Mama...what is SEXY???

On a hot Sunday afternoon, I was driving back home after dropping hubby at KL Sentral. The usual routine, we (me and apai) will hum or sing our heart out to any songs aired. While singing like a star, Apai asked " Mama..what is sexy?"

Hmmm..how do i answer that?

" Sexy..? hmm sexy is eeer you know...it can mean..beautiful...and..urmmm"

"Ma..is sexy...b*gel-b*gel?" he asked again...not satisfied with my answer..I guess.

"NNNNOO.....its not datt...", i said ...adeh mana dia dapat nih?

" you know sexy can also mean that u are beautiful in certain aspects..like your eyes are sexy and etc...."

"oooohhhhh"

hmmmph... I usually read and hear on kids asking their parents questions like this...but its slowly coming to me now.....I have to get my self prepared for more questions from my 5 year old kiddo!

I finally have the time

Pheww.. finally got the time to scribble some stuffs here.

It has been a while since i last wrote in. So many things happened during the period of my absence. I've settled down ..our own private property..=).Alhamdullilah things went smoothly and the money runs VERY smoothly too!!..The grills, lighting, curtains, kitchen cabinets, kitchen extension and bla bla bla. but we survived..hehehehe.

Thumbs up to hubby for his unwavering effort in making the garden presentable...but still more needs to be done. Over and above, our home needs serious interior decorating as ..let me see..the wall is still bare..I need more flowers to give a little aura. Ya..ya..ya...my budget needs an aura tooo.

Well..i turned down an offer to run away from this h**ll h*l*. But after taking into serious consideration, I decided to pledge my loyalty to my employer. But I seriously hope its not for long...ehhe.

Work....urrrghh..its like the hurricane...comes and go. When it's here....u can't even pay the bills online...but when it's gone...ahhha..ample time for social networking.

Oh well.. I foresee ...after raya..it will be huricane..andrew, jane, folly..attacking me. So before it's here..i'll benefit this time given to update on what needs to be updated.

i am also counting days to hubby going to Mecca this Haj season...sob.the time has arrived..again...i just can't imagine my life and kids without him for 2 months....hmmmm....

Negaraku….apai’s version

Apai enjoys going to school now. But there are times..especially during the weekend,when his papa talks about school..all of a suddden he’ll say " Apai demam.." DDuuhhh..lame excuse la sayang…mama dulu dah pernah buat dah macam tu…heheheh.
On the 17th will be his Sports Day. As told by Teacher Ina, diorang tgh bertungkus lumus practice march past and nyanyi lagu negaraku. hehehe Ican’t imagine these kids marching and then sing the national anthem. Lately apai practices his negaraku at home. but of course his negaraku tak patriotik langsung..with lyrics all over the place. Here goes his negaraku…
"nedaraku ( negaraku)..tanah tumpahnya daraku,
rakyat hidup bersatu dan maju..
rahmat bahgia..Tuhan pergi kedai…(this is so bad!!)
rajak kita (taula papa orang perlis tapi org perlis pun tak sebut raja as rajak) selamat betahta…
Adeh….i think i’ve firmed up my abdomen due to laughing so hard whenever i listen to Apai’s version of negaraku. =)

Stress Makcik!!!!

It has been almost 2 months since Apai started his Smart Reader "Adventure". Since late January I’ve taken over my McDreamy’s task of sending Apai to school.And since then..I’m also early to work..
So today….I am in a very very very baaad mood probably due to hormonal imbalance…hmm almost end of the month now. Usually when i reach the office I can still smile to everyone i meet till i reach my 5 star luxurious cubicle. But not today..today i have the "I’m not talking to anyone" so please don’t look at me…kinda face…
Reason being :
At mom’s house…
"Apai come makan quaker oat"
"Nope..nak bibik suap"…ok that initiated the switch of the steamer to be on standby mode.
"Come here sayang mama dah buat ni..come mama suap"…yeahhh…you know i’m trying to be The momma mithali.
"Apai nak poop"
"ok..i’m going to suap adik first"
"Apai..dah ke belum?..come mama suap..we’re gonna be late"
"Mama..I don’t want the susu , I want the oat-oat (quacker oat) only"
I ..the momma mithali gave my anak soleh a very evil look.
What was that?.eavting quacker oat without susu?Man…the switch of the steamer was already on "ready to let out steam" mode.
I ignored his request and continued my act of trying to feed him with the quacker oats+susu.
"hmm nak bibik suap"
WARNING…the steamer is about to explode…please call 911.
"Ok fine you are walking to school today..I’m going to office NOW"
"Ok..fine lah….bibik….nak bibik suap"
So he prefers bibik than his own mother?? wuaaaaaaa huhuhuhu
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In the car….SILENCE…
A few hundred metres reaching Smart Reader..
"Apai ..take a look in your bag…bekal ada tak"
" Ada mama" (in a very decent sweet little voice)
Silence….
"I’m dropping u at kakak dekat depan gate today" ( APAI hates this..he wants me to send him right to the door of his class because he would show me the King house..the playground..the turtle and blah blah blah which i’ve been looking at every morning without fail)
"Ok" he said softly..and i know he’s already sad.
" You know why? because i’m very angry at u right now because u didn’t want to listen to what i say"
Silence of the lamb again…
But please remember that I love you more whenever i get angry…(well… i didn’t say that outloud specially during this disciplinary session)
When we reached his school, i opened the car door…Apai came out and walk ahead of me..i know he’s angry at me too for being angry at him.
"Good morning Azfar..come sayang kakak hantar" said the kakak at the gate.
Apai didn’t smile or even go to her…he just walked straight.
Merajuk kot.
As a mother i tak sampai hati to leave him without saying goodbye.
I called him..
"Apai…come here"
He turned back and ran to me and hugged me.
After salam..i kissed him and hugged him.
"bye baby…love you..don’t make mama angry again ok…?"
He nodded.I let him go…but he kept looking back…and i saw little drops of tears on his cheek.
I waved..turned and drove away.
I love you Apai….
Huhh…stresss makcik!!

Hijra

As you get older, your problems get fatter. Your food preference might differ, your liking for certain things might also change. As for myself, I noticed that most of the food or drinks that i dislike during my cute younger days became my favourites now. I used to hate nescafe but now i can’t live without it. And there are also things that you couldn’t care less about before..but now your eyes have opened for it.
During the good old days..I never care about Maal-Hijrah..all i know and excited about is New Year..yeah..all the celebration..fireworks..concerts here and there and most importantly is the public holiday. But now..after being a mother of 2, I’m slowly getting into the waves of Maal-Hijrah.
I’m also slowly trying to understand the actual meaning of Hijrah. Well without noticing it..i think most of us have "berhijrah" to a certain point in life.
Yeah..i think I’ve done this hijra…hmm let me see..
Yeap…few years back…I covered my hair..that’s a hijra..
then..few ups and downs in love life…and life has got to go on…that’s a hijra…
When i met my destiny..the person whom i want to spend the rest of my life with…and made the biggest move in my life…yes that a hijra..from being "me" to "us".
And i believe that there’s a blessing in every hijra made.
And probably you won’t notice that a decicion/ action that you have to make..be it bitter, sour or even sweet is a hijra…and probably not instantly that you will feel the blessing God will give for the move you make. It might be a few years down the lane…or even it might not come to you ..perhaps..to your spouse/children..grandchildren..and etc…
I hope to be a better wife..mommy..sister..daughter..daughter -in-law and a good muslimah.

Apai goes to school-Part 1

Pheww how fast time flies…my son will be five next year and in just a couople of days he’ll be entering school. Gulp…I’m so nervous…hehehe dunno why.
Ok..eventually i wanted to send him to Villamaria Kindergarten which is located very near to my mom’s house. Considering:
1. Bibik can send him in the morning should Mr Darcy and I have meetings in the morning;
2. Bibik can pick up after school since it’s just walking distance from nenek’s house..so i don’t have to rush from office to pick him up.
3. It’s a turun temurun school….Nong-nong(stands for mama long but since apai cannot pronounce it properly when he was 1+…it became Nong-nong), uncle Joe, aunty yayang, maksu and aqid (beloved cousin bro) went to Villamaria…eerr except for me…i went to a french then indian kindy at Hanoi). So since it’s a turun temurun school…it’s like a must for Apai to enrol himslef to this kindergarten.
But…me, myself and I have another option which is Smart Reader but its located further than my mom’s house ( not a walking distance obviously)but in the vicinity of D-heights. I wanted to send him there because:
1. I was one of the evaluaters for an award and i evaluated Smart Reader…I find it very interesting because they create their own module,workbooks and etc;
2.I read testimonials on kids who were sent there can read an write well;
3.Oh well..overall i was just impressed with the whole concept..hey..as a mother of course i want the best for my kids.
I received so many feedbacks from my family..well of course majority wanted Apai to go to Villamaria.So after sessions of discussions with mr. Darcy…I decided to ….ok…lah follow lah the turun temurun thing.
So on one of the weekends, i made the announcement.
To to my surprise,
" i think Smart Reader is ok..you can try and send him there..for a change", Ayah said
"hmm..ok i’ll think about it again", i said .
Right..i didn’t take much time to decide….Smart Reader….here comes Apai….hehehe I’m so excited about it.
But many people were frustrated with my decicion…heheh even my bro-in law..said
" i couldn’t believe it she’s not sending Apai to Villamaria..its like a family school".
Yikes..sorry bro…made up my mind..just for a change..hehehe…hey when come to think of it…betul what..I’m the only one who didn’t go too villamaria..so…shouldn’t it be a turun temurun too?
Ok…so i decided to take Apai to see both schools before i register.
First stop…Smart Reader Strawberry Hills.
When i brought Apai there..they were doing some renovation works..so…the condition is a bit not condisive with dusts all over.I was really dissapointed with Apai’s comments.
" eee YUCK!!! I don’t like this place, I don’t want to go to school"
Second stop..Villamaria Kindergarten
And his comment was…
" I like this school Mama…so much fun!!!"
It took me…another week to really decide which school he goes to…and the decicion is final..and Apai is going to SMART READER.
Last week me and sis went to buy school stationaries…huhuhu..it used to be for myself now its for my son…errrkkk..so old now.
Anyways..i’m counting days to the first day of school..i dunno wat to expect..but i hope everything is going to be ok..and I’m so happy that my application for leave on the first week of jan has been approved! Hurraahh!!!

some sweet memories

I was sitting by the bed in the early morning after sahur. My darling boys were sleeping peacefully. Apai..as usual..has crossed the border between my bed and his…and amir…since the age of 2 mos ..has permanently bacame the great wall of china between me and Mr. Darcy.His crib became Apai’s deluxe toy box. He keeps his selected favourite toys, bedtime story books, golf balls and many more.
It felt like yesterday when I carried them in my huge belly. Apai was hyper in the tummy while Amir was such a good baby in the amniotic fluid but hehehe a bit aggresive now. I still remember those sleepless nites when they did their kick boxing, tai-ci and of course tae-kwan do.
Labour was sooooo painful. Pushing Amir was phewww…hard.Many big pushes..and i almost gave up. When he said hello to the world…i knew why it was so hard….he’s just 900gms less than 4 kgs!!
Confinement…i hate confinement. The most boring period in life. You can’t eat so many food…u can’t go out, u can’t sleep without socks,not to mention the unpaid overtime evry night for 44 days. The reward is puffed eyes and dark undereye circles..if you’re lucky…u’ll get eyebags tooo!!! Alhough i have to go through the sleepless nites..luckily i wasn’t alone..my dearest Mr. Darcy was always there taking turns to rock this 2 fellas. He’ll sing to them till they fell asleep again. Hmm selection of songs…from islamic to love songs to even lagu-lagu rakyat..e.g wau bulan , ala canggung…lol!!
But above all, i treasure those times eventhough i have to sacrify my beauty sleep. And no matter how much i wish to turn back the time…it will never come back…I’m getting older and the boys too!!
hehhehe all those memories made me laugh. Love u boys..( ok..make it 3 boys..how can i forget my Mr. Dacry?!!)..Love u boys so dearly.
I’ll always pray that I’ll live long enough to see u both grow and get the best in life. And I’ll always pray that both of u will always be in good health, jadi anak-anak yang solleh and sentiasa di bawah peliharaanNYA.
And my wish…my dear boys..is for both of you to remember your dear mama and papa everytime you perform your prayers.And pray for us when we are no more in this world…I could never ask for more…
Love you both…MMMUUAHHHS.

A Perfect Wife in the making

It’s a saturday and a fasting day in the holy month of Ramadhan. This Ramadhan’s resolution is to loose some weight. I can’t bear to look at those fat clinging on to my body and whenever i walk ..i feel them swaying from left to right . The beautiful part about this year’s Ramadhan is…i begin to develope the love for cooking. Hehhe I’m proud to say that since ramadhan started, I have not even step on the grounds of a Pasar Ramadhan. God…I’m so proud of myself (as usual).
Yep..i cook..i repeat..i cooked all the way. Be it kuih muih or the main dish.
So today..I asked Mr Darcy what he wants to eat and as usual..the common standard answer " hmm up to youlah…I tak kisah".
Pheww that really helps honey!
" mmm do you feel like eating kuih seri muka?",I asked.
Although I’ve never ever in my life make Seri Muka..
Oh my God i must be insane..I should have just told him to buy.
" ok..sounds good!"
Hearing that I jumped off my bed and walked slowly down the stairs heading towards the kitchen. Deep down in my heart i said to myself…wat a fool i am to have offered to make something that i’ve never done.
Picked up the phone and called my Recipe Helpline.
" Ma..what’s the recipe for Seri Muka?"
" Oh..u’re making it?..ok u need …bla bla bla", Mama said.
Wokey..Seri Muka..here I come….
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I lifted the "tudung" steamer…and …Oh Man…loads and loads of steam attacked my face…huh..that reminds me…when was the last time i pampered my face with facial treatment?…hmmmm oh yeah….i did it when i wasn’t even pregnant with my second child…Gee…are all moms like me? Putting so much effort to ensure that my "3 loyal customers" are satisfied with my service and because of that i neglected my own aging skin?!!!
Okie dokes..I’ve put in the top layer of the seri muka…closed the lid and waited patiently for the end result.I left the steamer with my specimen in it and went upstairs to perform prayers. After praying i saw my chubby baby sitting on my bed with the "bathe me now mama" look.
After putting on amir’s clothes…eeeekk..i remembered my green specimen in the steamer. I ran down to the kitchen and found the steamer steaming with no water in it!!!. I quikly poured in a big bowl of water and continued steaming. hmmm it’s a sign…a bad sign..
6.45pm…almost buka time. I lifted the lid of the steamer. Well..it looks…errr ok to me. I hope it tastes ok too.
Finally ..it’s buka time….woohooo!.
After the main course..which was..meehoon sup utara…i presented to my Mr Darcy…ze Seri Muka i made. Carefully he took a bite of it….i just stared at him. Then another bite…still nothing came out of his mouth. And followed by another bite…
" Hmmmm I like it..macam Mak selalu buat"
Huh???I stared at him again but this time with my mouth and eyes wide open. Did he just say…it tastes like his mom’s? Oh my GOD!!! I was so happy, excited and speechless…and i felt as though i’m gonna faint when i heard his comment…
Hehehhee…yippeee!!! Thank you Dah-ling for the comment.
So that motivated me to keep on rocking the kitchen. My confidence has increased..i’m looking forward for tommorow, the day after tommorow and the day after the day after tommorow’s buka puasa.Let’s see maybe i’ll try buah gula melaka..tepung talam..kuih ketayap …puding karamel…=)

Pasar Tani vs OU

Last week i took 2 days off from work…WoW!! it feels like heaven!!The last time i took leave was end of April. The objective of taking the 2 days off was simply because i wanted to spend time with my Azfar Nazrin a.k.a Apai. I felt that i’ve paid less attention to him since my chubby danial came.
Since it was thursday and it happens to be a pasar tani day at SS 14 PJ, me, myself and i have not been to this pasar tani since i started working and dats about 3 years back.
So i told Apai that both of us are going to watch Rattatoille(did i spell it rite?) at OU. But before that I’m going to the pasar tani with Nenek and Maksu and he and amir will have to stay at nenek’s as usual.
Suddenly..he started crying…and then came the turbulence. Yep..
very loud scream of " I wanna follow".
I said " No..I’m going just for a short while and it’s not a place for kids and when i come back..we’ll go straight to OU"
" I WANT TO FOLLOW!!!" he screamed again.
By then..I can see hot steam coming out from my ears….
" hmm ok if u wanna follow me now…there’s no OU..it’s either the Pasar Tani or OU…deal?"
Apai finally nodded…okie dokes..no need to let out more steam…he’s finally obliging. Good Boy…Dat’s my Boy.!!
"I want to follow u to pasar" he said slowly with his shoulders shaking as a result of extreme crying.
"huh?"
"ok fine no OU..no movies or watever" i said firmly.
And to my surprise..he agreed!!!
I stared at him and for i solid minute i was thinking to myself…how could a 4 year old child prefer to go to pasar tani than OU..ONE UTAMA???
And for another 30 seconds i was telling myself… "Anak sapa lah ni".
Finally he followed me to pasar tani…and later we went to OU to watch Ratt-ta-to-ee, go to the bookstore and ate Berber King ( as pronounced by Apai).
Well…we had fun..just the two of us..and i’m satisfied that i finally got the time to spend with him..just da two of us.
Hopefully we can get Mr Darcy to apply for leave before Ramadhan and we can all go for movies again…..=)

Nigella Lawson Wannabe…

Sunday morning…its here again…lying on the bed..looking at the ceiling….hmmm what do i cook today? breakfast, lunch and dinner.
" Ma..can we have breakfast now"
" hmm 5 mins k"
Ok that’s it..my mind just couldn’t think of what to cook. It’s bath time boys…bathing my baby needs extra care particularly the shampooing part …I have to make sure not even a tiny drop of water gets into his ears.(since he’s had 3 attacks of ear infections) Slowly i let the water run pas his ears..until no traces of shampoo is left.
Checklist no.1…bathe the boys…checked.
No.2…Fix a healthy breakfast.(now that’s a problem)
No.3..Lunch (no rice)
No.4..Dinner ( make sure its served before 7.00pm)
I was scanning the kitchen cabinet for food in the kitchen while my brain is working hard for a simple breakfast recipe i can cook for the 3 of us.
"Ahhah..got it.." Well.not a recipe actually.. I think i’ll settle for my usual teh tarik and hmm lets see maybe tosei or tosei telur at the nearest Mamak.
I ran upstairs to tell my Mr.Darcy of the brilliant idea i have for breakfast.
After closing a deal with Apai…(deal : stay home with bibik while mama and papa go out for a little while and of course mama will buy you chocolates and sweets.In the meantime enjoy your breakfast which is a bowl of yummy delicious cereal)
There..everything well planned…off we go to the Mamak’s for breakfast.Phewww..quite a relief.at least there’s some quiet quality moments for both of us.
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After a glass of teh tarik and a plate of Tosei Telur…i felt energetic..lying on the sofa I flipped the pages of the newspapers..urrgh boring stuffs except for the gossips on artists..who’s going out with who..this singer is doing this and bla bla bla.
Time flies so fast on Sundays…it’s already 2.00 pm?!! Walked straight to the kitchen..boiled some potatoes and in another pot i poured half a packet of macaroni into the boiling water.There..i’ll just leave it for 30 minutes.
Potatoes looked good….the macaronies cooked well. i took out the chopping board and started to chop the onions..chop chop chop…and suddenly i was in a different kitchen..chooping the onions…talking to the camera on tips to chop the onions…then i took out my fav pan..and saute the onions.Hmmm smells good!!( ..eeerr was actually fantasizing being Nigella Lawson on Dicovery Travel and Living Channel)
Threw in minced beef, tomato sauce, some seasoning, salt, pepper freshly mashed tomatoes… and let it simmer for a few a couple of minutes …mmm…smells good!( ..I’m so excited about baking a caserole..umm yummy…this is my first attempt to bake a caserole…and i’m already imagining my Mr Darcy praising me…."You are such a Good Cook..!!!Didn’t know i married a good cook!!")
Heheh I’m already smiling while i carefully cover the top layer of my caserole with slices of cheddar cheese…WHAT??!! Sliced cheddar cheese??? Nigella Lawson is gonna kill me…nobody uses sliced cheddar cheese in their caseroles..Aren’t you suppose to use the big chunk of cheddar cheese and grate them??..Well, i don’t have a recipe…i put in whatever i thot would be nice…Nigella cooks without refering to a recipe anyway!..Ok take it easy. Everything’s gonna be just fine…Mr. Darcy is gonna be so proud of me…..
Right..there goes the caserole dish in the oven. 180 degrees…30 minutes will do…
Krriinggg..krrriiingggg…Yay!! my caserole is ready…..took out the dish and took my first breath of the delicious looking caserole.( actually there’s a little burnt looking cheese here and there…)
Table is set..i laid down the caserole on the dining table..and called Apai and my Mr.Darcy for….hmmm i should say..tealunch.Oh GOD I’m so excited…to present the first baked dish i made after 5 years of marriage…=).
After Apai reciting the doa makan, Mr Darcy just stared at the Caserole…"Go..on..try it..It’s GOOD!" I said.
"Alamak..is it cheese?" asked Mr. Darcy.
I saw him frowning. Oh! Bugger..bugger I forgot my Mr. Darcy doesn’t really eat cheese!!??. So i married this kampung guy..half of his life grew up in KL, and spent a few years in West Palm Beach, Florida and sad to say he doesn’t like CHEESE.
" just try..it’s not like the usual cheese taste..it’s..really really good", great..i’ve used up my energy to cook this wonderful dish and wasted my time pretending to be Nigella lawson ..only to see he ate a small portion of it.
I waited for any praisals from him…nope..none.Suddenly..
"Mmmm so good Mama..can you make more?!!!",said Apai.
"Ok."..there goes my fantasy of getting praised by Mr. Darcy after all the hard work i’ve done.
There goes my weekend…as a part time domestic goddess and a full time supermom…i failed to reach the KPI for the weekend which is:
1. Cook 3 healthy meals.
2. Make Amir’s baby food for the week.( I did..but enough for 2.5 days)
It’s ok..Chill…looks like i better make Laksa next weekend rather than baking another caserole.:P