronline saja, dengan muka sebam macam masa dia nak pergi kerja tadi tu, tak ke asyik nak kena sound je lah nanti tu kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi mesti seronok duduk rumah tak payah lagi nak join orang rush nak pergi kerja setiap pagi, tak payah nak ingat apa nak pakai masa nak pergi kerja, nak rush to meet the dateline. Dateline kat rumah aku sendiri yang set. Boleh jugak aku belajar ugama sikit sebanyak untuk improvekan ilmu aku kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Nak buka kelas tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baru ni kat paper kan ada cerita cikgu tuisyen lumayan pendapatan diorang tu kan? Aku pun pernah ajar budak2 kampung English tahun lepas. tahun ni sebab tak ada maid aku tak buka kelas tuisyen tu. Boleh jugak aku dapat pendapatan dari kelas tu kan? Tapi.......malangnya aku ni kalau buka kelas tuisyen agaknya aku bukan dapat pendapatan lumaya, tapi rugi kut. Sebabnya aku kesian tengok budak-budak kampung tu. Jadinya nanti kalau diorang tak bayar pun aku tak kisah, habis camna? Yang ni kalau aku ada masa lapang aku mungkin buat sebagai satu amal jariah je lah kut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah tengok apa yang aku dok berangan tu, rupanya aku ni banyak songeh jugak lah ni. Tak tau lah mana yang nak jadi ni, mintak-mintak salah satu tu berhasil lah jugak. Walau apa pun aku kena jugak usahakan sesuatu dalam masa 1 tahun yang akan datang ni. Kena buat macam &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokontan.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tj &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kata plan with Fun with the capital F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115924256834197068?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115924256834197068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115924256834197068&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115924256834197068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115924256834197068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/merancang-atau-berangan.html' title='Merancang atau Berangan ?'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115891969501622741</id><published>2006-09-22T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:15:14.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining or the End ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually I do not know how to write this entry. I have been thinking about writing it down, but I do not want to be mistaken that I am whining about my current situation. Because for sure, I am not in the worst case scenario. I am a lot luckier than many of the people around the world. But then the emotional impact of what is about to happen to me and my colleagues, can't be hidden. I feel it not just for me but to most of my subbordinates. I am not asking to be pitied, I not asking to be judged, I am writing this just to let off steam and in doing so maybe I would feel better and not remorseful and full of self pity. I have no regrets, because I believe in takdir, qada and qadar from Allah. The rezeki HE bestows upon me have been plentiful and I am forever trying to count my blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have just completed a list of people who would be redundant and who would in high probability be integrated into a new company. I am one of those in the redundant list. I have made myself redundant and write myself off the company list of employees. Stupid me? Maybe, but, there is no way that I could protect myself and for sure I think this is the best action I could have taken. But then again, if my rezeki is still within this company I may be asked to stay. This is a splinter of hope there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end of last year, we were told that the corporate company in the head office is merging with another company. As per the Malaysian operation is a Joint Venture, the proper integration could not happened until the local shareholders agree to the integration. We waited in apprehension for the last 9 months. Suddently, at the beginning of this month a directive had been given on the integration timelines. That was why I was suddently been bogged down with lots of meeting and work. The first dateline is at the end of this month. All the managers were asked to prepare a list of names for the redundancy package. The new company wanted to see how many they would need to offer employment. Many things are still unsure, but only a portion of the operation under my care would be retained in the factory. So in the end there would be very few people left in a huge factory space. The new company's set up is different from our set-up so much so that I have to break up my operations to suit the new organisation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With the integration, eventually the current company will ceast to exist. Those who are redudant would be given a seperation package. Those who are offered employement in the new company will not be given the package. But they will not loose their years of services when they entered the new company with a new terms and conditions. But the seniority is maintained. Although I have put myself in the redundancy list, it is still subject to approval, as always many company is not really willing to pay off the senior managers unless they have too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The package won't make me an instant millonaire. With still debts to pay, I may need to plan really hard how to continue earning a living. For sure I can't retire and become a full time housewife just yet. Although I wish I could. There will be new adventure for me if things turn out that way for me. I have thought about doing a small business but then again what do I know about starting a business? Almost nil. It is not an easy thing to do. A lot of things to learn, a lot of things to be considered. When you are working, the time you spent at the office are mostly structured. But when you do your own business, you need to work harder to be successful or at least to break even. It would be a new paradigm for me where it would mean that I would have to start from the very basic. Although time may be your own, but sometimes may not agree with the time that you want to spend with your family etc. You may even have to work week-end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emotionally, it was nerve wrecking for me. It is hard for me to make decisions for me as well for my other staffs. It is dificult for me to decide on the livelihood of other people. There are factors to consider, most of them are scared that they will loose the chance for compensation if they accept the employment with the new company. They are scared that some of the benefit would also be lost once they agree to be integrated. Being one of the management teams, I have to think both ways, trying to balance. The stress was so high yesterday, that I almost broke down and cry as I was driving back home. I spent my night praying and doa for Allah to give me the peace of mind today to complete the first task. After this it would be easier, I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I will end my ramblings here. I have just scrap-off the surface on this issue. With Ramadhan is looming near, I would like to wish every Muslim readers/bloggers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan Al-Mubarak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope this Ramadhan would bring a new light for a new and brighter begining to all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115891969501622741?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115891969501622741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115891969501622741&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115891969501622741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115891969501622741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/begining-or-end.html' title='The Begining or the End ?'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115864068281683955</id><published>2006-09-19T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:40:42.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sejak 2 minggu kebelakangan ni aku sibuk sesangat. Dah 3 kali aku ke KL pasal kerja dalam masa 2 minggu lalu. Esok pun nak kena turun jugak. Tapi balik hari saja lah. Tak tentu sempat tak nak jenguk Kak Long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 minggu lepas masa aku ke KL tu, adalah kena hujan sikit-sikit. Masa Dalam perjalanan ke KL memang hujan lebat, balik pun sama. Office KL aircondnya sejuk sampai ke tulang, jadi aku pun lupa nak minum air banyak-banyak, takut asyik nak kencing saja nanti tu. Jadi Bila balik dari KL minggu tu aku dah rasa macam tekat aku perit sangat. Tak apa lagi lah masa weekend tu rasa masih OK lagi. Isnin lepas aku kena ke KL lagi. Hubby minggu lepas berkursus di Lembah Kelang selama 4 hari. Isnin tu hubby seawal 3 pagi dah bertolak dengan kereta ke KL bertemankan Kak Long yang ikut aku balik Jumaat minggu sebelumnya. Aku naik flight bersama 3 orang colleague aku sebab meeting kami pada petang Isnin. Selasa, malam aku dah mula seram sejuk. Berselimutkan 3 helai gebar pun aku masih terasa sejuk dan menggeletar seluruh badan. Rabu aku datang kerja jugak sebab, minggu-minggu mendatang kami menjadi terlalu sibuk untuk mengatur langkah-langkah terakhir untuk menuju suatu perubahan yang besar dalam syarikat ini. Dateline kami terlalu singkat dan aggressive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hampir petang aku dah dapat email, esoknya (Khamis) kena ke KL lagi. dengan badan yang kurang sihat aku terpaksa jugak mengambil flight ke KL. Aku terpaksa suruh anak-anak ke sekolah sendiri dan aku naik teksi ke airport. Nak elakkan dari kesejukkan aku terpaksa pakai sehelai t-shirt berlengan panjang di bawah baju kurung. Masa meeting tu pun aku kena pinjam windbreaker office mate kat KL tu. Baru tak terasa sejuk sangat. Dari pagi sampai malam aku asyik makan sup saja lah. Pagi Kaoytiew sup, tengah hari mushroom soup, malam tu aku order chicken soup, tapi yang aku dapat tomyam soup. Langsung aku tak boleh nak habiskan, macam nak terbakar tekak aku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku balik dengan hubby sebab dia habis kursus hari Khamis jugak, cuma dia dapat travelling day hari Jumaat. Sepatutnya aku temankan dia boleh lah kami tukar-tukar driver bila penat. Tapi aku memang tak terdaya nak memandu malam tu. Jadinya, all the way aku asyik tidur saja. Hubby pulak terpaksa kena drive sorang-sorang. Kami sampai rumah pukul 5 pagi setelah beberapa kali berhenti sebab hubby terlalu letih dan mengantuk. Kesian kat dia. Hari Jumaat aku kena jugak datang ofis sebab nak delegate kerja (nasib baik boleh delegate no :-) ) Lepas tu aku pergi ambik MC dan teruk balik tidur. Over the weekend tidur sajalah kerja aku. Masak pun aku delegate jugak pada Ayin. Nasib baik Ayin boleh di harap untuk masak lauk. Yang lain boleh tolong masak nasik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Sunday, hubby pulak demam. Aku masih lagi batuk-batuk, dan suara serak macam itik nila hehehe. Hubby dah 2 hari tak ke ofis. Nak bangun pun tak daya, makan pun tak ada selera. Badan lenguh-lenguh agaknya sebab drive sorang-sorang malam tu. Alhamdulillah, anak-anak tak demam dan pandai pulak bawak diri sendiri. Ayin ke sekolah naik bas, Syia naik basikal, Angah jalan kaki. Kalau hari lain tu diorang ni kami hantar ke sekolah naik kereta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To KAK LONG - Happy 19th birthday. Enjoy your last birthday as a teenager. Next year dah masuk umur ke-20 dah. Grow to be a beautiful person that you are. All our love is with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115864068281683955?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115864068281683955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115864068281683955&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115864068281683955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115864068281683955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/demam.html' title='Demam'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115805893527911788</id><published>2006-09-12T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:03:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11 Sept setiap tahun sejak 5 tahun dulu, Americans mengingati keruntuhan PWTC di New York City. 10 September pulak aku dan keluarga akan mengingati kembalinya ayah ke Rahmatullah sejak 2 tahun dulu. Sebenarnya, setiap tahun pada hari bapa, aku terasa nak tulis sesuatu mengenai ayah, tapi terlalu banyak negative thoughts terhadap ayah pada masa itu sampai aku tak jadi nak tulis pasal ayah. Buat apa aku menulis benda yang negatif sedangkan ayah sudah tak ada, lebih baik aku doakan dia bahagia di alam barzakh. Itu lebih afdal dan lebih memberi manfaat kepada arwah ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila aku baca blog-blog yang menulis pasal ayah atau suami mereka, lama kelamaan aku dapat rasakan yang sebenarnya ayah bukanlah yang terburuk perangainya. Ayah aku tidak pernah lari dari tanggungjawab dia membesarkan kami anak-anak dia. Mungkin komunikasi kami dengan dia tidak berapa elok, walaupun kami tak pernah dibelai dan dimanja sebagai anak, namun ayah sentiasa ada bersama kami. Walau dia punya isteri yang lain, dia tidak pernah menceraikan mak aku, atau meninggalkan kami anak beranak terkonteng-konteng tanpa ayah. Aku pernah mendengar mak mendesak ayah menceraikannya bila terbukti ayah kawin lain, Namun dengan nada yang marah, ayah tetap berkata "Aku tak ceraikan" mak. Ada ayah yang lebih teruk dari dia. Cuma agaknya aku yang terlalu berharap dia menjadi seorang ayah yang penyayang, yang aku boleh bermanja, yang beri tunjuk ajar pada aku tentang hidup. Macam jadi role model yang baik gitu lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa muda ayah seorang yang agak "nakal". Bukan maksud ayah seorang yang ganas, atau makan anak sendiri, Tidak, bukan macam tu. Cuma ayah ni, dulu-dulu langsung tak ambil berat tentang ugama. Susah aku nak tengok dia solat, masa aku nak masuk asrama pun, dia ajar aku cara solat hanya dengan teori saja, beritahu aku kat mana baca Fatihah, kat mana baca itu dan ini. Dia ajar bacaan yang wajib saja. Jadi aku masa aku masuk asrama baru aku mula sembahyang itupun belajar sendiri tanya kawan-kawan dan ikut gerak-geri kawan-kawan.Aku terpaksa berterus terang dengan kawan rapat aku yang aku tak pandai sembahyang dan mintak diajarkan. Ayah selalu tak duduk rumah lepas dia balik dari mengajar. Dia akan bersama kawan-kawan Cina dia di pekan kecil dekat rumah kami. Aku pun tak tahu apa dia buat kat sana. Cuma duit gaji tak pernah cukup, dengan anak yang ramai, duit belanja dapur selalu tak diberi pada mak. Selalu sangat kami adik beradik mendengar pertengkaran dan perkelahian mak dan ayah. Nak masuk campur tak boleh, nak tengok saja tak sampai hati. Apa boleh buat, nangis sajalah. Sampai sekarang pun mak masih ingat apa yang ayah lakukan pada dia. Kadang-kadang dia akan menangis tersedu-sedu ingatkan peristiwa lama. Jenuh mak nasihatkan ayah untuk lebih prihatin pada ugama, selalunya dimarahi oleh ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbagai cara mak cuba menarik ayah untuk menukar haluan hidup kepada ketakwaan. Mula-mula tu memang asyik kena maki hamun sajalah. Mak simpan duit yang dia ambik sedikit-sedikit dari ayah (tanpa pengetahuan ayah) untuk ke Mekah, tujuan mak untuk ajak ayah sekali, namun ayah tetap menolak. Katanya rimas, sebab terlalu ramai berasak-asak di sana. Aku pun tak ingat bila ayah mula berubah, tapi akhirnya ayah berubah jugak. Agaknya kerana umur dah meningkat, rambut dah mula puteh, pencen pun dah dekat. Ada sekali aku naik sebak bila masa aku balik dari kerja aku terserempak dengan ayah yang hendak ke mesjid. Teringat aku masa-masa lampau masa ayah langsung tak nampak tikar sembahyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula dari ayah sudah mula mahu ke Mekah, sempat dia mengerjakan haji dan 3 kali mengerjakan umrah. Umrah yang penghabisan pada umurnya 70 tahun, Aku ikut sekali pergi bersama mak, ayah, abang ngah dan kak ngah. Walau di usia 70 ayah begitu gagah mengerjakan semua ibadah umrah. Tawafnya dan saeinya siap semasa aku baru nak habis pusingan ke-3. Mak pulak memang dah tak larat nak jalan, kena tawaf dan saei dengan kerusi roda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir setahun sebelum ayah meninggalkan kami, kesihatan dia mula menurun. Mula-mula dia merasa resah gelisah. Terutama bila dia masuk ke rumah dia, malam-malam dia kata dia tak boleh tidur. kami yang terpaksa membawak dia berjalan-jalan dengan kereta pada malam hari. Aku, hubby dan abang long yang banyak buat begitu. Abang Long baru saja bersara, jadi kami suruh dia ambik alih business ayah sebab ayah nampak macam tak boleh nak kerjakan business dia dah. Kami terpaksa melarang dia memandu kereta kerana beberapa kali dia lupa nak tarik hand-break masa park kereta sehingga dia terjatuh dan tangan tergesel tanah. Sekali lagi dia lupa kat mana dia dah pergi sampai kena tanya orang tempat tu kat mana. Dia panik hingga terjadi kemalangan kecil. Bila di tanya dia nak kemana, katanya dia nak ke bank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Secara fizikal memang ayah nampak sihat, dia berjalan berulang alik dari 1 KM dari rumah dia pada waktu dini hari dalam pukul 2, 3 pagi. heran kami tengok keadaan ayah. Berubat tu tak payah cakaplah, ke doktor pun sudah, ke bomoh pun sudah. Macam-macamlah usaha dia nak pulihkan keadaan dia. Kadang-kadang dalam 1 malam dia ajak pergi 2 klinik sebab katanya tadi masa kat klinik pertama tak rasa sakit. Aku rasa keaddan ayah masa tu macan helicunation (sp) disebabkan terlalu banyak mengambil ubatan. Dia jugak di sahkan mengidap TB bila dia ke hospital untuk mengambil ubatan kencing manis dan darah tingginya, dia telah batuk berdarah. Jadi bila disahkan TB (2 kali dia di tahan di hospital) semakin banyak ubatan yang dia kena telan. Aku terpaksa bawak semua ubat-ubat ayah tunjukkkan pada doktor for 2nd opinion. Lepas tu aku yang regulate dan tentukan ubat mana dia kena makan. Barulah nampak elok sedikit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dalam keadaan dia macam tu selera makan dia jugak makin elok. Tapi kami kena setiap hari bawak dia makan luar. Mak dah tak larat nak masak dan nak masak untuk 2 orang makan macam tak berbaloi. Kami bergilir2 membawa dia keluar makan, aku &amp;amp; hubby, abang long, adik-adik2 aku yang lain hingga kami dah tak tahu nak bawak dia makan kat mana. Habis semua kedai makan kami pergi. Kegemaran dia nasi ketam kat Juru tu lah. Lebih kurang sebulan sebelum ayah meninggal aku dah tak tahan dok asyik kena makan kat luar saja. Lalu aku ambik keputusan nak ajak ayah makan kat rumah aku saja. Balik kerja aku masak dan kami makan sekeluarga bersama ayah. Jadi, setiap petang hampir maghrib ayah akan berjalan dari rumah dia (300 m saja) ke rumah aku. Macam tu kami anak beranak pun dapat makan dengan lebih selesa. Ini berlarutan sehingga sehari sebelum ayah kena stroke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beberapa hari sebelum ayah menghembuskan nafas terakhir, aku tengok dia asyik termenung. Bila aku balik dari ofis aku nampak dia duduk atas tembok depan rumah aku sambil merenung lalu lintas. Agaknya dia nak tengok kawasan tu puas-puas sebelum ajalnya. Pada petang khamis 9 Sep. waktu asar, Abang Long telefon aku dengan nada cemas. Katanya ayah kata BP dia naik mendadak, dan dia kebas-kebas, abang long bawak ke klinik dan tiba-tiba, semasa menunggu doktor datang ayah collapsed. Abang Long cemas tanya aku apa nak buat, aku lantas suruh abang long bawa ayah ke hospital. Sambil memandu abang long menyuruh ayah mengucap 2 kalimah syahadah. Katanya ayah mengangguk. Tiba di hospital, ayah terus saja koma. Ayah menghembuskan nafas terakhirnya selepas tengah malam itu. Malam tu malam jumaat. Dia disemadikan sebelum solat jumaat keesokan harinya. Wajahnya nampak tenang dan macam tersenyum, agaknya dosa-dosa dia yang lalu mungkin telah Allah ampunkan. Aku harap begitulah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walaupun satu ketika dulu aku banyak ingatkan perkara negatif tentang ayah, tapi aku tidak terasa ralat atas kematian ayah kerana, aku rasa aku sudah menjalankan tanggungjawab aku sebagai anak, menjaga dia semasa dia sakit sehingga ke akhir hayat dia. Aku hanya mampu berdoa agar roh ayah di tempatkan bersama orang-orang yang Allah kasihi, dan ayah meredhai mak, sebagai isteri dia sebelum dia meninggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-fatihah untuk arwah ayah aku dan semua ayah-ayah yang telah pulang ke Rahmatullah. Semoga di cucuri rahmat ke atas roh-roh mereka. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115805893527911788?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115805893527911788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115805893527911788&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115805893527911788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115805893527911788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/ayah.html' title='Ayah'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115759875295805510</id><published>2006-09-07T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:53:26.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Binatang Berbisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tinggal kat kampung memang tak boleh lari dari binatang liar. Tambah-tambah kalau rumah kita tu banyak pokok-pokok atau buahan-buahan. Banyak binatang yang nak hinggap nak makan buah kayu tu. Kadang-kadang ada tupai yang datang makan rambutan sampai ke pintu rumah aku pun, bila dia nampak kita dia terus lari panjat pokok semula. Dulu tu pernah aku cerita pasal seekor monyet yang masuk ke dalam kawasan rumah aku sampai ke pintu belakang. Dihalau pun dia tak nak lari. Kalau ada semak-semak pun risau jugak sebab kadang-kadang ada biawak atau ular yang menyusur semak samun. Mesti ada yang buat sarang kat situ. Bila kita buang semak samun tu, selalunya terbuang sarang diorang tu, ada yang kadang-kadang mengamuk diorang dengan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa aku berumur dalam 9 atau 10 tahun dulu tu, aku tidur dekat dengan bilik mak dan ayah aku. Rumah orang dulu-dulu mana ada banyak bilik, selalunya satu je bilik kemudian tu dia punya ruang depan tu besar. Jadi bila nak tidur pandai-pandai sendiri lah nak cari korner mana atau ruang mana untuk nak hampar tilam ke lemek ke. Tiba-tiba aku terasa lengan aku sakit macam kena gigitan. Aku pun dok nangis "sakit, sakit " gitu lah. Bila di tanya sakit apa, aku tak reti nak cakap, asyik dok "sakit, sakit" je tu. Maklumlah gelap mana aku nak nampak apa yang gigit aku masa tu. ayah aku naik fed-up dengan aku langsung dia sergah, "sakit!, sakit!, penampar kang baru tahu!" Hah, baru padan muka aku kan, hehehe. So terdiamlah aku, tak berani nak mengerang lagi. Aku nangis sorang-sorang sampai pagi, Nak nangis kuat pun dah terasa takut dah, hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila bangun pagi aku tengok lengan aku ada bekas kena gigit, sampai hari ni pun ada parut dia. Aku agak aku kena gigit dengan lipan. Agaknya bila aku tidur tu lengan aku terhempap lipan yang sedang berjalan kat atas lantai tu agaknya. Rumah kami masa tu lantai papan, dan kalau orang yang lama-lama boleh ingat lantai tu selalunya bukan rapat-rapat macam lantai simen, mesti renggang lantai tu, kerana moiture dari papan tu dah mula mengering. Jadi ikut lubang-lubang lantai tu lah lipan tu masuk. Yang heran tu rumah dulu bertiang, rajin pulak lipan tu panjat tiang rumah aku tu, dia banyak kaki jadi cepatlah langkah dia tu kan hehe. Selain dari bahaya binatang berbisa tu, bahaya jugak lantai macam tu sebab beri peluang remaja-remaja nakal kampung mengintai anak dara dalam rumah orang tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas dari kejadian kena gigitan lipan tu, ada lagi kejadian yang agak ngeri jugak berlaku. Aku masa tu dalam pantang, baru melahirkan, tapi tak ingat anak yang ke berapa. Mungkin Angah atau Ayin. Masa tu ayah sudah renovate rumah buat rumah 2 tingkat. Di bawah simen, tingkat atas tu masih lah kayu. Masa dalam pantang aku tidur kat hall depan TV, atas tilam di tingkat bawah tu. Lantai simen tu di lapik dengan tikar PVC, sejuk lah rasanya. Macam biasalah, rutin aku masa dalam pantang, makan pagi, bertungku, mandi, lepas tu pakai barut lepak lah sambil tengok TV. Bayangkan lah mana lah badan tak naik masa berpantang tu, asyik makan tidur je tu. Dah ke situ pulak melalutnya aku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Satu petang, macam biasa aku tidur atas tilam tu, tangan aku sajalah aku letakkan ke atas kepala, melepasi bantal. Tiba-tiba aku terasa macam aku terpegang satu benda yang licin dan panjang gitu. Benda tu tak bergerak masa aku pegang tu. Aku pun bangun cepat-cepat dan angkat tilam bantal semua. Bayangkan lah ada seekor ular berwarna hitam tengah dok lepak sama dengan aku kat bawah tilam aku tu. Geli? Cepat-cepat aku panggil ayah aku, dia ambik buluh halaukan ular tersebut. Nasib baik masa tu baby tidur kat dalam buaian, kalau tak!!!!, Entahlah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ular ni, jangan buat main, kakak aku pernah kena patuk dengan ular. Masa tu kakak aku tinggal bersebelahan dengan rumah mak-ayah aku. Kakak tengah tidur depan TV kat hall dia, tiba-tiba ada seekor ular masuk ke dalam rumah mematuk kakak aku. Teruk jugaklah nak berubat. Kepercayaan orang pasal ular ni, dia selalu ada pasangannya. It was so happened, tak berapa lama sebelum tu abang ipar aku ada membunuh seekor ular di kawasan rumah kami tu. Kata bomoh ular tu yang gigit kakak tu pasangan ular yang kena bunuh tu datang menuntut bela, Wallahuallam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahad, malam isnin baru ni, aku kena sengat pulak. Masa siang memang aku ada nampak seekor tebuan masuk kat dalam rumah. Tebuan tu berlegar-legar kat cermin tingkap dapur. Aku tak lah bunuh tebuan tu, cuma aku halau keluar dari dapur aku saja masa tu. Malam tu lepas aku solat isyak, aku pergi dapur, ambik nasik dengan lauk-lauk, terus bawak pergi depan, Konon tu nak makan sambil tengok TV lah tu. Masa aku nak duduk tu terasa macam ada benda duri tajam menusuk paha kiri aku. Mak oiii, sakitnya!!!. Refleks aku masa tu tepis benda yang menyengat aku tu, terasa macam binatang sebesar tebuan tu lah. Nak kata lebah, terasa benda tu tak sekecik lebah. Apa lagi bengkak lah paha aku malam tu. Tebuan tu aku ingat dia hinggap kat kain batik aku (Anne : AN pakai kain batik bukan pakai shorts :-), masa aku duduk tu tebuan tu terhimpit oleh paha aku jadi dia terus sengat aku. Hubby tolong demahkan paha, anak-anak dan mak tolong gosok minyak gamat dan sebagai. Esoknya aku pergi klinik kena lah cucuk satu jarum. Balik rumah aku tidor almost sepanjang hari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sapa yang ada pengalaman macam aku ni mai cerita sikit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115759875295805510?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115759875295805510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115759875295805510&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115759875295805510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115759875295805510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/binatang-berbisa.html' title='Binatang Berbisa'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115691229091379461</id><published>2006-09-05T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:08:35.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had 3 gentlemen in my car last Tuesday. Patrick and John are male caucasian (mat saleh lah tu, ni banyak sangat tengok CSI ni hehehe) are based in the head office in Europe but taking care of the Sales in the regions within Asia Pacific. Sam is a local Indian, based in the KL office. Sam accompanied them to the factory for their (Patrick &amp; John) first visit. I sent the company car ( a Wira aeroback) to fetch them from the airport when they arrived. After lunch we were scheduled to visit a vendor before they were transported back to the airport in Penang for the flight back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was to accompany them to the vendor, I told them that I would send them to the airport straight, which was supposed to save time going straight from the vendor's place, rather than having to come back to the factory again. It all make good sense to us. We left the factory about a quarter to 2 pm. Another colleague PW would be waiting for us at the vendor's place. PW is also an expat, and has been in Malaysia for the last 18 months. He spends most of his time at the vendor's premise in order to ensure vendor's good performance for our account. PW was to take all of us for the tour of the vendor's operation. I told PW we had only 1 hour, as the gentlemen's flight would be at 5.00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping to the time frame, we left the vendor's premise at 3.00 pm. PW joked with me that there were plenty of time, and we could stop to have a picnic on the bridge if we wanted to. How true!! Everything was OK in the car, at first. When we reach the vacinity of the toll booth for the Penang bridge, I noticed strange sounds coming from my front tyre. I asked Sam, who was sitting in front with me, whether he could hear weird sound coming from the tyre. What I said to him exactly was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Sam, I think there is a strange sound made by my tyre".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam : Straining his ears. " No lah, I think it is the road"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : " But I don't feel comfortable lah, I think something is wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam : " OK let's stop to check"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I was already on the Penang bridge, It was raining and I had to find a suitable place to stop. Found a place and stopped. Sam apologised to the Patrick and John saying that the maybe a slight problem. Sam and I went down to check, in the rain, without an umbrella. It was a really nice gesture from Sam. I really appreciated that. But found the tyre to be OK. Not flat at all. We resumed driving, but the sound persisted, it wasn't looking good at all. At that point I was already near the middle span of the Penang bridge, stopping was impossible. There was a construction work going on there. So I had to drive for about 100 m or so I could stop, by that time, the tyre was already in bad shape, there were smoke coming from the tyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theoretically, I know what to do when the tyre need to be changed. My late father showed me where would be the right place to put a jack, in order not to damage the gearbox, etc. But all the while when I had flat tyres, I never did once change it myself. There were times when the flat occured at home, I would have my father or my husband change it for me. How convenient, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of three gentlemen got out. Luckily the rain had stopped. I opened the car boot and they were all ready to help me change the flat tyre. But.... I knew something else was wrong. Sam asked me, whether I had a spare tyre. Yes, I said. Patrick took out the "Caution triangle" (Is that what it is called, hampeh aku ni pasal benda2 macam tu hehe) and put it on the road. Sam and John were ready to take out the tyre. Sam checked the air in the spare first. Things were in place. Then Sam asked for the tool kit, which I already know that it was not there in my boot. I had the jack, but I had no tool kit or a wrench (entah apa ke nama benda tu, yang nak buka punat screw kat tyre tu? hehe). It was taken out by hubby some time ago when he was changing a flat and I did not put them back into the boot. Biasa lah orang pompuan, kalau dah selalu sangat depending on the hubby ni jadi macam ni lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, time was running fast. It was already 4.00 pm. Had then to call the office, to asked for a cab for the 3 gentlemen and someone to rescue me by bring the tyre changing tool kit to come for me. I had to apologised to the gentlemen. They ere kind enough to say that it was really unforseen. Correct it was unforseen, but if I had proper tool in the car boot, I would be able to enjoy watching some mat salleh changing my car tyre right? Where would I have that opportunity here in Malaysia anyway. What a waste, heheh. Jokes aside, the taxi came almost 4.30 pm. I hoped I didn't cause them to miss the flight. They had already checked in their return flight, so they may be able to make it anyway. I was so ambarresed by the whole episode. Patrick and John were sporting enough to say that they enjoyed the nice scenery overlooking the bridge, we were also joking of method of getting a ride from the passers' by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, after a few calls to the taxi, he finally arrived. They went to the airport, while I was left by myself waiting for my staff to come. A guy came by a motorbike to offer help. He arrived when my 3 colleagues were still around. I dare not accept his offer, because I was not used to it and was scared that any unwarranted things may arised from it. I did turn down the offer very politely saying that my colleagues were on their way and I could not reach them to inform them that the tyre was fixed. I didn't dare take the risk. The PLUS patrol also arrived just minutes before my colleagues came to rescue me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luckily, I need only to buy just one tyre, otherwise could you imagine the cost of at least 2 tyres. Pokai aku this month. To all the wives out there, my advise is, don't take things for granted. Always be prepared, yes, we can always call our husbands when things like this happened, but always be prepared, he may not be in town or he wasn't available. All the other ladies out there who are driving, get to know all the basic, about your cars, we will never know when things would happened. so again pleae be prepared for the worst. To the husbands, please maintain your wives car for her hehe, make sure whatever you take out from there, put them back :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115691229091379461?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115691229091379461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115691229091379461&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115691229091379461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115691229091379461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115692789923502677</id><published>2006-08-30T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:55:02.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan ke 49</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/Bendera.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pagi tadi semasa aku dalam perjalanan ke ofis, aku berselisih dengan sebuah kereta. Tak sempat aku nak tengok model, warnanya biru muda. Yang menarik tu, di atas bumbung kereta sehingga ke bonet kereta dipenuhi oleh bendera-bendera kecil. Banyak sungguh, rasa aku ada dalam 20 helai atau lebih bendera-bendera Malaysia dan negeri berkibaran di tiup angin dari kereta tu. Cantik pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekarang pun dah kurang sangat aku nampak kereta-kereta yang bubuh bendera kat kereta diorang. Tak macam 2 tahun dulu. Entahlah apa pasal. Mungkin tahun ni tak ada sapa-sapa sponsor bagi bendera free agaknya :-). Aku pun tak pernah bubuh pun. Aku ni teringin jugak nak bubuh bendera atau sticker kat kereta tapi susah sikit. Hubby tak pernah suka benda-benda gitu semua kat kereta. Walau aku ada sticker yang dapat dari stesyen minyak Petronas, sticker " Aku Anak Malaysia" tu pun aku tak lekatkan. Kereta aku memang tak pernah lekatkan apa-apa sticker, melainkan sticker cukai jalan dan sticker company je lah. Bunga pun tak ada, plain saja. Tapi tak bermakna aku tak suka tengok orang bubuh bendera atau sticker kat kereta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masa nak masuk simpang ke kilang tadi pun terjumpa dengan sepasukan murid-murid tadika (entah apa nama sekolah pun aku tak tahu) India yang dibawa berbaris oleh cikgu-cikgu diorang sambil mengibarkan bendera. Pandai cikgu-cikgu ni tanamkan semangat kemerdekaan ke dalam hati anak-anak murid diorang sejak di tadika lagi tu. Kembang hati aku tengok diorang tu, rasa macam nak honkan kereta tapi takut terkejut pulak atau di salah ertikan. Tak jadi aku hon, aku cuma senyum tengok diorang tadi tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku ingat sekali saja aku pernah pergi tengok perbarisan hari kebangsaan di Butterworth. Itu pun sebab hubby masuk perbarisan untuk jabatan dia. Jadi aku bawak anak-anak pergi tengok. Kejap je kami tunggu pun tak lama, biasalah orang ramai nak tengok apa pun susah, nak parking pun jauh, teruk nak menapak ke tempat perbarisan tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Namun begitu aku bukan lah apa, aku cuma nak mendoakan agar Malaysia menjadi semakin makmur. Rakyat bersatu hati, bertolak ansur. Kalau kita compare dengan negara lain di sekeliling kita, kita masih lagi beruntung, Mungkin ada benda yang kita tak suka tapi kita masih Merdeka. Cuma aku takut kita jadi alpa dari kesenangan yang kita ada sekarang ini. Sedikit kita di uji, kita dah mula rasa rimas. Sesama kita pun kita nak bercakaran, orang sekeliling tengok apa rasanya kan? Takut nanti ada yang ambik kesempatan menangguk di air keruh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;InsyaAllah, kalau kita masih bersyukur kepadaNya, Allah masih sudi menolong kita dengan memelihara kesejahteraan negara kita. Akhir kata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Menyambut Hari Kemerdekaan ke 49&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tahun depan dah setengah abad dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115692789923502677?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115692789923502677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115692789923502677&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115692789923502677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115692789923502677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/selamat-hari-kemerdekaan-ke-49.html' title='Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan ke 49'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115673433300436277</id><published>2006-08-28T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:15:25.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pekakas Elektrik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rasanya rumahtangga sekarang kalau tak lengkap dengan pekakas elektrik, tentu tak sempurna kan? Zaman dulu-dulu cili dan rempah mak-mak kita kena pakai batu giling kalau nak masak. Sekarang cuba suruh anak dara ke surirumah sekarang giling cili pakai batu penggiling, rasanya ramai yang tak sanggup. Dah ada kemudahan sekarang ni, masuk blender tekan suis, habis cerita. Barang-barang elektrik ni sekarang dah jadi satu kemestian. A necessity rather than a luxury. Dulu dulu kalau kita penuhkan rumah dengan pekakas elektrik mungkin jiran-jiran, sedara mara kata kita nak berlagak, tapi sekarang, zaman nak cepat semua ni, zaman orang dok mengejar masa untuk mencari rezeki nak menampung hidup ni, kalau tak ada gadget-gadgets ni semua, tak menjadi lah kerja agaknya. Nak kena makan nasi bungkus lah gamaknya kan hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kat rumah aku apa kurangnya kan. Masak nasi pakai rice cooker. Kalau tak ada rice cooker, hangit lah nasik tu jadinya. Bila Ayin suruh ajar masak nasik pakai dapur gas semalam pun, gelabah jugak lah aku ni. Air banyak mana nak masukkan, aku tak pernah sukat air pakai jari, bila nak tutup periuk, bila nak kecikkan api kan? Boleh bukan tak boleh, cuma kekok sikit lah. Sebabnya kalau pakai dapur gas tu nak kena tunggu nasi yang dimasak tu, kalau tidak pasti akan hangus. Ayin nak belajar sebab dia nak kena buat praktikal kat sekolah dia untuk PMR katanya. Jadi dia nak belajar kat rumah dulu sebelum buat kat sekolah. Takut dia nanti panik kat sekolah. Katanya nak kena masak nasi, lauk ikan sweet sour, sayur kangkong belacan, sejenis pencuci mulut (agar-agar) dan minuman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku ingat masa mula aku pindah ke rumah sekarang ni, dari rumah mak mentua aku. Kami beli fridge ansuran dari satu kedai koperasi. Kedai tu dibuka oleh sepasang suami isteri. Diorang rekomen kat kami satu model fridge ni katanya bagus, imported dari Jepun lagi, memang berjenama popular jugak. Yang aku dengan hubby ingat sampai sekarang ni, bila kakak tu dok cerita features fridge tu kat kami. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kakak : " Adik yang ni elok model ni, ada child room"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku dengan hubby terpinga-pinga bila kakak tu kata "child room". Mana ada bilik nak letak budak-budak dalam fridge? Heran kami. Tapi dek kerana tak nak appear rude, kami diamkan saja lah, Tak tanya pun apa maksud kakak tu. Dua tiga kali dia dok explain kat kami pasal child room tu. Masa tu kami belum tengok fridge tu lagi. Jadi bila kami tengok fridge tu, baru kami tahu yang "child room" ialah "chill room" compartment untuk letak sayur. Dalam kereta kami bantai gelak dua laki bini. Bila aku terdengar ada satu pagi tu K &amp; K kat radio Era buat segment pasal perkataan orang salah sebut tu aku teringat kisah "Child room" tu. Tapi yang aku paling geram, fridge tu lepas je habis warranty period dia mula dia buat hal. Bila kami hantar repair, katanya motor dah rosak, kalau nak ganti motor tu kena import dari Jepun, dah tu harga dia pun mahal. Not worth to repair lah jadinya. Kena beli fridge baru. Kalau tengok fridge tu memang semua masih elok. Sekarang fridge tu duduk sebelah reban ayam aku kat luar rumah. Serik aku nak beli fridge yang di import ni. Baik beli yang dibuat dari Malaysia, spare part pun senang. Sekarang ni fridge aku dah nak lebih 5 tahun dah aku pakai, masih OK. So far so good, buatan Malaysia tu walaupun brandnya Jepun yang punya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Washing mesin lagi satu. Masa kat rumah mak mentua, memang aku ada beli 1 washing mesin National. Jadi bila kami pindah, kami tinggalkan washing machine tu kat sana, kami beli baru. Brand dan model yang sama. Dah beberapa tahun pakai, overload punya pasal agaknya, maklumlah anak-anak kecik ramai masa tu, laundry load banyak setiap hari. Washing machine pun buat hal jugaklah. Jadi kami beli baru lah sementara nak hantar repair mesin tu. National brand jugak. Tapi kali ni yang pakai microprocessor, canggih sikit, besar sikit, banyak sikit boleh masuk kain baju. Lepas dah beberapa tahun pakai tersumbat sana, tersumbat sini, tukar microprocessor pun dah pernah. Tapi still boleh jugak lah pakai machine ni. Tapi baru baru ni dia buat hal pulak dah. Kalau sepatutnya mesin basuh ni fully automatic, sekarang dah jadi semi automatic. Bila half way through mesin tu jalan, program dia akan tukar sendiri. Gamaknya nak kena tukar microprocessor sekali lagi agaknya ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi sebenarnya aku ada lagi satu mesin basuh. Ya, betul aku ada 3 mesin basuh kat rumah tu. Boleh buka laundry shop no? Hehehe. Yang baru tu kami beli bila kedua-dua mesin yang lama tu rosak. Mana boleh aku hidup tanpa mesin basuh. Berlambak baju nak basuh, nak basuh dengan tangan? Kasar tapak tangan makcik ni oiii, tak kuasa aku!!! Hahaha!!. Bukan macam tu lah, memang tapak tangan dah kasar pun, cuma tak terdaya aku nak basuh kain pakai tangan dah. Terlalu banyak makan masa, banyak kerja lain nak dibuat. Kalau dulu masa ada bibik tu mungkin boleh suruh bibik buat. Sekarang, tak daya dah nak buat semua tu. Kena gotong royong dengan anak-anak lah kalau nak membasuh pakai tangan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to my newest washing machine. Entah pasal apa aku termakan recomendation tauke kedai suruh ambik H*tach* brand. 10kg load masa tu National brand belum keluar lagi kut. Everything OK, tapi sekarang ni dah setahun lebih tersadai kat rumah aku. Lepas je warranty dia over, dah mula buat hal pulak. Suruh hubby hantar kat kedai tu balik untuk repair, dia tak nak, sebab entah apa pulak tauke tu kata kat dia sampai dia termakan hati. Padahal sebelum tu memang semua washing machine kami beli dari kedai yang sama. Ni bukan kedai kakak "child room" tu. Kedai tu dah lama tutup dah. Agaknya aku ni kena pakai jenama National untuk barangan elektrik aku agaknya. Tukar brand saja mesti tak tahan lama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blender kat rumah tak payah cakaplah. Aku baru je beli blender baru 2 bulan lepas. Yang tension tu blender aku selalu buat hal malam raya. Ni dah dekat nak raya ni, tu yang dia buat hal lagi. Dua kali aku kena macam tu, tengah dok syok dok blend ramuan rendang, tiba2 blender rosak. Kena pergi beli baru. Tahun lepas nasib baik ada blender free anak-anak dapat cabutan bertuah. Masuk yang baru aku beli ni rasanya dah 6 ke 7 buah dah aku tukar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remote Astro kat rumah tu elok sikit je dari rumah MakAndeh punya. Tu pun dah tak nampak tulisan dah. Main teka saja butang mana-mana nak tekan tu. Tu pun dah kena pakai PVC tape (insulating tape) untuk tak bagi berterabur bateri keluar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuba bayangkan bagaimana hidup kita kalau tak ada perkakas elektrik untuk bantu kita kat rumah. Kalau lektrik terputus 1/2 hari pun kita dah mula gelabah kan? Panas lah, tak boleh tengok TV lah , tak boleh berchatting, berblogging lah dan macam-macam lagi. Makin teruk kita ni kan bergantung kepada gadgets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115673433300436277?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115673433300436277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115673433300436277&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115673433300436277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115673433300436277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/pekakas-elektrik.html' title='Pekakas Elektrik'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115623051548176768</id><published>2006-08-22T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:50:51.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hujung Minggu Di Shah Alam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kami sekeluarga baru balik dari Shah Alam. Sabtu pagi kami bertolak ke Shah Alam. Anak sulong abang Lang, Nora melangsungkan perkahwinan pada Ahad 20 August, sehari sebelum Siti Nurhaliza bernikah dengan Datuk K. Nora kawin pun dengan orang Kuala Lipis jugak. Tapi katanya rumah mentua dia kat kampung, rumah Siti kat bandar. Tak kisahlah kan asalkan bahagia kedua-dua mempelai ini kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sepatutnya aku sekeluarga bersama adik S akan convoy ke Shah Alam. Tapi bila S sampai ke rumah aku pukul 8 pagi seperti yang kami janjikan tu, aku masih di dapur, baru je habis masak sarapan pagi. Masih berkain batik dengan T-shirt lagi, dok kemas dapur. Baju-baju belum masuk beg lagi. Budak2 dah siap dah, hubby biasalah kat luar, tengok pokok-pokok dia yang nak kena tinggal 2 hari tak bersiram. Kena jugak siram banyak-banyak kalau tak hujan nanti habis kering pokok-pokok semua. Mesti hubby sedih. Dah tu aku nak jugak kena bagi makan kucing-kucing dan ayam. Nanti kami tak ada harap2 pandai kucing2 tu mencari makan kat mana2 tu. Jangan pulak ada yang mati kelaparan, berdosa pulak aku kalau ada yang mati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pukul sepuluh baru kami keluar dari rumah. S dah pergi dulu dah sebab dia nak join dengan Abang Ngah dari Taiping sebab nak ke kampus UIA di Gombak nak ambik anak perempuan dia di sana. Abang Ngah nak singgah di rumah adik ipar dia kat situ. Kakak ipar aku, isteri Abang Long ikut kami sebab Abang Long dah bertolak dari hari Jumaat pagi lagi. Abang Long yang menjadi katerer untuk kenduri tu. Special lah tu, sebab masakan orang Penang lagi tu hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai di Shah Alam kami tinggalkan Kakak ipar dengan mak aku di rumah Abang Lang. Kami ke Cyberjaya pergi ambik Kak Long anak aku tu. Lepas tu check-in kat Concorde Shah Alam. Teruk jugak aku mencari hotel seminggu sebelum itu. Mula tu ingat nak cari booking kat the Zon on the Park tu sebab aku dan S boleh share apartment 2 bilik tu. Cuma jauh sikitlah dari Shah Alam. Bila aku call untuk booking dan aku tanya ada kosong ke dari 19 ke 21 Ogos, terkedu jugaklah reservation personnel tu. Dah penuh kata dia sebab perkahwinan Siti tu. PNB Darby Park pun sama, penuh jugak. Habis agaknya sekampung orang Kulim dan Kuala Lipis booking sana agaknya kan. Tapi Concorde pun OK jugak dapat aku weekend rate + 2 breakfast untuk setiap bilik. Not bad at all. Anak2 dah gian nak bermandi kat swimming pool. Dah lama sangat dah tak masuk swimming pool. Last sekali diorang jumpa pool masa kat Trengganu bulan November tahun lepas. Masa kami pergi rombongan kenduri kawin si Mamat anak Abang Long tu. Sempatlah si Syia dengan Angah mandi kolam 2- 3 kali weekend baru ni. Hari isnin sebelum check out tu anak2 S, Jie dan Wan pun join diorang dalam kolam. Wan ni badan besar, umur sama dengan Kak Long, teruk dia buli adik dia dan Syia suruh ajar dia floating dalam kolam tu. Bayangkan 2 budak perempuan 12 dan 15 tahun memegang seorang remaja lelaki 100kg dalam pool!!!. Kelakar tengok gelagat diorang tu, Bila diorang lepaskan saja tenggelamlah si Wan ni, hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Akad nikah dijalankan pada petang Sabtu, aku tak sempat nak pergi sebab masa tu kami pergi ambik Kak Long. Lepas dah check-in tu hubby tidor, penat drive. Aku melayan anak-anak, swimming dan kemudian pergi Plaza Masalam sekejap untuk beli barangan keperluan Kak Long. Malam, lepas maghrib baru kami pergi rumah Abang Lang, tolong apa-apa yang patut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esoknya, awal pagi lepas hubby dah ke rumah Abang Lang. Dia tinggalkan aku dengan anak-anak di hotel. Jadi sempat Syia mandi kolam dalam setengah jam selepas kami breakfast. Jadi lah. Yang tak ke kolam aku suruh siap untuk ke rumah Abang Long. Dalam pukul 10.30 pagi hubby datang ambik kami. Kak Lang mintak tolong budak-budak (sepupu sepapat semua) tolong bagikan hadiah2, bunga telur dan gula2 kepada tetamu. Hubby asyik di bahagian dapur saja. Nasib jugaklah ramai yang membantu mengemas meja dan menjaga hidangan daripada "pupus". Memang tak putus2 orangdatang dari pukul 12 sampai pukul 5 petang. ramai jugak lah sedara yang dah lama tak jumpa tu kami jumpa balik. Itu kebaikan kenduri kendara ni, yang jauh dirapatkan semula. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lebih kurang pukul 4.30 petang, nampak pun dak kurang orang dah, hubby pun dah ingatkan aku yang aku nak kena bawak Kak Long pergi sessi fotografi dia. Kak Long punya assignment kedua tu yang pakai 3 model belum siap lagi. Untuk assignment ini Kak Long kena cari 3 model dan ambik gambar diorang berbackdropkan sebuah bangunan yang di terkenal. Jadi kalau kat Shah Alam tu apa lagi kalau bukan Mesjid Sultan Salahuddin (the Blue Mosque) tu kan? Hari tu masa balik ke Penang dah ambik dah. Aku bawak diorang pergi Fort Cornwallis tapi kena reject dengan lecturer atas bermacam alasan, kenalah buat semula. Nasib baiklah kami ditakdirkan berada di Shah Alam minggu itu jadi senanglah kerja sikit. Alhamdulillah ada adik beradik sepupu sepapat yang sanggup jadi model bidan terjun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku bawaklah anak-anak dan anak-anak sedara aku ke kawasan Mesjid tu. Aku ni pun banyak lah peranan pada hari tu. Akulah drebar, dah tu tukang suggest tempat yang sesuai, bidan terjun make-up artist, kemudian tukang suggest cara2 nak posing lagi, last sekali aku jugaklah financial controller tu. Penat mak tauuu......Kak Log dengan gaya photographernya sampai terlepok atas jalan mengambil gambar. Diorang yang jadi model apa lagi berposing sakan. Nasib baiklah ada pulak anak-anak sedara yang ada model criteria hehe, kalau tak sure jenuh nak hire model-model untuk assignment tu kan hehehe. Tak sanggup aku nak bayar lah kalau macam tu. Model tak professional ni aku belanja makan saja kat The Little Italain Kitchen kat Plaza Masalam tu. Model2 "standby" (Ayin, Syia dan Farah) pun dapat makan jugak. Yang standby sebab diorang jadi model masa Kak Long dok cari angle yang sesuai dan tempat yang sesuai untuk ambik shot terbaik. Masa diorang berposing aku dok tengah make-upkan model-model sebenar tu. Angah, Jie (anak adik S) dan FN anak abang long yang jadi model hari tu. Boleh jugaklah pakai servis bidan terjun aku untuk keadaan yang terdesak tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah selesai bergambar tu, kami balik semual ke rumah Abang Lang. Dekat maghrib kami sekeluarga balik ke hotel, mula tu ingat nak pergi semula ke rumah Abang Lang selepas Isyak. Tapi bila dah letak kepala atas bantal, dah resap dah tak ingat dunia dah. Aku terbangun pun bila S telefon tanya tak nak pergi ke rumah Abang Lang, aku kata tak nak lah esok sajalah. Hubby dah penat dah menolong sehari suntuk tu, biarlah dia tidor. Anak-anak pun aku ingat aku dah bagi makan tak lapar dah. Esoknya diorang cakap diorang suruh kawan Angah yang ada kat UiTM beli dan hantarkan Maggi kat diorang malam tu. Diorang tak sampai hati nak kejutkan kami malam tu. Malas pun sama diorang nak ke Plaza Masalam untuk cari makan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas kami check-out dari Concorde tengahari tu, kami ke rumah Abang Lang ambik FN yang nak ikut aku balik ke Penang. Abang Long dah balik dengan kawan dia, mak FN (kakak ipar aku)akan tinggal seminggu di rumah Mamat dan isteri. Mak aku tak nak balik lagi, dia nak balik dengan adik bongsu aku kemudiannya. Jadi aku sekeluarga denagn S saja yang balik ke Penang hari tu. Tak sempat pun tengok siaran langsung perkahwinan Siti Nurhaliza. S ikut kami ke Putrajaya (singgah Alamanda, window shopping, apa pun tak beli sebab poket memang kering kontang), lepas tu ke Cyberjaya menghantar Kak Long. Katanya dia tak pernah pergi jadi ikut ajalah. Lepas dah makan kat foodcourt kami pun bertolak balik. Sampai rumah dah 10 lebih. Angkat saja beg masuk dan simpan apa yang patut aku terus saja tidur. Sakit badan dah mula terasa. Hubby sempat jugak siram pokok2 dia sekeliling rumah. Tapi pagi tadi aku tengok ada jugaklah yang nampaknya kering. Oleh kerana aku pun sibuk menguruskan bahagian dalam rumah aku lupa nak cakap kat hubby suruh masukkan air ke dalam plastik dan tebukkan lubang kecil pada plastik. Plastik air tu letakkan kat dalam pasu atau di atas tanah. Tak lah kering pokok tu jadinya. Dulu pernah sekali kami buat macam tu. Kesian aku tengok pokok yang kering tu. Nasib jugaklah ayam dan kucing2 aku tak mati cuma kelaparan saja lah. Susah amat sekarang ni nak tinggalkan rumah, sehari dua. Keselamatan harat benda pun nak jugak diambil kira. Dulu ada bibik senang, sebab bibik jarang nak ikut kami ke mana-mana. Adalah orang siram pokok dan sebagainya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Biarlah penat, at least anak2 enjoy jugak, jadi macam holiday keluarga pulak tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115623051548176768?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115623051548176768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115623051548176768&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115623051548176768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115623051548176768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/hujung-minggu-di-shah-alam.html' title='Hujung Minggu Di Shah Alam'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115586821951765309</id><published>2006-08-18T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:11:30.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuti Sekolah Dah Mula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari ini kalau kat negeri-negeri yang cuti hujung minggunya pada Jumaat dan Sabtu macam Kedah, Trengganu dan Kelantan, sudah bermulalah cuti sekolah pada hari ini. Kami kat Penang tu esok lah. UPSR pun dah dekat sesangat ni, tinggal 16 hari saja lagi. Agaknya budak-budak yang nak ambil periksa tu makin terasa tekanan untuk exam tu kan. Ketar perut agaknya depa ni semua. Mak bapak pun tak tentu arah jugak ni, tidur pun dah tak lena dah ni. Aku tidur lena selalu, dengkur pun agaknya makin kuat hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syia pun tahun ni akan duduki UPSR. Tengokkan jadual sekolah dia pun aku naik kesian. Sibuk mengalahkan mak dia di ofis. Siang malam pergi sekolah, hari Sabtu pun almost satu hari di sekolah. Kalau hari biasa, sessi sekolah biasa sampai pukul 2.30 petang. Isnin malam hingga Khamis ada kelas tambahan anjuran PIBG untuk murid-murid yang mampu membayar RM25 sebulan. Sekolah kampung, kelas tak banyak (5 atau 6 kelas saja). Hari Sabtu pagi ada kelas tambahan sampai 12.30 petang. Petang pulak dia pergi buat ScoreA kat sekolah. Walaupun dia boleh buat kat rumah menggunakan password yang di beri oleh sekolah tapi kalau dah balik rumah tu sure terbongkang tidur keletihan. Jadi Syia buat kat sekolah sajalah. Lebihan masa tu dia tengok TV atau main-main sajalah. Aku nak suruh dia study lebih pun aku takut dia tension sangat. Sikit-sikit sajalah aku tegur dia kalau tengok dia leka sangat tu. Extra tuisyen pun tak pergi sebab pack sangat. Aku tak nak dia jadi robot pulak sampai tak sempat nak enjoy her childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal-awal tahun tu test result dia kat sekolah tu teruk jugaklah. Paling banyak dia score A tu cuma 2 saja. English dengan BM penulisan saja. Pemahaman pun boleh dapat B saja tu. Matematik dengan Sains bantai dapat C saja. Urut dada jugaklah aku. Seriau kata orang. Itu lah anak aku. Dah lama tu meningkat sikit sikit, last sekali baru, ni result ujian dia kata 4A 1B. Sambil kayuh basikal nak ke sekolah dia cakap dengan aku dan hubby kat laman hari tu. Nak tergelak jugaklah tengok gelagat si Syia ni. Bila tanya B tu apa dia cakap BM pemahaman. Isyy kacau budak ni. Tak kan Bahasa Ibunda sendiri dia tak faham tu hehehe. InsyaAllah aku harap dia tak panik masa exam nanti dan boleh dapat result yang sebaik mungkin. Aim mesti kepada 5A tapi kalau dia tak terdaya, aku tak akan nak pukul anak aku just because dia tak dapat 5A. Bersykur dengan apapun result dia tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumaat lepas (malam Sabtu), sekolah ada buat majlis solat hajat untuk ibubapa dan anak-anak. Tiap tahun sekolah-sekolah kat sini buat majlis tu. Selalunya buat majlis membaca Yassin samada di mesjid di kampung atau di surau sekolah. Itupun kalau surau sekolah dapat menampung para hadhirin. Tapi kali ni sekolah buat majlis kat dewan terbuka sekolah tu. Bagus jugak sebab tak lah panas. Dapatlah makan nasi bungkus sorang satu hehehe, Alhamdulillah makan free lah katakan ekk. Rezeki jangan ditolak kan? :-). Aku saja yang pergi dengan Sya, sebab hubby belum balik kerja masa kami keluar dari rumah tu. Lagipun Angah pun ada tuisyen, nak kena bergilir kami ni. Sorang pergi majlis yang sorang lagi hantar dan ambik Angah pergi tuisyen tu. Angah tahun ni nak ambik SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam tu sekolah jemput sorang ustaz bagi ceramah motivasi "Pecutan Akhir UPSR". Muda lagi ustaz ni, rugged pulak tu hehe. Tak lah aku nampak muka dia secara jelas sebab aku duduk belakang. Tapi suara dia macho gitu. Siap nyanyi lagu nasyid dan lagu Siti Nurhaliza lagi tu hehe. Kata dia dia dulu tu Engineer, pernah kerja dengan multinational sebelum bertukar menjadi seorang guru. Jadi kata dia dia tak layak dipanggil sebagai ustaz. Walaupun sebenarnya ustaz tu makna encik sahaja, kalau tak salah aku, terjemahan dari bahasa Arab. Pernah jugak dulu masuk kumpulan nasyid, tu yang boleh nyanyi tu. Sedap suara dia. Jadi imam pun bacaan dia sedap sebab dia boleh berbahasa Arab. Dia kata dia dulu belajar di Jepun tapi bila dah dapat ijazah, bapak dia kata walaupun dia ada ijazah, ijazah tu tak berguna kalau dia tak bole baca kitab2 bapak dia yang berbahasa Arab, jadi dia pun bertekad belajar bahasa Arab untuk terima challenge bapak dia tu. Lah termelalut pulak dah pasal ustaz. Tu baru dengar suara, kalau tengok muka dia (kalau hensemlah kan :-) entah-entah mengigau malam tu hehehe, Naya, naya kalau hubby tau no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang aku nak cakap sini ialah petua ustaz tu untuk hari-hari terakhir sebelum menghadapi peperiksaan ni. Anak-anak perlu (seelok-eloknya lah) mengulangkaji 3 jam sehari. Buat latihan latih tubi dari buku-buku latihan, past year exams. Lepas tengok score tu, kalau tak menggalakkan keputusan, padam semua test yang telah dibuat tu dan ulang sekali lagi ujian yang sama. Ini sebenarnya teknik nak "hafal" ni. Sebabnya kebanyakkan soalan peperiksaan tukan selalu di re-cycle saja kan hehe. Untuk BI dan BM kenalah banyak buat karangan. Isyy dah tak sempat dah rasa ni. Dah nak terkucil sangat dah ni. Maybe the best thing is to read contoh-contoh karangan-karangan dalam workbook tu (ini idea aku lah ni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paling penting solat jangan tinggal sebab lepas semua usaha tu, hanya Allah saja yang dapat menolong. Ustaz sarankan ibubapa baca surah Al-Mulk (surah 76 kalau tak salah aku) banyak-banyak dan doakan supaya anak-anak kita tenang menghadapi peperiksaan masa dalam dewan tu nanti. Lagi satu ayat 4 surah Yusuf, ulangkan perkataan "Sajiddin" yang dihujubg ayat tu. Buat macam zikir tu. Ini semua panduan dari ustaz sajalah. Kita usahakan lepas tu kita yakinkan diri tawakal kepada Allah. InsyaAllah kejayaan buat anak-anak kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Untuk Syia dan semua anak-anak yang akan menduduki peperiksaan UPSR aku doakan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semoga tenang fikiran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terbuka minda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terserlah ingatan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenang dalam menjawab semua soalan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berkat doa dari ayah ibu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tekad usaha diri sendiri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doa dan tawakal kepada Illahi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semoga kejayaan milik semua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amiin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247806-115586821951765309?l=auntyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115586821951765309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247806&amp;postID=115586821951765309&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115586821951765309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247806/posts/default/115586821951765309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/cuti-sekolah-dah-mula.html' title='Cuti Sekolah Dah Mula'/><author><name>AuntyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986396949796258421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/auntyn/orangerose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247806.post-115553819426087746</id><published>2006-08-16T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:26:25.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kak Long's Assignment - Waterfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kak Long came home for a week holiday from the 6th to 13th August. She had 2 photography assignments. One of them is to take photos of a waterfall. Before she came home, on YM one day she asked whether there is a waterfalll nearby our place, of 
