Mak was 73 last Monday ...

We had a good get2gather-gather at No8, except for 1 menantu, and 4 cucu and 1 cucu inlaw. Adik Ipar and biras was there too (Pak Ngah & Mak Ngah).

Along sponsored Satay, as Thira cooked the Pasta, Lia with her Red Velvet Cup Cake, and Tanty with the Birthday Cup Cakes as well as a cupcake each for all Mothers. Not sure who brought the Mee mamak, but food were in abundance.

As refreshment, we had orange and laichee. The idea of disposable cup and plates are fantastic, it ease the cleaning up and reduce water usage as well.

Qila MC again as she did during Wan's Birthday ... exactly a year ago @6teenjlnsampan, and this round its quiz about Wan. Somehow Pak Ngah new most of the answer.


Along send this SMS:

• Greeting brothers n sister, thank you for making mum's birthday bash a success. To all my nephew n nieces, it was a splendid occasion to be together except for those who r not in town n overseas. Thanks a billion.

To all, we say thank you, to mak we say ... we love you, may Allah SWT keep you always in his Hidayah and we hope for more happy healthy years to come. As much as we do not intend to count the years that past, we will always appreciate what we have always ... the bonus years.

Everyday is Mothers Day ...

Yes 365 days, and 366 days during the leap year.

Well, at least for those who needs a specific day, yesterday was the day. Good for those who thrive from the commercial part of it, cards, cakes and gift. Well no matter what, I think mothers do enjoy them too, when the children do give them a hug, wish them, (not even more) but do enjoy the gift showered unto them.

Am not, for it actually ... seriously you think of your mother only on the day someone say its mothers day,,, and that's why I post this today ... yes today.

Actually, I do enjoy reading some of the write up and wishes by children to their mum, and one that I would like to share here some statement I read from the Star yesterday 08052011,

Whenever my sisters and I are out with mum and someone stops us to say,

"Iswander, you are so lucky to have such nice daughters,"

I smile. Actually, I wish I could stop them and say,

"We are the the luckiest girl to have her as our mother."

We Love you, Mum. Happy Mothers Day

or this one from the Malay Mail 04052011, titled Mummy dearest, where the writer writes about how sanctity of motherhood are tainted by some who gave birth to a/any child and yet did not do or did not know how to be a mother. He continue by saying that,

"It's a sad thing to see motherhood tainted with such stupidity and callousness.

It gives a real bad name to the sacred duty of being a mother.

Thank goodness the cases, while shocking and deplorable, are few.

Most Mothers out there are the genuine article,

willing to give their all to and for their children.

They provide the necessary, love, comfort and guidance

for their children to grow up to be useful and well-adjusted members of society.

To this mums, have a Happy Mother's Day"

Yesterday, do drop by to visit her, drop by for lunch occasionally, and call her as much as I can, if and when I am busy!!! (busy really ...) But being a mother, if and when she do not see you, or hear from you, she will be the one calling. "Just wanna know if you are well, and all is fine," she'll say.

What more can you say, love you Mak.

Mak dan Baba

Wednesday, 16th February 2011

Took Baba to Hospital Putrajaya for his regular Blood Transfusion (every 3 weeks), and today he need to be transfused only by 1 pint, of the regular 2 and occasionally 3 pint or bags. Sham took him yesterday for the regular check with the Doctor. When I arrived, a little bit late than usual, he is ready to go, Ateh took Mum to Klinik Kesihatan Seksyen 7, for her regular checkup also as usual, except that it coincide with Baba today.

Left about 12.40pm, because no one to cover to pick up Adam, Ayyub and alisha from School, so Sham took over, they are home by about 4pm.

Mum call, saying that she will no be able to attend ngaji tonite, as she's not well, her leg has a minor cut, due to a fall.

Thursday, 17th February 2011

Checked on Mum and Dad. Mum's cut was not bad, but somehow the bleeding was quite heavy, after some basic dressing and a new plaster, plus some ice to ease the ache, hopefully she should be better.

Earlier, read an email from Sham, and here's the story ...



Let us Learn to appreciate by reading this story………..really heart wrenching moment.

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the first interview; the director did the last interview, made the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the
postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".

The director asked, "Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, "Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, "Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: "Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'
The Director asked, "please tell me your feelings."

The youth said,
Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not be the successful me today.
Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.
Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, "This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The
company's performance improved tremendously.

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them
experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.


At home, trying to get the children to understand responsibility is such a job, getting angry and upset is easy, wondering whether they realise that do it right the first time, doing it when you were asked and helping whenever possible should be natural. Things like ...

Kitchen

1. Wash at least your own plate and glass after use.
2. Clean the sink afterward
3. Clear and cover what's left on the table.

Internet

• Keep up to the curfew, 12 midnite, and if really you got work to do, soonest possible. Better still, sleep early and wake up early to continue.

Toilet/Washroom

1. Doa - A'uzubika minnal khubutsi wal khabaits'
2. Close the door
3. Maintain cleanliness and keSUCIan.
4. Doa - Ghufranaka
5. Close the door, switch off the lights.
6. Flush as you go