Tuesday, March 31, 2009

hujan oh hujan....

Sekarang nie hampir setiap hari KL dilanda hujankan. Kalau tak diwaktu pagi, diwaktu petang hujan akan turun.Takpun diwaktu tengahari.

Semalam hubby makdara kena stayback di office. So, sementara menunggu dia menyiapkan kerjanya, makdara menghabiskan masa di KLCC. Janji pukul 8.30malam, makdara kena ke officenya. Selalunya makdara tunggu dia di KLCC sajer. Tapi semalam makdara yg kena berjalan ke officenya sebab makdara tertinggal handphone di rumah. Maka, hubby makdara tak dapat menghubungi makdara utk menyatakan bila dia akan sampai di KLCC.

Lebih kurang pukul 8.00 malam, hujan turun dengan lebatnya. Masa tu makdara didalam Kinokuniya.. Tunggu punya tunggu..hingga pukul 8.30mlm, hujan tak juga berhenti..Kena cari alternative nie…so, gie Watson utk cari payung…pilih punya pilih, belilah payung yg berharga RM13.90.

Pastu terus ler ke pintu keluar utk menuju ke Jalan Sultan Ismail…aik?? Hujan dah berhenti…Cuma gerimis halus jer…tengok org ramai selamba jer jalan tanpa payung….huh! sungguh tak puas hati….tapi, disebabkan masih gerimis, makdara buka gak payung tu…kena rasmikan gak payung baru nie….hehehehe…


Hailah payung….nasib baik ko cute….rasa berbaloi gaklah beli ko……..

Balik Kampong Papa

balik kampong....oooo...balik kampong......sonok nampak...musti lah sonok sbb tak keje...ahh...tenang hati dan jiwa bile tgk pokok kelape sawit ....bangun pagi jek terus sedut sedlm-dlm nyer udara yg fresh lagik nyaman....ehik....

Gini cite nyer....last weekend makdara sekorge balik kg papa kat Parit Saidi, Batu Pahat. Ni umah adik ibu mertua makdara....najwa panggil nenek yah. Umah ni la tmpt melepek we ols klu balik kg, sbb umah lain dah tak berpenghuni....sume dah berhijrah ke kl .....termasuk lah ibu mertua makdara tersayang tuh...hik.... Tujuan utama balik ni pon sbb papa ade hal skit pasal tanah...makdara pon ape lagik...menggediks la nak ikot....wargh...wargh...wargh.....

Umah nenek yah ni luas giles....baik dlm umah sampai la laman nyer....mcm padang bola....umah kg mmg besar kan!!! sonok bebudak nak main. Al kisah.....budak dua org tuh...sape lagik anak2 makdara la....pagi2 sepi'i dah bangun trus kuar umah menuju ke buaian.... kat laman umah nenek yah ade buaian siap ngan lanskap lagik...main sakan ...al maklum la jarang jumpe tanah...kuar umah jek nampak batu block ...eheee...




We ols sampai kg hari khamis mlm...sbb bertolakdr kl lepas balik keje....agak rushing skit la sbb papa nak settle kan mendealah tuh ari jumaat.....we ols tak benti mana2 perhentian sbeleh pon sbb dlm kepala otak dah set sampai kg nanti nenek yah dah siapkan dinner....eheee.....

seperti yg dijangka.....sampai2 jek trus menuju ker meja makan......teng tereeeng....menu wajib dah tersedia. seperti biasa yg wajib tuh, tempe goreng ngan tahu goreng cicah ngan sambal cili kicap...pucuk ubi rebus ngan sambal belacan.....dan yg paling 'musti' ada masak asam pedas..... mlm tu betambah2 papa mkn....favourite dia....


ari sabtu we ols dah besiap nak balik kl dah....sbb papa dah settle mendealah tuh....ehee...cam besa...dlm kepala otak makdara dah siap plan nak pegi mana peh tuh...ehee..sepetri biasa tmpt yg dituju....parit raja ngan ayer hitam. tuh tmpt favourate makdara wooo....kat parit raja beli segala tok nenek kerepek...nak bawak untk maktok ngan member opis.....kat ayer hitam plak....nak cuci mata sambil2 tangkap satu dua brg utk cantik kan umah...ahaks.... papa dah tau dah, bini dia nih klu balik kg sure dah membeli sakan kat sana...dlm bonet penuh giles...tu pon ade dua tiga brg yg tak dapek beli...papa dah mengamok...ehee


we ols plan tak nak guna highway sbb papa nak bawak kete ngan aman n cuci mata ikut jln lama...dr batu pahat kuar tol...tapi masuk balik tol Jasin....papa lepak jek bawak kete....sambil tuh tgh carik tempat mencekik. papa janji nak bawak we ols mkn kat alor gajah...tmpt dia belajar dulu ( Uitm Lendu) . kat situ ade kedai Cucur Udang paling sedap n glamour.....tu yg tak sabar makdara mendengar nyer.....

Sampai jek alor gajah...mmg sah...kedai tuh mmg glamour, ramai giles org kat situ...sib baik we ols dpt kusi, klu tak jenuh gak nak tunggu org bangun.


we ols pesan cucur utk 4 org punye mkn...tibe2 yg datang satu pinggan panjang penuh...mak ai...leh abis ker nih!! kat dlm tuh ade cucur udang, tempe, tauhu, timun dan yg paling best ade burung puyuh goreng.....ingat kan ayam tau...bile diperatikan....apsal kecik sgt pehe dia nih...ghupe-ghupe nyer burung puyuh...sedap bangat...rangup lagik....nah saksikan gambar nih.

catz n perantau sepi.... i nak u ols try this cucur udang alog gajah ...sure terangkat abis pnyer.....

last but not least....makdara sempat rembats my favourite tapai puluts...i love tapai pulut very much...muah...muah...muah....sedaps giles....

now u see...now u dont...ahaks...makdara rembats sorang.....

nih anak- anak ku kegirangan makan cucur udang.....say cheese......



Friday, March 27, 2009

Just to share.....

makdara terima email nie dari seorang rakan. rasanya dah ramai yg baca story nie..tapi, makdara sajer jer nak share ngan korang....

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.
Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it." Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In yourview, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.
One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him:"What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "allimportant" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. Thatnight, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you thinkthat mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.
The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feelingto throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life.Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility ofthis being the reason that day?
At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?
Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good.. hat a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear his out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me,is face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...
I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.. Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.
One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.
One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated. Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him..
From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore.
It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral."
I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:
"Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion....Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..." From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.
Hubby has also written a letter for me:
"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging... "
Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever...
"Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late.".........

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Family Day-15 March 2009 (Bukit Merah)

Hari nie merupakan hari terakhir family day. Awal pagi makdara, hubby & aqid dah bangun. Motifnya utk melihat matahari terbit..konon2nya nak tengok dari tepi tasik ler…tapi, bila keluar jer, tengok2 langit mendung..so, tengok pemandangan tasik jerlah….

Lepas tu, kitaorg gie breakfast lak..kat café resort..sorry ler makdara tak ingat apa nama café nie….masa breakfast nie makdara tak sempat nak snap gambar2 makanan sebab sibuk dok melayan si aqid….

pemandangan dari cafe..boleh makan kat tepi tasik


perut kami dah kenyang....alhamdullilah....

Selepas breakfast, kami balik ke bilik semula…yalah masih awal pagi…plan kami pada hari nie ialah ke waterpark..sedangkan waterpark hanya dibuka pada 10.00 pagi..so, kami berehat jer dibilik…

Tepat pukul 10.00 pagi, kami pun menyerbu masuk ke waterpark…Di sini, tak banyak gambar yg makdara snap sebab bila dah terjun dalam air tu, camera makdara simpan dalam locker yg disediakan oleh pihak waterpark. Makdara memilih locker yg besar, so bayaran yang dikenakan adalah RM2..kami sewa gak pelampung besar yg mempunyai 2 lubang tu..kosnya adalah RM10 & kalau kita pulangkan kembali pelampung tu, pihak waterpark akan bayar balik RM2.

pemandangan dari atas

So, makdara & aqid duk atas pelampung tu & hubby lak tukang tolak..hehehehe….makdara try gak naik gelongsor air (water speed slide) bersama adik ipar makdara..& hubby lak naik gelongsor air tu bersama along…..seronok….sesiapa yg gie sana, harus mencubanya tau….boleh lepas tension….
Lebih kurang pukul 12 lebih, makdara & family balik ke bilik…bersiap2 & packing barang…& lepas tu check-out. Seterusnya lunch di foodcourt Bukit Merah dan dalam masa yang sama ada juga family member yg gie beli cenderamata.

boria team.. thanks mak sebab belikan kami baju... :)

Lebih kurang pukul 3, kami bertolak balik ke KL…Maka, berakhirlah sudah family day…Babay Bukit Merah……Aqid dah letih nie….Aqid nak tdo…..zzzzzzz…….

Disney Princess Bday Party

Alahai...anak mama dah besyar....dah four years....makne nyer makdara nih dah makin tue...sedo ler....ehik.... Yesterday najwa celeb bday dia kat school...opon request okey!....
Planning asal nak celeb together-gether ngan papa dia...tapi dia naaaaak gak celeb ngan friend syaziq...syazemi...sabrina...syazwani...puteri dan ramai lagi ler name2 yg slalu bermain kat mulut dia tiap2 ari.....since dah skolah nih everyday asyik cite psal friend...friend...friend...sampai mama dah hapal name2 friend dia. Opon request lagi.... dia nak kek princess warne pink...and plastik goodie pack tuh gambar princess....this girl.....#$%@#!!@#!@#!...... buat mama fining....
So......mama tunaikan impian dia....bcoz mama n papa love u sooooo much....
This is befday gurl

The kek.....Disney Princess.....

The guddie pack for kiddos.....

Suasana happening di Taman Sang Kancil.....all friends sing bday song for najwa.....

Adik pon menempel kat situ.....
Smiling happiness........


Wednesday, March 25, 2009

CETA BESDAY BOY

SELAMAT HARI LAHIR YG KE -12 BUAT ANAKKU… MUHAMMAD SYAIZWAN IZUDDIN BIN SAIDE

Akhirnya setelah 9 bulan dalam kandungan maka pada 20 Mac 1997 lahirlah seorang bayi lelaki di Pusat Rawatan Islam, Jalan Ipoh, Kuala Lumpur dan tangisan pertama menyentakkan naluri wanita itu kerana baru menyedari dia telah bergelar IBU… Sungguh besar gelaran itu untuk dipikul tatkala usia baru nak menjangkau 23 tahun….

Kini… tanpa di sedari semua itu terlalu pantas beredar dan telah 12 tahun rupanya….. haaaa???? Anak mak dara dah besar panjang?? Dah nak masuk kategori remaja dah….. hehehehe..

Oklah kembali kepada dunia realiti… heheheh…. Bersempena genap 12 tahun umurnya.. mak dara n hubby telah sepakat amik cuti utk habiskan seharian dengan dia sahaja tanpa adik-adik…. Ikut jer kemahuan besday boy tu asalkan logik lah kan…. Maka inilah rentetan kisah pada 20/3/2009…

Seawal pukul 7.30 cam biasa hantar 2 adiknya dulu ke umah baby-sitter,,,, ala-ala cam ibu ayah nak gi kerja gitu…. Heheheh… pastu besday boy ajak ayahnya gi taman utk main takraw jap dgn kawan2 dia… sabor jer la…. Ingat nak kuar awal-awal… akhirnya kul 9.40 baru kuar dan destinasi pertama gi JPN untuk buat I/C dia…. Ceta pasl I/C nanti entry lain yer.. heheheh…. Lepas dah settle semua urusan berkaitan I/C kitorg pun chow dari JPN…. Dah alang-alang ada kat Putrajaya dan ada member bagitau ada HOT AIR BALLON kat situ… so terus ke sana…. Ingatkan boleh ler hero makdara tu naik… tp tiket sold out la pulak….kitorg makan2 jer kat tapak pesta tu…. Tgk gambar jer la apa yg sempat snap kat sana…




Dah panas terik tengahari rembang tu.. kitaorg gi Alamanda jap tp makdara jer yg turun sengsorang sbb husben n besday boy gi masjid utk solat jumaat dulu…. Makdara pun merayap sengsorang… pastu dah 2 jejaka tu sampai semula.. barulah kitorg lunch…. Tya besday boy nak makan apa… dia nampak Kenny Rogers dan tunjuk situ.. okeh lah… layannnn….. amik ko licin… kelaparan sgt ler tu….
Dah buntat perut tu jom gi carik hadiah lak… tahun nie kononnya kitorg tak ada kek2 cam selalu… Cuma abiskan masa seharian dgn dia jer…. So terus gi masuk MPH lak kat alamanda tu… dan beli ler buku2 UPSR utk dia…. Ala2 present la tu gak kan…. Heheheeh… steady abglong…. Cam tak suka jer dpt hadiah tu.. hihihihi…..
Lepas tu lak bertolak balik dan singgah makan cendol lak kat sg besi tp lupa nak snap gambor…. Pastu balik ler.. baru nak landing kejap..ada org ketuk pintu dgn kuatnya…. Bukak2…. Laaa… pakngah n family dtg siap tatang kek dgn lilin menyala lagi depan pintu tu….buat surprise utk abglong…. Siap nyanyi lagi lagu hepi besday… Apa yg ado kat umah masa tu?? Mmg tak de apa… so makdara kuar jap pi amik 2 hero lagi tu kat umah baby sitter dan beli jer goreng2an utk minum petang… dorang pun dtg tak bagitaukan… tp dorang pun dah kenyang… kira orait ler tu kan…. Alamak… ada yg tya naper kek bentuk bunga cam gitu?? Makngah nya kata dah pusing satu sg besi tp kedai kek tu tutup… last2 kat Bdr Tasik Selatan jer ada satu kedai kek melayu punya…. Kedai baru dan tak byk choice katanya….…tima kasih pada pakngah, makngah, ariff,azim n akil for the cute cake n celebrate sesama w/pun the very sempoi jer kita makan… hehehe….. 6 budak lelaki dlm umah tu pun dah kecoh dan meriah rasanya ... heheeh… nyanyi lagi beday, tiup lilin dan mamamm…. Tgk ler gelagat anak2 makdara dgn sepupu2nya… hepi betul nampaknya….

Oppss… sebelum lupa…. Sorry mak su… maksu yg jauh tu pun igt gak besday anak sedara sulung nie kan… maksu dah email kat makdara nie ha mintak tolong print bagi kat besday boy……. Syahdu ker abglong baca tu??? Timakasih gak kat maksu yer… maksu mmg panggil abglong dgn nama awan… naper ekk?? Lupa ler kisahnyer…


Tak lupa tima kasih gak kat atuk n nenek kat kg sbb call wish abglong dgn ucapan2 berunsur nasihat yg sangat bermakna yer… ingat nasihat atuk n nenek tu yer abglong…. Dah besar panjang…

Last sekali ahad tu paklong, maklong n aiman lak carik si besday boy,.. nie pun satu gak cam pakngah.. main redah jer..tak call… last2 dah sampai area umah kitorg baru call… hahahahha…. Padahal masa tu makdara n family ada kat putrajaya daa… gi amik i/c besday boy dah siap… so dorang suh tunggu kat tmn botani putrajaya tu…. Kitorg nie puas ler fikir apa hal ler nak jumpa sgt nie…. Rupanya… jeng..jeng..jeng… aiman nak bagi special present to abgwan(panggilan aiman utk abglong)… tu dia jersi adidas you… tak lupa ada birthday card lagikss… thank a lot to aiman, maklong n paklong…. Layan gambar.. nak tgk lagi gi kat blog perantau sepi yer…. Heheheh…


Oklah… itu jer lah ceta sempena besday MUHAMMAD SYAIZWAN IZUDDIN @ abglong @ abgwan.
Ucapan dari ibu…semoga abglong akan menjadi insan yg beriman, berguna dan berjasa suatu hari nanti… aminnn…..

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Family Day – 14 March 2009

Sebelum pukul 7 pagi makdara dah terjaga dari tidur sebab anak makdara dah berjaga..Anak makdara – si Aqid nie memang biasa bangun awal. Selepas menukarkan lampin si Aqid, makdara gie lak ke dapur utk membantu kakak ipar makdara yg sibuk menyiapkan menu utk sarapan pagi. Kitaorang simple breakfast jer – roti makan bersama sardine & telur hancur..juga telur setengah masak. Air kopi & air teh o panas.
Mengikut perancangan asal, kami akan memulakan perjalanan seawal 8 pagi atau 8.30pagi…tapi biasalahkan bila dah ramai2 nie memang susah sikit ler…mana taknya, ada yg nak mandi swimming pool lagi, ada yg sibuk nak kemas beg lagi….selepas selesai mengemas, sesi bergambar dihadapan apartment pulak….akhirnya, lebih kurang pukul 10.00 pagi barulah kami memulakan perjalanan.

Big Family

team merah


team biru


team colourful


Destinasi pertama kami adalah Pasar Chowrasta. Pertama kali makdara menjejakkan kaki ke pasar nie. Sebelum nie memang makdara dah pernah pergi ke Penang, tapi makdara tak pernah pergi pasar yg cukup glamer ngan segala jenis jeruk nie. Untuk sesiapa yg minat dengan jeruk-jeruk nie, sure terliur tengok pelbagai jenis jeruk ada di jual di sini. Makdara beli jeruk yg bercampur-campur sebanyak 3kg – utk officemate makdara, officemate hubby & cikgu2 Aqid. Selain tu, makdara beli gak jeruk mangga & jeruk betik pedas utk family makdara. Memang meriahlah pasar chowrasta nie…Sementara menanti mak & kakak2 ipar membeli belah dipasar chowrasta nie, makdara & adik ipar makdara ke gerai buah berangan. Nampak macam menarik. So, apa lagi kami pun belilah buah berangan utk bekalan diperjalanan nanti. Sekilo buah berangan masak berharga RM16. Makdara beli setengah kilo jer. Pastu ternampak lak gerai cendol. Walaupun makdara bukan pengemar minuman berais, tapi bila ternampak air cendol nie terus tergoda dibuatnya. Tambahan pula cuaca ketika ini memang panas terik. Emmm…memang sesuai sangatlah utk menghilangkan rasa dahaga kami.

Pasar Chowrasta


Gerai buah berangan & cendol

Seterusnya kami menuju lak ke Bukit Tambun. Motif? Nak tengok rumah persinggahan pakcik kepada hubby. Kami hanya tengok dari luar jer sebab pemiliknya berada di Kuala Lumpur, yg ada hanyalah pengawal keselamatan.

Orang kata kalau ke Penang, tak sah kalau tak cuba nasi kandarnya. So, utk lunch pada hari ini, kami mencuba nasi kandar di Restoran Original Penang Kayu Nasi Kandar…tu diaaaa…original katanya…since 1974 tau..huh! lama tu..dah 35 tahun tu.
Kami sampai lebih kurang pukul 12.15 pm. Agak ramai jugalah pelanggan waktu nie..Kami memesan 3 hidangan kari kepala ikan, tapi malangnya pada ketika itu hanya ada 3 kepala ikan yg bersaiz kecil yang sudah sedia utk dimakan & rasanya memang tak mencukupi utk hidangan kami seramai 21 orang nie…Maka kami terpaksa menunggu lebih kurang 30 minit sebab mereka terpaksa masak kepala ikan yg lebih besar saiznya….
Bila sampai jer hidangan diatas meja, peh! semua kagum tengok saiz kepala ikan tu…memang besar ler. So, apa lagi perut masing2 pun dah berdangdut, dengan bau aroma kari tu, memang berseleralah kami menghadap hidangan pada hari itu…Sedap memang sedap, tapi sayangnya ikan tu tak cukup masak, di bahagian dalam ikan tu masih berwarna merah. Mungkin disebabkan nak cepat, so mamak kedai nie masak lebih kurang aje agaknya.




replika patung sedang mengandar nasi


kari kepala ikan



makan time....


Lebih kurang sejam selepas itu, kami meneruskan lagi perjalanan. Kami menuju ke jeti utk menaiki feri & seterusnya destinasi kami adalah ke Kulim, Kedah. Motif?? Utk ke rumah kenalan lama emak & abah – Encik Mat.
Untuk pengetahuan semua, kita tidak akan dikenakan bayaran kalau keluar dari pulau, tak kiralah samada melalui jambatan atau menaiki feri. Tapi, semasa memasuki pulau, kita akan dikenakan bayaran. Semasa di dalam feri, seperti dijangka sesi bergambarlahkan….tak lengkap rasenya kalau tak bergambarkan..hehehehe….



Sampai di Kulim, lebih kurang pukul 2 lebih. Dirumah Encik Mat nie kami dihidangkan dengan laksa penang…home made tau…emmmm…memang menyelerakan, walaupun makdara bukanlah pengemar laksa. Sebelum tu, kami adakan tahlil ringkas utk anak cik Mat yg meninggal dunia 2 tahun yg lepas kerana kemalangan jalan raya..Agak lama jugalah kami dirumah cik Mat nie…almaklumlah., mak & abah dah lama tak bertemu dengan sahabatnya nie…banyaklah benda yg nak diceritakan…so, akhirnya lebih kurang pukul 5.30 petang kami bertolak dari Kulim utk menuju ke destinasi berikutnya iaitu Bukit Merah.
Perjalanan pada petang nie agak mencabar kerana masing-masing tak begitu mahir dengan arah jalan yg harus dipilih utk menuju ke lebuhraya dan seterusnya ke Bukit Merah…Maka, adalah beberapa kali kami tersalah jalan….akhirnya kami selamat tiba di Bukit Merah ketika jam sudah menunjukkan hampir pukul 8 malam…Kami menginap di Bukit Merah Lake Town Resort. Setelah check-in jer, hubby & aqid berendam di tub mandi…yalah dah sehariankan dalam perjalanan…memang meletihkan…

Lebih kurang pukul 9 malam, semua ahli family sudah bersiap-siap utk keluar makan malam..Mereka bercadang utk makan di kedai-kedai makan yg terletak di luar Bukit Merah. Tapi, makdara, hubby & aqid pula memilih utk makan di Bukit Merah sajer…Bukannya apa, makdara dah tak larat nak jalan jauh lagi…tambahan pula makdara takut Aqid mengamuk seperti malam sebelumnya sebab terlalu lama menunggu makanan siap dihidangkan. Maka, makdara & hubby memilih menu sizzling yg terdapat di foodcourt, Bukit Merah. Sambil makan sambil melihat telatah badut. Sang badut nie siap buatkan belon utk aqid lagi…tapi, aqid takut dengan si badut nie sebab suaranya yg kuat…Selesai makan, kami bersiar-siar disekitar Bukit Merah & akhirnya membeli sepasang tshirt & seluar berlambangkan bukit merah untuk Aqid. Lebih kurang pukul 10 malam, kami kembali ke bilik & tak lama selepas itu Aqid pun terlena…Nasib baiklah makdara tak follow ahli family yang makan diluar sebab diaorang kena menunggu selama 1 jam, barulah hidangan sampai dimeja mereka….Esok merupakan hari terakhir utk family day…apa2pun tunggu jerlah kalau nak tahu apa xtvt kami diesok hari ya….daaaa….

Monday, March 23, 2009

Lunch @ Restoran Q Thai

Hai semua dah lunch ke ari nie? Td mak dara lunch dgn geng2 ofis kat Restoran Q-Thai.. ada dpt brochure set lunch dan tgk harganya cam ok sgt2... tu yg kitorg berlima terus pegi tu... dekat lak tu dgn ofis... kat Kompleks Antarabangsa jer... so kitorg berlima(makdara sg besi, makdara langat, mak dara jln ipoh, hana n anita) lunch ler kat situ... set lunch cuma RM10.00 termasuk air... heheheh.... tgk ler menu kitorg... air lak semua order yg sama- ice lemon tea...



pilihan anita - Thai Stlye Fried Rice With Beef



Sambal Petai Seafood Rice with Egg - pilihan makdara jln ipoh



Tom Yam Bee Hoon (Seafood) - makdara sg besi n hana... sedapnyyerrr...

Pineapple Fried Rice - makdara langat yg punyer.....

Happy Befday Papa n Najwa

Eppy befday to youuuu...
Eppy befday to youuuu...
Eppy befday to Papa n Najwa.......
Eppy befday to youuuu....
Mmmmuuuaaahhh....mama love both of you very very much.......
u both my sunshine
my breath
my life
suke sgt kek nih ...touching...gamba papa ngan najwa bepelok....comei....

tiup papa...tiup....moncong yg lebih....api nyer dah lame padam..ihik...



mama pon sebok nak menyelit.....nak gak join...eheee

Ni hadiah befday najwa.....stelah sekian lama diidamkan....
time kacih mak anoi...mak lily...n...mak ayu....
najwa caaaayang...makcik2 sume....
mama pon caaaayang korang....eheeee
tengok adik...nak jadik pomen ker dik...belek tayar bagai....