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    May 31

    Pre-Celebration

     
      

    Pau2's 5th Birthday Celebration from Zee SHK on Vimeo.

    HBK


    .: Heart Breaker Kid

    An Earlier Celebration


    A party - as usual - on the last day of the school term.


    This year, Ibu Ros suggested giving Pau2 a surprise - to have his June birthday celebrated in school (since June is the holiday season, he has not had the chance to celebrate with his friends in school). So, I conspired with his teachers, who had kindly taken these photos (and more) and some videos of the celebration.

    Pau2 was naturally very surprised and pleased.


      
    .: With his brother.                                                       


    .: The Kinder Kids.



    Kinder Years


    Boys in school ...


      



    Treasures!


    Obviously, some digital housekeeping is in progress...

    (thus explained the burst of uploads here).




    Same Difference



    .: Frequently mistaken as twins .. I wonder why.



    .: Frequently siesta together ..


    .:  .. regardless of location or situation.

    May 29

    ..tsk ...tsk

     

    Someone did something that is very ‘naughty’.

    Tsk tsk .. and now The New Paper has picked it up

    and how things have snowballed … tsk tsk.

     

    May 28

    N/N/S

    ……….

     

    Senyumanmu satu azimat
    Buat diriku yang hina
    Manusia terpinggir melara
    Tak pernah kenal erti bahagia
    Namun ku masih gembira
    Bagiku rahmat semuanya

     

    ……….

    May 27

    It's HERE

     

    Do you know what this means?

    There goes the June holidays plans …

     

    SINGAPORE HAS FIRST H1N1 FLU CASE

    SINGAPORE (Reuters) - The Singapore government on Wednesday confirmed the city-state's first H1N1 flu case, a 22-year-old Singaporean woman who is being quarantined in hospital and is the latest of nearly 13,000 cases worldwide.

     

    http://www.reuters.com/article/GCA-SwineFlu/idUSTRE54Q0EK20090527

     

    First Love

     

    Yesterday, the usual follow-up call @ 12pm.

     

    Me: Hi sayang! How was school?

     

    (Imin rattled off what he did in school, his spelling test etc. Then he said …  )

     

    Imin: Today, Mirza (his classmate) left early and … (mumble, mumble) cry … because … mumble, mumble) love each other.

     

    Me: Sorry? What did you say? Mirza left and who cried? And why?

     

    Imin:  Mirza left school early today, Ibu …

     

    Me: Why? What’s wrong with him?

     

    Imin: He was coughing … and then, Insyirah .. (mumble, mumble) love …

     

    (SIDETRACK: Gosh, it’s hard sometimes trying to figure what the boy is saying.)

     

    Me: Imin, I don’t understand ... Mirza left early?

     

    Imin: Yes.

     

    Me: ... because he was coughing?

     

    Imin: Yes.

     

    Me: So … so what has Insyirah (their classmate) has to do with it?

     

    Imin: … Insyirah cried .. but for one and a half second only ….

     

    Me: Err .. ok. And why did she cry?

     

    Imin: Because Mirza left early … Insyirah cried because they love each other.

     

    Me: WHAT?!

     

    Imin: Yes, Ibu … I heard them say.

     

    Me: Who are the ‘them’?

     

    Imin: Mirza and Insyirah.

     

    Me: You heard them say ‘I love you’ to each other?

     

    Imin: Yes. Insyirah cried … but only for one and a half second only.

     

    Me: Err … urm.. ok.

     

    Ladies and gentlemen, kindly be reminded that my eldest is 6 years old and is presently still attending K2 lessons.

     

    May 23

    Trapped

    Oh .. I have to say this.

    Friday morning, as Hubs stepped out to work, with the boys in tow (boys to school, not work), I was telling him: Malasnya nak pergi kerja. I can't imagine the mess I have to work through.


    Hubs, politically-correct as usual, said: Remember, who paid for your studies ...

    Well ... if that's the ammunition, then what's my defence going to be?


    Post-E Blues


    Past midnight, and I am still awake. In fact, I'm awake doing nothing ... mucking around. Looking for something to do.

    Ibu Ros calls this 'post-exam' behaviour. My body's tired, my head's pounding, but my eyes wide awake. I call this 'stupid-and-silly-me' behaviour.

    In the car, on the way to BC, I was telling her: 'I thought I would look forward so much to today ... I was wrong ...'

    (And Oh, please do not get me started on what happened @ work today .. I can't even know here to begin ...)
    And here I am ... Wondering what to do next.

    (Earlier, the moment I reached BC, I fried some keropoks. Next, I pulled down all the books from my treasured bookshelf and reorganize everything ... and I still feel kinda lost.)


    May 22

    Before & After

     
       
    .: Gave Ms Jelly here a makeover just now ...
     

    A, B or C

     
    There are many ways to revise.

     

    Some people would look at past years’ questions and will try to work on those – hoping that some of the questions would make an encore. Some will get lucky, as some questions DO get recycled, albeit via a very flimsy masking of the original question. Hurray …

     

    Some, when faced with many, many chapters to revise, would focus only on specific chapters. They would pour all their energies into the selected chapters - say half out of 14 - and skilled themselves in all manners possible to tackle any questions that arise from the selected chapters. Some do get lucky, as some of the questions DO come from the selected few chapters. Hurray …

     

    Some are, well … anxious. They are not satisfied with Plan A – Study Exam Questions, nor are they contented with Plan B – Selected Chapters Only. They need to know ALL. They need to have an overview of ‘what the heck it is all about’. So, what do they do? They studied ALL chapters in association to the module. Well … of course, these people get ‘lucky’ – questions do come from any ONE of ALL chapters anyways. However, people who revised in this manner are often not masters-of the-trade. Due to the heavy volume they are attacking, their grasp of each chapter is just that – an overview. The ability to approach any question is there but to what depth … well, that’s subjective.

     

    Some may go with Plan C – Study All Chapters, but due to the massive volume, decide to incorporate a Plan B as well, albeit on a very minute scale - to drop a chapter or two or three, hoping that the discarded chapters would not make an appearance on the big day. I mean, really and surely, when you have studied almost ALL chapters, what are the odds that the ones which you DID not study for will be featured? Very unlikely, right?

     

    Well, I went for Plan C, with a dash of Plan B - as in, instead of dropping two or three chapters, I only dropped one. This is the one chapter that I totally cannot stomach. On top of these, I also did a Plan A. So basically, you could say that I did almost all the Plans - that well-prepared I was (or so I thought .. cheh).

     

    And you know what happened last night? The very chapter that I discarded made a very unwelcoming appearance – get this – as one of the must-be-answered set of questions.

     

    Twenty marks gone just like that.


    May 14

    The Last Birthday

    Yesterday, 13 May 2009, was Bibik's 30th birthday.

    As usual, we had a small celebration – with a cake and presents. Bibik, as in previous years, was touched and shed tears. Perhaps, more this time, as this would be the last time she was celebrating her birthday with us – her contract's ending and she is going back to Indonesia in June.


    Ibu Ros and I have explained to the boys about Bibik's going away. As expected, they appeared to be unaffected. Naivety and innocence dominate much of childhood years, I should say. The boys are not exactly close to Bibik – but Bibik has been with us for two years, and her constant presence means that she is just as much as a family member. We are also very fortunate that Bibik is quite motherly – when the need arises, she looks after the boys as she would her own, and the boys often get their way with her. When the boys leave for school, quranic classes or leave the house, for that matter, they would always 'salam' Bibik. This is a standard practice that we have at Ibu Ros' house, even with the previous Bibiks. Adults are to be respected – regardless of who they are – when it comes to children.


    As we were eating the cake, I told Imin to give Hubs a ring – it was close to dinner time and I wanted to know if Hubs was anywhere nearby. Imin rang and murmured some words over the phone. In the midst of eating, and talking, and crying (mostly Bibik), I overheard snippets of Imin's one-sided conversation:


    'Where are you, Ayah ...?'
    'You know, it's Bibik's birthday today ...'

    ' ... she's going away ...'


    Suddenly, Ibu Ros nudged me and we both turned and looked at Imin. Imin had burst into tears! He actually cried at the mention that Bibik was going away for good.


    Ah reality finally bites, I presume. But hmm ... I cannot help but think that my own son has never cried when I have to leave him – when I went to Mecca last year or during my annual honeymoon getaways.


    I guess, Imin's growing up after all. He understands now that really, this time, 'going away' is not to come back again at all.


    Happy 30th Birthday, Bibik ...

    May 13

    Dear Hubs ...


    If you are reading this, I just want you to know that
    Your wireless laser mouse hates me and
    I hate it too. We hate each other.
     
    Sincerely
    Your Wife.

    Yippee!

     

    Two happy things happened yesterday, 12 May 09.

     

    Thing 01

    Pau2 has finally ‘graduated’ to Quran! Wow … Unfortunately, I didn’t get to be present for his ‘graduation’ but Ibu Ros had it all on video. So, when I reached home at about 10.20pm, I quickly reached for the camera and viewed it all.

     

    Amazingly, albeit he was very unhappy a couple of days ago – to the extent that I had to compromise that he only need to read one page per night – it was a different picture altogether. On camera, he was a bubbly boy and I noticed that he went on to the second page of Al Baqarah – without even so much as a pout! And Ibu Ros just informed me, if I had been there, I would be so proud of him – he had wanted to read on and on.

     

    Sigh … who would have thought my boys – both under 7, are reading the Holy Book now? Any mother would have been so proud Smile

     

    Thing 02

    Notice that I ‘reached home at about 10.20pm’ despite blogging earlier that I would only be done at 10.30pm? Hee. Yes, I did! I finished an exact hour earlier than expected, went to find a corner and quickly called on Hubs to come and zoom me home. And I reached home in good time to gaze at catch Grissom in CSI.LA!

     

    Wink

     

    May 11

    Why oh Why


    Mediacorp decides to play a joke on me, tomorrow. It's showing CSI.LA tomorrow on 5, at 10pm. Yes – CSI.LA aka Grissom. TOMORROW. 10pm. GRISSOM! TOMOROW. 10PM.

    Knowing fully well that I will only be done by 10.30pm, tomorrow.

    ARGHHH!!


    May 09

    Theory vs Practical

     

    Do you know that while English dominates the Internet, the users for whom English is a first language is lower than those for whom English is not a first language?

     

    Allow me to consider my boys.

     

    While their race, following Hubs’, is Malay, 98% of their communication is being conducted in English. To speak in English, to them, is as routine as blinking. When they are to converse in Malay, there is an evident struggle, as they search into their limited vocabulary for the appropriate Malay words and finding the right gestures to accompany their response in Malay.

     

    Thus, my boys, while Malay in race, and effectively Malay should be their first language, are more expressive and true to themselves if English is their medium of communication.

     

    So, would English be considered as their first or second language?

     

    20 Winks

     

    I’m amazed. You are wearing so many hats – employee, mother, wife, student – at least, workwise, I can definitely say your attitude is never waning, you are always able to deliver, regardless of task and timeline. And just now, you say, you will still be at home, with your family for the next crucial 2 weeks, not even thinking of going anywhere during the weekend to study on your own, without distractions… well, I am amazed. I could never do that – I’d probably just leave my children and my husband and the maid and off I go to the library or something to study for exams. The stress you are under! I am very amazed! You are … almost … noble.

     

    Huh? Hee. Err … ok, thanks very much lah. That’s not much to it, really. No one forces me to do THIS at THIS point in my life – I walked into THIS with eyes wide open, so why should people around me have to (fingers bending in the air, gesturing inverted commas) “suffer” anymore than they do now? Hee.

     

    So … you don’t sleep, do you? At nights, you say you revised and did your assignments. You don’t sleep at all?

     

    No lah! Of course, I did and I do. Hee. I just sleep less.

    Sleepy