- Dad of 4+1
- Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
- A 40 something dad of five and a half wonderful kids with amazingly different traits and temperament from whom he wants a break from at times, yet wish they never grow older.....and be with him always.....(howzat possible?)and now wishing that he can be a stay at home dad......
30 November, 2006
29 November, 2006
"this world is not about judging but understanding di[J]ah™"
Gawd...isnt it a bit deep for a 12 year old to say that kinda thing? I certainly had not reached that kind of maturity in thinking at that age....I was still fooling around with my pals, which I do not regret at all! To me, she's still my baby. Geez....is it time to slowly let her go? I'm not ready, honestly. Everytime as i read her blog, I always say to myself - wow....she's grown sooo much, at an alarming rate, LOL! I hope i still have 5 more years to "suffocate" her but then again....come to think of it, she's sub-consciously asking us to slowly let her go and allow her some space......Aah....reminds me of the song Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle; a very beautiful song indeed. Here's the lyrics.
There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's
daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her
hair; "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong I know I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.
Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.
But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.
All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Spread your wings and fly.
She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not
sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"
Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have
done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
kisses-I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.
I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.
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28 November, 2006
Well...in the interim, no nappy changing and story telling..I get to do the things I like which is lazing around the house without interruption! LOL
The Buffet spread
Left to right : Rebung & Perut Masak Lemak;
Daging masak asam pedas with daun limau purut
Clockwise from right: Ikan masin, kacang botol and sambal belacan
The only disappointment of Memeng's wedding reception, to me, was how the food was served - buffet style. I was hoping for the dishes to be served at the dining table like the good old days; but you do need a lot of people to help serve all the guests, though, of which help is difficult to come by nowadays! However, the buffet spread titillated my sensories to the max which inevitably made my displeasure somewhat negligible.
27 November, 2006
26 November, 2006
THE SILAT PENGANTIN
WAITING FOR SILAT PENGANTIN
DILLA WELCOMING THE GROOM, MEMENG
Well.....I truly enjoyed myself today attending the bersanding ceremony and the reception at the bride's place despite the heavy downpour. Yup the bride indeed has a name, Dilla!
When we (my family and I) arrived, no one else was there and we decided to park our car by Tasik Biru to enjoy the scenery while waiting for the entourage. A slight hitch which caused the delay - my dear cousin misplaced his blue "songket" which he was supposed to don during the bersanding ceremony. We waited patiently (my kids not included- the three boys were busy attempting to inflict injury amongst them. Boys will be boys!.....LOL) for almost an hour. We were met by a group of kompang boys who accompanied us for the procession to Dilla's house. I have not been to a kampung wedding for a loooong time...It's always the sterile, well planned with complete boring protocols weddings in KL. To me, weddings which do not have the flaws and hitches are not weddings ( I know super melancholy guys (read Littauer's Personality Plus) will cringe at this thought!) E.g. yesterday's wedding - there was the groom who misplaced his "kain samping"; the heavy downpour which caused flash flood (yours truly walked barefoot to get his car to avoid his suede shoes being drenched) etc...That's what make a wedding a memorable one!
And I tell ya, the food was damn bloody gorgeous not to mention a wee bit wicked (i will post later on this). We, then, adjourned to one of my aunts' house in Kg Melayu Subang for tea (we had bubur teochew; pisang goreng; popiah goreng; kuih kasturi and of course kopi kampung!). Well it's the end of part one of the wedding......and the celebration continues this coming weekend in Muar; cant wait for the briyani.....yum..yum.....As for now, back to the rat race!
25 November, 2006
This school holidays mark the end of singleton days for at least two of my cousins. Geez...I can still remember carrying them around in my arms and feeding them with bottled milk. How time has really flown past. In 15 years time it will be my turn to give away my daughter....(sigh.....), provided that she stops saying "I hate boys!". My Yusof has vowed that he will never get married so that he can look after us....aint that sweet. I know this will be transient and the minute he reaches puberty ....it's a different story altogether (Dont you just want to give this stage a miss - all the explanation and stuff! I'll cross the bridge when the time requires me to do so. As for now.....reading a lot of materials to get myself prepared).
This avo will be the "akad nikah"" (solemnisation of marriage) ceremony for Azmir aka Memeng some where near Tasik Biru, Kundang. I was to contribute fruits for one of "hantaran"/gifts to the bride which I almost forgot yesterday; thank god for my mum reminding me. Hit Avenue K after work about 8 pm to get them and got like three huge plastic bags worth of fruits. This fruit stall at Avenue K is worth a visit. They sell the fruits fresh and prices are very reasonable. If you are looking for bargains, visit them 8ish p.m coz they will be clearing items of the day; like last eve. I bought fresh dates at RM10 for 4 packs which otherwise would have been 3 packs for that price. This is our fruit stall haunt for the past one year. Whoops...I have digressed...
Anyway, can anyone tell me why are weddings predominantly held during schools holidays? Once the school terms starts, the urge in the brides and grooms also halt? It's not as if the weddings are held during weekdays during school holidays? I tell you, my parents normally receive 6-7 wedding invites a day for weekends during the school holidays and I truly admire them for making the effort to go to each and every one of the "khenduri"/wedding reception. We have one "akad nikah" today and two receptions tomorrow and I'm like already feeling exhausted reading the invitation card. Ah well.....like my mum always says "Kalau tak pergi khenduri orang, orang pun nanti tak datang your khenduri". Yup we are going to both the receptions tomorrow. Will post some photos of Memeng's akad nikah l8er!
24 November, 2006
Khadijah is moving to secondary school next year and we, as for now, have not secured a place for her. A lot of bureaucracy for us to deal with at the moment. Khadijah and Yusof are currently enrolled in a non-government school in Gombak. We are planning to move her to an established government school as, I dont think that I can give her support at home with secondary education (left this era looooong time ago). Her school which she attends now is a fairly young school and I think that an experienced and fully trained teaching personnels are required for this level.
I have been making a lot of phone calls to inquire the steps and procedures which we should embark on but, as I found out yesterday, it's relatively easy......There's this pro-forma which we need to fill in "Permohonan Kemasukan Murid Ke Sekolah Menengah Kerajaan/Bantuan Kerajaan Kementerian Pelajaran Malaysia" - a two pager but with loads of documents to support the application. One phone call to the relevant department to inquire the schools which we can apply for Khadijah was met with "Owh.....dari sekolah swasta tak boleh pilih2 sekolah. Sekolah2 yang bagus langsung tak da di dalam list untuk budak2 dari sekolah swasta. Cuma ada sekolah2 "biasa" sahaja". I was like....? Excuse me, I also pay tax every year without fail and why the discrimination? My hunch is that all the controlled schools are reserved for the well connected despite the fact that the "candidates" do not meet the grades required for admission (got to know this from a teacher who said that it's difficult for the teachers to ensure that the grades for major exam are within the government's expectation because of this whole load of crap admitting students not based on merit.....). Ah well, I have yet to explore further on this as I still have not started filling in the form.....That's for this weekend!
22 November, 2006
21 November, 2006
Anyway here's to good 13 years & more to come, with God's grace Insya Allah!!!!
20 November, 2006
Dont want them
But have to have them.....
Well, our maid has just dropped a bombshell tonight that she wants to go back on a half month's leave (she's only been with us about 8 months now?)! We are already freakin'....Her dearest mum has taken ill and she wants to take care of her. What about her other 5 siblings and not forgetting her dad? Apparently they all have their work commitment and as if she does not have any obligation here in the household???
Will update on the progress...As for now my decision is "muktamad" that she has to stay put. I offered to send some money home since she said, initially, it will cost money to get a nurse to take care of her mum but she refused. We'll see........
18 November, 2006
16 November, 2006
When wifey arrived at school Khadijah was in tears expecting the worst...Yours truly, so unlike me, was terribly late to witness this. When I arrived both wifey and Khadijah were in tears hugging and kissing..and the minute Khadijah saw me, she practically grabbed me (for a minute I thought I was to be made her punching bag to let go of her frustration) by my neck and hugged me and kissed me.....(whoa.......! whoa.....! That was really touching, man. But had to keep my cool; deep inside I was crying...tears of joy. The feeling was awesome)....Congratulations darling!
15 November, 2006
14 November, 2006
These few days, my sincere question to Khadijah about how she feels is always met with "Dont wannna talk about it" even though my questions are general in nature... Hey, excuse me for asking and being a concerned dad, albeit overly! Kids nowadays (sigh)...! Not as if we are pressurising her whatsoever expecting her to get straight As? But as parents, in our zeal to seek the best for our children, we stand guilty of not allowing them space to grow...... (sigh...). But where do you draw the line ? This is the million dollar question! Well as for me, it's really trial-and-error parenting and a mixture of what worked for my parents (well I certainly have come out alright.....!) and adapting it to this globalisation era...My hope is that my children will be wholesome individuals who know how to enjoy and savour every minute of their lives and live life to the fullest and not just being mere above average straight As scoring individuals! C'est la vie!