Umairah : Words of a day

Sepit-sepit = turunkan seat menyandar kereta sehingga boleh baring

Umi : mmg bengang betul time ni... kite tengah drive, nak cepat sbb nak balik masak utk berbuka, die nak sepit-sepit... "Umi, kakak nak buat mcm ni (pegang seat kereta) macam sepit-sepit"... Apala mende sepit-sepit ni.... nak marah pun ada, last die dah ngamuk2, dah terguling2 dalam kete baru die ckp "Mcm nak tido tu la sepit-sepit!!" Ya Allah bertuah nyer anak... tu rupanya maksud sepit-sepit, 20 minit gaduh ngan die dalam kete.....

DHIA : Berjalan

Dhia berjalan.... seminggu dua tiga minggu sebelum birthday, Dhia dah bertatih2 tapi mcm tak confident nak jalan.... Dua hari lepas birthday Umi tgk Dhia dah confident nak jalan... tapi mcm orang mabuk, jalan terhuyung hayang... janji jalan pastu boleh sepak bola... suka la sangat, first time dapat berjalan terus sepak bola..... tapi tak stabil lagi la berjalan... kepala pun benjol2

Umairah : Word of a day

Sherloket = coklat

Contoh ayat :

"Umi.... kakak nak sherloket Umi...."

"Umi... kek kakak ada sherloket..."

A Birthday Party

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Celebration birthday fasa pertama.... on the day Dhia was born a year a go, 14 August 2009. Fasa pertama celebration ni dengan Abi sebab on the day party itself Abi pegi meniaga. Potong kek coklat jer....

Fasa kedua

A Birthday Party for Muhammad Dhia Hamzah & Hanis Umairah

Hari Sabtu (15 August 2009) @ Bukit Sekilau

Birthday party to both of them, kalau ikut tarikh just birthday celebration for Dhia tapi on Nenek nyer request, buat la birthday Umairah skali. Actually birthday Umairah pada 8 September nanti tapi memandangkan masa tu bulan puasa, nenek ngan atok pun takde sbb gi umrah, so kite celebrate skali ngan birthday adik.....

The food.... simple je for simple party

Birthday kek Dhia...

Happy Birthday to Hanis Umairah.... Happy Birthday to you.....

Happy Birthday to Muhammad Dhia Hamzah.... Happy birthday to you....

Angah & Angah

Umairah & Kek

Sebahagian jemputan....

Umi & Birthday Boy....

Nina.... (mase ni Umairah dah tido kepenatan)

Fasa ketiga.

Malamnya, sesi bukak hadiah......

Dah siap2 bukak....

Atok ngan Abi la pulak melayan main hadiah Umairah... layan betul nih....

Sampai ending baru diorg bagi Umairah abiskan......

What a day......

Happy Birthday Dhia!!

Tomorrow.... 14 August 2009

Birthday Muhammad Dhia Hamzah......

Baru jer rase lepas bersalin Dhia... esok dah setahun pun anak kecik Umi....

Dhia... Umi lahirkan pada 14 ogos 2008 (Khamis) jam 3.20pg... anak kedua Umi ni lahir pada hari pertama minggu ke-37 Umi mengandung... 7 hari lepas tu Abi dan Umi namakan Muhammad Dhia Hamzah yang bermaksud Muhammad = Yg terpuji, Dhia = Sinaran, Hamzah = Kebijaksanaan.... nama Dhia jugak sempena nama arwah atok sebelah Abi, Atok Mohd Diah dan atok sebelah Umi, Atok Hamzah.

Hari ke-16 kelahiran Dhia, Abi dan Umi adakan Majlis Aqiqah dan hari ke-21 upacara mencukur kepada Dhia.

Dhia dilahirkan 2.5kg.... Anak kecik Umi ni baru nak pandai berjalan... bertatih2... dengan full support daripada Kakak yang suke sorak bile adik berjalan.....

Segalanya berlalu dengan pantas... Happy Birthday my dear Dhia..... Umi love you!!

Congratulations to Pak Lang.....

Congrats to Pak Lang....

On your convocation last Sunday (9 Ogos 2009)

Jadikla orang berguna... carik la keje secepat mungkin... hahaha..... Kalau takde keje meh la jaga anak Umi ni ha.... train si Dhia ni berjalan....

To Mak Dee... congrats also... walaupun Mak Dee and Pak Lang Tingtong (Mak Dee yg panggil) dah takde pape... we're still hoping ada pape.. (umi terpaksa edit sebab Paklang marah!! takut balik kang umi kene belasah) hehehe... oppsss... jangan marah ye... Sweet je korang nyer graduation... hope I was there tapi apa kan daya, dlm musim H1N1 ni mmg tak berani nak bwk anak2 ke public.... anyway this thread is dedicate to both of you.... Semoga success dalam hidup....

This is a disaster..... to Umi!

Kisahnya.... tengahari tadi.... dua beradik ni tido dalam bilik... Umi pun sbb tgh byk keje rumah nak buat... takde la nak jengok budak2 ni dalam bilik... biasa kalau diorg lapar... diorg nangis nak susu.... tapi takde bunyi nangis ke ape ke.... memang aman dan tenteram di tengahari hari Ahad... Umi pun dengan senang hati nye dok siang ikan kat dapur... siap2 kemas dapur... dah penat2 ingatkan nak mandi la sebelum solat zohor... masuk je bilik...... nak amik towel.... AAARGGGGGGHHHHHH................

Dua beradik ni.... senyap2 buat komplot.... Kakak panjat meja solek Umi... amik beg mekap Umi yang Umi sorok belakang meja solek.... dua2 ni buat keje..... tapi yang teruknya Dhia la.... tengok muka die... siap makan lipstik lagi.... Umi nak marah? Mmg nak marah tapi Umi gelak guling2 dulu..... dah amik gambar siap2.... baru la Umi marah..... hishhh geramnya budak dua orang nih... buat pakatan.... abis karpet sume... untuk kali keduanya Umi mandikan si Umairah ngan Dhia nih....

Kesimpulannya abis la mekap2 Umi... yang Umi buat koleksi... (konon2 nak jadik mak andam la kan...) jahanam.... jahanam.....

Especially for Auntie Nieyza

Dear Auntie Nieyza.....

This is Umi's favorite pic coz susah sangat Auntie Nieyza nak amik gambar dengan Kakak kan.... since siang hari reunion tu Auntie mintak nak amik gambar dengan Kakak tapi kakak taknak... ngamuk2... marah2 kat Auntie... jap lagi dlm bilik karaoke ni, tah macam mana Kakak boleh tak perasan Umi dok kat kerusi depan Auntie... Kakak sibuk tanye Auntie " Umi mana?" banyak2 kali lak tu... boleh tak perasan Umi....

Time ni la Umi snap gambar Kakak ngan Auntie Nieyza ngan Zara... There you go... dapat gak gambar Kakak ngan Auntie Nieyza ngan Zara eventhough gambar candid..... tapi Umi suka....

For you Nieyza... bile lagi kan... jarang jumpa ni...

Umairah : First Day to School

First day Kakak to school... actually bukan la formal school pun... taska jer tapi taska untuk 2 - 4 thn under KEMAS. Taska Permata. Pagi-pagi dah kejut Kakak, excited jer Kakak mandi pagi2... tak penah Kakak bangun mandi pagi2 kecuali pagi raya.

Sampai kat sekolah, semangat Kakak ni... nak bawak bag sendiri tapi sbb bag besar so Umi bawakkan la....

Sampai angkat seluar Kakak berjalan.... hehehe...

Dalam kelas Kakak.... muka dah monyok sket.... tapi Kakak still maintain

Umi & Abi dah nak pegi keje, nak hantar adik pegi rumah nenek.... Kakak tak nangis....

Sampai-sampai rumah nenek... nenek yang nangis... Yelah, Umi tak rasa sedih sgt kot sbb mmg siang2 Umi tinggal kakak pegi keje, Nenek yang jaga kakak since keluar dari perut, pastu lepas pantang, everyday Nenek jaga Kakak. One day bila Kakak takde kat rumah Nenek, sunyi sangat, Nenek sedih.... sampai petang Nenek nangis.... malam Nenek call lagi tanyekan Kakak.....

At the end of the day....

Petang semalam, Umi & Abi amik Kakak kat sekolah, lama jugak Umi borak ngan Cikgu. Cikgu kata Kakak ok, pandai berkawan, cuma jadual die still takleh nak ikut jadual sekolah lagi tapi Cikgu tak paksa sbb takut nanti Kakak tension, lagipun die baru lagi. So Cikgu ikutkan je ragam Kakak. Tengahari tu ada la Kakak nangis kejap sbb teringat kat rumah tapi sekejap jer... maybe die bosan sbb time tido kawan2 sume tido, die takleh tido. Bile time orang lain bangun main, die baru nak tido, Cikgu kesian kat die, Cikgu tak kejutkan die.... So masa Umi amik Kakak petang tu, Kakak tengah tido lagi..... Risau gak kalau2 Kakak nangis taknak pegi sekolah sbb sepanjang dalam kete balik rumah kakak senyap jer... tapi bile dah ok.... "Kakak suka pegi sekolah!"

Leganya hati Umi.... pastu macam2 la citer yang keluar.... seronok la tu kot.....

Unexpected

Kelmarin... tv3 siarkan movie Mukhsin... tribute to Yasmin Ahmad... lama kan tak tgk citer ni... Umi pun layan la... anak2 dah tido, Abi lepak ngan member2 sekolah die.... Umi tgk kat bilik resort yg kitorg duduk masa Reunion Pertima 97. Layan sorang2... sampai abis... tak sabar2 nak tunggu lagu Keroncong Hujan... one of Umi's favourite song. Tapi one thing tgk citer Mukhsin ni... tak se'excited' dulu... dan agak sayu... don't know why.... tapi... malas nak layan perasaan tu... last skali... keluar je lagu Keroncong Hujan... dengan excited nye nak nyanyi sama tapi yang keluar..... hanyalah air mata... Ya Allah... I'm crying.... sayu sgt... sedih sgt... takleh handle nyer sedih.... memang nangis tak berenti..... then a feeling struck me inside..... actually Umi admired Yasmin Ahmad most of the time tapi tak pernah ckp or tell anyone about this... even mase arawh meninggal pun... Umi takde perasaan apa2 pun, just hadiahkan AlFatihah je.... tapi bile tgk citer Mukhsin and dgr lagu Keroncong Hujan... perasaan sebak tu tak dpt dibendung....
AlFatihah utk arwah......

Keroncong Hujan

Mega mendung di angkasa
Hembusan bayu dingin terasa
gerimis berderai di merata
bagai mutiara

Rahmat dibawa bersama
Limpahannya meresap dijiwa
adakala bahgia terasa
meskipun duka nestapa

Tika hujan turun
sayup mendayu lagu keroncong
merdu irama dialun
bersenandung

Hujan membasahi bumi
melahirkan keluhuran budi
mengeratkan perpaduan suci
kasih sayang abadi

Untuk Abi dan anak-anak.....

Umi saje tukar tarikh entry ni.... sebab Umi nak Abi baca from the beginning of my blog sbb dalam blog ni ada Umi selit2 pesan Umi utk Abi dan anak-anak...

Hari ni Umi dpt email dari Makngah, Makngah foward kat Umi, jap lagi Umi fwd kat Abi tapi Umi nak Abi amik pengajaran kalau one day nanti Umi dah takde, tolong jangan abaikan anak2 kite walau mcm mane Abi sibuk atau penat sekalipun.....

A Touching Story......

"4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder,
how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now?
She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is
incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the
exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for
the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad
and mum for my child.

There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence,
I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking
that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left
after informing my sleepy child.

With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I
am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all
energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went
straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into
my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i
heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my
blanket, and there lies the source of the 'problem'... a broken bowl
with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet and blanket!

Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged
straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give
him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except
a short explanation:

"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you
were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I
remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without
any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water
from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is
for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I
hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot
to remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."


At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I
didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom
and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that
episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied
medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to
clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past
midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was still crying,
not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the
photograph of his beloved mummy.

A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to
focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to
most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be
graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave
a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily
growing up.

However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This
time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's
absence from school. I took off early from work and went home,
expecting him to explain.. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around
our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a
stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought
him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except
to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much probing, I realized that it
was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the invite is for
every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he
has no mummy.....

Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the
kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since
then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his
writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still
around. 'cos he makes me proud too!

Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's
winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in
every passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas,
my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from
the day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the
post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son
has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I
did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to
hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control.
Once again, as before, he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no
additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to
the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came
home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of
the year.

His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy.

My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued
to ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My
son's reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but
each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence
I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to
the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."


After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say....

I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future,
if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will
reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and
soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the
letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt help
opening the letter before they turn to ash.

And one of the letters broke my heart....

Dear Mummy,

I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and
the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around,
so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it
as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over
again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my
sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at
one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded
and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I
see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and
often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very
much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to
forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see
your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the
photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in
your dreams. But mummy, why havent you appear?


After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never
replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....


For the females with children:

Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be
some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole
problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be
the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can
treasure and take care of your little precious.

For the married men:

Manage your time and health well, cos nothing can replace your good health, not
even business nor clients.

Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are
totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In
this society, no one is indispensable.

Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little
precious and your loved ones.


For those singles out there:

Beauty lies in loving yourself first.

With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other
things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don't
let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing
matters more than your well being."

Abi,
Jaga kebajikan anak2, jangan abaikan diorang, jaga dan sayang diorg mcm Umi sayang anak2, belai mcm Umi belai anak2.... luangkan masa Abi untuk anak2, anak2 je harta yang kite ada sampai bila2......
Love you all.....

Umi 2009