Its pretty amazing, how these children, still unable to speak correctly-but neverthelessly, can understand the emotions going on around him. So this was what happened last weekend.

My hubby was busy renovating his new branch in Putrajaya, on on our way back from Seremban, he wanted to check on his office. And so, he left us at alamanda, so he dooze-off.

luqman was having fun all the way. though the playing thingy (opposite aussino ) was closed, but being luqman whose known of having fond affection for stering wheels and balls, tried all the cars, horse and of course bob the builder car. he tried and tried, unwanting to get up; until one hour later, his dad called.

“ok…we got to go”….but on our way, he saw mcd, he said…”ma..mamam”. “ok, mama understand u darling…” so i queued to get him a happy meal. ” my hubby was smsing me, urging to hurry up. but the queue was real long, i had no choice, luqman’s already starving, i insisted on buying mcd, though i knew, “big hurricane” was coming. but luqman was laughing, he spend his time in the mcd playland, hoping for the queue to be longer.

and so, we marched ourselves to the car, seeing him looking back at us furiously. tetengah masukkan barang…he shouted…”CEPATT LA!!!!!”

For those who know him, wud think, its a normal dialogue. Even for me, i tend to ignore those shoutings already. but no, not for luqman. as soon after his father shouted, luqman starred at his father. staring fumingly.

though at a usual routine, he’d be calling for “abah…abah…abah”…but NO-not this time, he went speechless…keep on gazing at his father. i sensed sth, i said to luqman…”meh sayang…jom kita makan…sayang mama…’-obliging, he did….but still, no word uttered.

i whispered to my hubby…”dia marah kat u….cuba u pujuk dia”…
“meh luqman…meh abah kasik minum” luqman shaked his head….”meh sayang abah” -luqman still ignoring his dad.

then luqman looked at my hubby and then me and said “mama…no….shaking his head” he wanted to get himself out from the car…urging me to dukung him….and after leaving my hubby at bangsar…luqman comfortably sit and smile.

and this scenario dragged till nite, till i reached condo around 9.30, luqman still not talking to his dad. “gi kat abah” he shaked his head….nina and adik was witnessing and said…”eiiiii ciannnya luqman majukkk”

and that nite, his dad perseveringly making up wif his son, -before going back to sleep, luqman finally call “Abah…” and he smiled at his father.

*************my hubby learnt his lesson well….i sincerily hope!*************************

p/s:…luqman…luqman…lain kali kalau mama majuk, uman pun mesti ikut mama majuk tau…

It has been ages i have since updated any post. i was 3 days away from the office, as well as attending a wedding reception in penang.

not many exciting things have come about about so far. was only on saturday we move ourselves to penang for adi’s wedding reception. it was more of a UIA gathering. the last time i have met those people was like 2001? though some i have met thr other frens wedding occasions, but it was only a get-away on hi-hi and bye bye…no longer dialogues.

there were like 6 cars alltogether, and of course, like always, we were the last to arrive. Blame it on him-on a sudden changed plan, attending another wedding reception at Rembau. and so it was like KL-Rembau-KL-Sg Petani-Penang-KL.

this is the first trip for toddler luqman after Sydney. of course, he was bubbly all the way, but we had to stopped few times as luqman’s stomach was shouting hungrily. the roads however, was difficult to maneuver, there were “cones” everywhere, leaving only a lane to be used.

the first stop was dunkin donuts sg buloh (yeah i know, sg buloh was just few km away from kl), the apparent thing for luqman was the playground. and by the time we reached Sg Petani, it was already almost midnite after few stops along the way. and luqman, he can still be running at the lobby at that point of time!

and still, after reaching sg petani, there’s already a plan made for us, makan ikan bakar,…i was furious…hello..its midnite, luqman needs to sleep ok! but this hubby of mine, never will let his frens go away without him, he agreed. i was giving him clues and hint…either he doenst understand or doesnt want to understand, he insisted. so there we were, at midnite, compelling myself, to fit in.

the restaurant was like 30 km away, which tooks us about another 30 minutes away. and luqman was already  sleeping in the car. and along the way, i was urging him, where were we heading on-i can feel, he was irritated! and so we reached, it was a restaurant where tsunami had once layed on, beside the beach-the dark beach.

however, the food was awesome… but i wasnt sure, it was the food, or it was because of the empty stomach and the humongous appetite.

we left luqman in the car…as we parked beside the table. and all of the sudden, luqman was crying hard, shouting. and i was contemplating-ohmygod, is this happening again? i was starting to feel terrified, we left the place as immediate as we cud- luckily, we brought the air selawat wif us-we gave him drink and dabbed around his head and when we were about reaching the hotel, he calmed himself down. so was it because of the place again?

learning our lesson well, i vowed to my hubby, no more nite outings by the beach please. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. or to be better, no more outings till midnites ya!

however, in penang,, things turned out to be flawless for luqman. thanks to azmir who had booked us a room at an executive floor, luqman was heavenly running around across the room.

though the journey had made us all darned exhausted, it was still a remarkable and enjoyable journey.  and i believe,  luqman was in cloud nine along the journey.

p/s: and so they say being married means that u’d be working chores and errands non-stop ; then wait till u’ll be a mother…u’d be occupied frenziedly!

boss   :       Sabrina…u kat mana ni?
me      :      erk…erkkkkk…(am still on my way to the office)
boss    :      u lambat lagi kan?
me       :      aah la puan, saya still on my way( am still kat sg besi at 8.25 and the function starts 8.30)-sounded helplessly

need i say more?  i am late again………

p/s: am sleeping at 10.00pm after this…tgk la nanti! geram aku. no luqman, uman gi tgk bob sorang-sorang….mama kena siap nak gi keje

i am late again today, and therefore, it surely spoils my mood for the day. though it has not been entirely my fault, there was some i dont know, stupid celebration perhaps, making the precint 1 bumper-to bumper-which costs me, precious 5 minutes-8.25-8.30!

i hate it when am late. and everyday, i vowed to be early the next day, and it doesnt seemed working. i have tried so many hypothesis, and none is practical to be obeyed. i slept at 12, and in between 2hrs, i’d wake to breatsfeed si debab itu. which of course, caused me no quality sleep. i’d wake up early if i sleep earlier, say around 10? but then, my hypo is that-if i sleep early everyday, my body will be da bomb! GEMUK or not…TEMBAM…! tido byk kan akan tembamkan muka? betul tak? but then, i dont sleep early, that will make me unable to wake up early, how dilemma is that? !#$^%%^*U&^(I*^(

tapi if i sleep at a normal routine, sleeping at 12-will leave me fewer amount of sleep-waking up at 7, masak bubur, potong ayam potong carrot etc, mandi luqman, shower, make up and dolled up for work. i cant see any areas i cud eliminate onto. ok,ok  i admit, i do baring sekejap sambil peluk-peluk luqman sambil tgk bob the builder, but it only takes 5 minutes !

haiya, susahla ini macam selalu lambat…its not good for my mental health ok…it spoilts the smile of the day…

and worst thing, i cant wake up earlier…huhuhuhu, why cant i be the most morninest person?

tomorow, i vowed to reach office earlier, by hook or by crook 7.45 must leave……boleh ke ni? sian anak mama

p/s: hari tu dah start suruh ani mandi luqmansince luqman dah besar.luqman pulak refuse to be bathed by ani…haiyaooo uman…..jgnlah babab KEPALA ani dgn gayung lagi, lebam kepala ani…ok ok mama mandikan!-are u so demanding luqman?

ader rumor-rumor terbaru bahawa batch 1/2003 akan dinaikkan ke gred yang lebih tinggi…sama ader rumor yang entah keberapa kalinya ini betul atau tidak, kita lihat sajala selepas ini.

its not about the position that i have been aiming for for. its the money of course. being materialistic and always will, its the amount that triggers the temptations. however, am not in a stage of being desperate lagi pun. lets put it this way, its a total bonus if i obtain it; however, the responsibility isnt welcomed, i wonder if i cud get the money, discarding the amount of accountabilities.

some of my frens had been diperakukan…well i guess, itu semua terpulang kepada rezeki masing-masing. kalau rezeki murah, diperakukan, dan tentunya boleh dpt sebab ksu masing-masing memperakukan. dan jika tidak, it wudnt be taking so much time to wait pun, for the whole batch to be promoted. and when u get to be promoted together wif the whole batch, the advantage is that u get to choose, on to whether which ministry/bahagian yang boleh masuk. compare to bila diperakukan, ksu mempunyai kuasa mutlak untuk menempatkan di bahagian-bahagian yang sgt sgt kritikal.

biasalah, there is always pro and cons kan…but i guess, banyak jugak dah dinaikkan pangkat secara dalaman…sincerily, its great to hear such news.

however…godwilling, am happy here…comfortable wif my job and all…of course in between, there were glitches everwhere, but looking thr birds eye view, am fine, adapting to it quite well indeed.

luqman was down to flu and cough since thurs, and yesterday, was a real contest. Already a physical challenge as luqman never wants to be let down, insisted to be dukung all the time, let alone the mental challenge, on to be able to stay positive, trying to stay calm and at the same time trying hard to discard the negative thots. is my son gonna be okay?

luqman go weeping all the way, and trust me, being a mother, looking at ur child weeping hardly, is tragic. instead of consoling him, i joined him shedding tears alltogether.

Luqman was rushed to the hospital last evening, after a long run of continuos crying eversince mid-day. Attending luqman alone was always heart-wrecking. Looking at his eys, glaring wif tears, gazing at you helplessly was never amusing.

my mum came up to me and spank me wif these words…”u see urself how hard to raise a child, let u feel the experience, how difficult i raised u”

she came by, pitied her too, because i dragged her into this messy. Non-chalantly, she was caressing luqman all the time, unlike me who cant stop shedding tears.  he was weak, after crying hard the whole day, and him, being unable to speak directly on to whether which part of his body is in pain, making me more anxious. i began to think, was he in great pain? and my father instead of consoling, he started to ask me…is he experiencing lung infection? It can gets worsen u know….thanks dad!

I told mysef, i asked God for his forgiveness, not another illness please,please, no, please not luqman! if its really destined, put up some more on me…..

he was shouting, crying, wif his flu kept on running thr his nostrils and coughs were hard, sounded dreadful…

i was franticcally crazy yesterday, dont know what to do, what to expect, or even what to ask the doctor, and even, worst case scenario, the emergency doc in-charged was a real junior, she even opened up a book to check which medication needs to be prescribed.

Later the doc were saying.” i think he’s like traumatised…has he been bitten or scolded by anyone?” what a question…of course NO! and the doc continues on” probably u can keep on eye on his maid…”

and the doc, unable to do anything, undecided what to do. she tried to call several senior doc, but still it was a stalemate. and so, we decided to bring luqman home, just in case he gets anything worsened, we’d come back later.

“cuba naikkan semangat dia…cuba la baca-baca sikit”-my mum suggested.

and we did, and as i write these, luqman happilly playing at home. alhamdulillah. it was a miracle.

p/s: and for whatever had happened or gotten into luqman, i prefer it to be remain unknown.