Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Haziq is now a man!!

Not that you are not a man if you don't sunat (circumcise) though. (Disclaimer)

I think I should start up writing about the things that I did here so that I won't forget. Especially about Haziq sunat. So when he grows up, I can reread it to just so he remembers

I got Haziq sunatted the first week I got back. This is so hopefully we get him to heal quickly and we can do other things later. Initially I wanted to do it in KL. I changed my mind and decided to do it in Melaka instead for many reasons.

Saves our precious holiday time.
Lover get to be mummy's boy longer.
Haziq got to be granny's grandchild.
Eat! Eat! Eat!
Free rambutans.
So much space for kids to run about.

To top it, my mother-in-law (I shall refer to her as mak here from now on) was sooo happy. Terharu. Plus plus plus plus point for me.

Back to the sunat thing. Haziq did the clamp way. I think everyone is doing it now. Unless you prefer the conventional tok mudim style, sit on batang pisang kepit dengan buluh. It was relatively easy to jaga Haziq. Not much blood. Less pain (relative). Heals quite quickly. No need major pantang.

Just to report, Haziq cried when the doctor injected the anesthetics. Yazid held him tight and was comforting him I was worried lover would shout at him. I underestimate my lover sometimes.

Everyone watched the procedure, including JackJack who was beside the doctor. I admit I admit. I cried when i watched the doctor snip snip. And Sya saw I cried and kept asking me about it. Even Sya looked like she was going to cry. What more with Haziq grunting in pain. At one point Sya covered her face.

Alhamdullilah everything went smoothly. It healed as expected. On the day the efxers met up and celebrated mr. aie's birthday, it was Haziq's one week sunat. He has not healed well at that time and we had to wait for this prince to walk like a robot.

He was in pain each time he was not doing anything. He complained all the time. However, the pain seemed to disappear when he played PS2.

I think it's good lah that he sunat lambat. Hopefully the pain taught him to be more empathy with his wife in the future. He semi enjoyed the attention but really appreciate the monetaries he is receiving. Jack on the other hand is already circumcised. So no sebok-sebok around him in the future. Macam tak bestlah pulak.

In order to comfort Haziq, my lover told Haziq how his experience was worst. He had stitches. I told Haziq my friend's experience. He did conventional style. No anesthetics. No stitches. No laser. Togel aje. (he told me). I am not sure whether the approach to say that he is actually lucky, despite that he is in pain suppose to comfort him or agitate him even more.

In the future he would probably laugh at himself just like all of us laughed at men who suffered this little pain.

Oh some pictures here

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Blogathon 2007

It is the time of the year again. I participated in a 24 hour round of blogging. All in the name of charity.

A few of us grouped together to blog for 24 hours. 24 hours I tell you. One entry for every half an hour. I am telling you it is not an easy feat to do that. Making sure entries are in every half an hour. Sometime ideas run out on you.

But we worked smart. Nusayba, our project manager, gathered a few of us to help the blogathon run smoothly.

Why are we doing this again? It is not an easy thing to do, putting in entry for each half an hour up to 24 hours. An each entry flourish with wonderful ideas. Great stories that I personally believe is worth the read.

If you like what we are doing. If you can appreciate our effort. I hope you can support us. Support us by pledging some amount of money to the charity body that we are all supporting.

This year's blogathon we are supporting Raudhatus Sakinah.

Raudhatus Sakinah (RS) a protection and guidance centre for young women, strives to help teenage girls who are in need of help. Operating since August 1998 under WanitaJIM, RS is a continuous project that exists to help the society tackle the social problems, specifically amongst teenage girls.

Make your pledge and directly donate to the charity Raudhatus Sakinah. Be generous, and let us help out those in need.

Read up the wonderful entries here BLOGATHON 2007.

And mine are heh heh




4. Fateful Day


There is still time to support us. Thankyou to all of you luvelies.

Friday, July 27, 2007

I want to Cry

So I arm myself with "The Kite Runner book - Khaled Hosseini". (I know I know, the book is so basi to most of you already. I am a basi reader) The review says that this book will move even the hardest heart.

I rarely choose books that make me cry. In fact I usually avoid it. I sometimes think it is such a waste of emotion. You see I can't differentiate between fantasy and reality sometimes. That's why I call my self a goddess. However I do not mind inspiring stories, without reading motivational genres. So perhaps "The Kite Runner" will be a good pick. I need the cry.

My lover left for Qatar this morning.

Next summer trip I do not want this arrangement anymore. I will most likely go back to Malaysia early (two weeks the most. one month seems too long) and wait for him to come to me and we go back to Qatar together. I hate the feeling of being left behind.

Anyway after lover left, the kids ran all over the airport. They ran down the escalator. I tried to keep up, but it's my big fat arse you see. Then they ran up the travellator. Haziq then ran on the opposite direction travellator. Because he is a bigger boy and because he knows what he is doing, he ran at what seemingly so easy.

Zachary followed suit. But because he is smaller and does not know what he is doing, it wasn't an easy feat. In fact he couldn't do it. I saw him trying to run, but fell instead. He didn't understand that the travellator is going the opposite direction, like a treadmill. I saw him trying to get up with difficulty an finally he succumbed to the flow and cried all the way.

I was of course trying as fast as i can to run in my little stilettos when all these happen. I shouted at haziq but haziq ran off racing with Sya.

Jack cut his palms from the travellator's groove. Man, was i angry. A few minutes lover left, and a cut on Jack's hands.

He cried all the way to the car. And when all of us are in, Jack said he lost his slippers. Agghh, I ran back to look for it. After sometime, I found it terselit between the door and the car seat. Then I had to make sure I didn't exceed the allowed time to go out of the parking building. I didn't speed. I did not.

I am in Muar now. Plans are to do nothing and nothing at all for two weeks perhaps.

I am looking forward to my next adventures of nothingness.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Oh I am Here

Looking down through the small plane window, ahhh look at the green Malaysia. Such a contrast to the barren arab land. Just smell the air. Freshness! Eh! Wait! Is that haze that is clouding my eyes? Bleearrgghh.

And I must have forgotten how sticky it is here. I am drenched 24 hours. Jack looks like he is being dipped in the pool.

But it is so not hot here, despite everyone is complaining that it is. I was out in the mid afternoon and the heat is like 7 in the morning there. I must say, mid afternoon here is pleasant. ha ha ha.

I have manged to eat satay, otak-otak, mee goreng. koay teow goreng basah, abc, ikan bakar at umbai. And durian, durian, durian. Banguun durian tidur durian. Sampai boleh memilihlah. Kalau tak kucing tidur tak mau. No KFC just yet but I ate A&W with root beer float. Nonah, I was thinking of you.

I'll be going to Melaka next week so I guess I won't be on the net for a long time. Even in KL. Perhaps I should leave my number here. I don't have most of your numbers. So if you have any problem whatsoever, do hesitate to call at +60196570808. Especially famygirl and zan. I need to know your plan.

Hmm what else..oh ok. I have joined the group of most modern parents I know by succumbing myself to get PS2 for my son. Yeah I know, it's not the best move. Insya Allah I will place discipline on him. Not on schooldays for sure. I think I should allow some indulgence of modern stuff on him. He does seem to be rather lost around his friends. I am not afraid to practice my veto power on him anytime. No anti socialising is allowed. We'll see.

Oh by the way, I think being 9 is probably not the best age for a boy. He can't play at certain parks. He is not allowed to enjoy the car ride at Umbai. He needs to look after his brother. He is too young to join the teenagers but getting old to act silly.

Oh oh. You know we were eating together at this restaurant here, noisily. I was looking at this family. The wife quiet blank stare. Husband quiet blank stare. Two kids were also quiet. Food came, mom feeds kids. Father eats quietly. Such table manners. BORING! Most of the time hubby reads papers. We do that too when we are eating without the kids, but we usually share our opinions on topics and soemtimes berebut papers.

I thank God for all of us speak and talk to each other at the dinner table. While waiting for food we can play games or listen to their stories. Or I would talk to lover while the kids quarel. I use to think memekaknya, but now I am thankful because I don't think I can stand if they do not speak to each other.

Other than that, there is nothing to report. The kids are having fun. So far so good. I am definitely not counting days to go back to Qatar.