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Today, we had supper with uwan. dropped Aliya for her Math tuition & decided to visit uwan while waiting for Aliya to get done. Uwan sat there at the sofa..She looked radiant. Munching our Cekodok pisang (pisang from kampong ucu sent thru ejan) one after another..Wah.. Uwan looked healthy perhaps the wind ~  the weather in Bukit Jelutong.... probably having those cicits around. Obviously, at her cucu sulong's house - She seemed comfortable. These are the cucus she used to threaten with her seludang when we delayed taking our bath before maghrib.. with her unpredictable sense of person, place and time, she asked for Aliya..the cicit she used to bath and care..  she at times could remember her two children: Si Putih (my mom) and Si Ani(ucu) who used terms of endearments of 'Intan' and 'Manja' repectively and whose real name were actually Hamidah(Maslira) and Jamilah. How challenging can that be to help her rec...

It is my choice to be married to their dad. It is therefore a commitment I made with the support of my both parents who have given us the blessings we need to start this relationship. Tie the knot and begin a family. It is a decision I made - not done overnight. Not an experiment but a real one. Relationship that grows slowly but surely. Nurtured and developed with conscious mind that this has been what we wanted. A dream we both created and shared. Two hearts that are overlapped and glued tight. It is not difficult when it is fated. It is such a pleasant experience and I wish all my children will meet someone someday the way I met their dad. I want them to know, in life, we ll be meeting all kinds of people. It is easy to fall for someone but it is not that easy to know who is the right one. No one knows when the time is right. The right one will come along. Meanwhile seize the day as lots of meaningful things will happen to us if we let them be...I am ...

It's a Father's day. A few years back we had our small outdoor gathering on the green grass at home. Everyone was wearing red. Simple dish on the table - our favourite rojak.  And that was Ayah's last father's day with us...He never let us down. Alway a sport. He would be there. Long tables  covered with spread of food. One of the menu is the famous Pak cik Said Rojak. He chose to sit on the mengkuang mat on the grass. Putting on his glasses with his cucus on his laps reading the cards we bought for him and created by the grandkids..  We took family photos. The beautiful background of our home.   We did have our differences at that time. We put that aside as our love for Ayah meant more than anything else in the world. his happiness is important. I remember, Ayah was wearing the batek shirt I bought for him and Alif was also wearing the same similar pattern. I could see smiles on everyone...

At my age.. I have nothing to lose to take the risks to  do things as I please. Yup.. I am not that old to some people. but I have used up my quota - 2/3 probably if I could be given extra years till 70. The phrase "been there, done that" really make me feel, if I do wrong now..why not. I ve done series of them in the past. I have tried pleasing people around me, but many are still not happy. If I got reprimanded or hurt by anyone, why not, let it be.. Who has not hurt me, anyway? Almost all.  Because, as I grow older, I have these expectations that people who are close to me should never hurt me..but truth is, they do. I, too, have hurt many people. Not excusing myself, purposely may be not, but being honest with my own feelings have led to my getting into trouble most of the time. Being closed to someone is not a license to be immuned to any hurtful responses. I should not let anything affect my life as a whole. hold my life ...

All my 4As - aliya, aina, alif and aula. a wonderful dad you have..wonderful man I married. Happy father's day dear Nor Azman Nordin.  the best for my children.

Of all the days, today I decided to venture this new experience of blogging..On a Father's Day.We'll see how I can use this platform to spread my wings and share my views on so many things about life...