Lost and Found!

This is far from being a random ramblings about nothing from an un-thinking blog addict. This is an entry from an award winner for the coveted Thinking Blogger award, not once but twice. Cewahhhh terrer tu...hehehehehe. Queen and Ween, I really am grateful ....for the awards, thank you! Of so many, only two of you really think that I actually think and use my brain in writing my entries. Aha...and my problem is related to this part lah...to identify five other winners. This is so difficult.....Huhuhu, how lah ! I find so many blogs are over qualified. I think everyone also like clever like that....writing with deeper meanings than my 'fart' story or my miscommunication with Lil which ended with 'quick lunch'. So, I take the cowardly approach, by not doing any nominations. Not just as yet anyway. My apologies to both Ween and Queen.

This entry is part of an experiment - to find out whether I am really a thinking blogger or I am one of those who produce craps random ramblings from an idling brain which looks for escapade.

Lost and Found 1

Once upon a moon, a lady brought her husband to see an ENT specialist. The lady wanted the specialist to stop her husband from having very frequent as well as very loud and smelly farting. However the husband insisted that even though he farts very frequently, it was neither loud nor smelly. He told the ENT specialist that when he farted, it was just a whisper and there was no smell at all.'"Hmmm" said the ENT specialist who than prescribed him several capsules of medication that are to be taken thrice a day for a week. The following week he stormed into the ENT specialist room, jumping and screaming furiously at the ENT specialist saying "What have done to my tummy ?, now that each time I farted, phoof It smell terrible"
"Well, I have cured your sinus" said the ENT. "Next, I want to work on your hearing problem" He added.

Hehehehe.....lost and found sense of smell is not always good!

Lost and Found 2.

Many years ago, at a time when Amirul was yet to understand adult conversation but was perceptive enough to know that all was not well between mom and dad – he quietly went to his bedroom and hid. Haziq was even younger and cried because he thought the shouting was directed at him. Along, Zeti and Fariz were old enough to understand – and they huddled up in Zeti’s bedroom.
LiL and I had a shouting match. She wasn’t happy and she packed an over night bag threatening to leave. Of course I knew I was wrong, and I duly apologized. But Lil wasn’t satisfied neither convinced.

She stomped to the door. Azan could be heard from the nearby mosques announcing Isya prayer time. I went to the door – stood there and asked her to stay home, at least until after the prayer time is over.

She somehow agreed. The Azan had some effect on her and she stopped from baulking. I asked her to take Wuduk so that we could pray together. She dropped her bag, and walked to the bathroom. I waited on the sejadah in our master bed room. Along, Zeti and Fariz were also there – ready in their prayer attire. Everyone was in silent and the mood as so sombre.
LiL came, and joined Zeti in the Saf behind.

That was one prayer I will not forget. Tears streaming down my cheeks as I was reciting the Surahs. I recited part of the doa in Malay, asking God to keep our family together – and protect us from anger and to help us find what we have lost - happiness as a family. I could hear sobs from behind me.
Then when I turned back, LiL and the three children were in a huddle, sobbing. I joined them in the embrace. I then said “I am so sorry” almost at the same time as LiL did.

“Abang tolong sangkut balek my baju…boleh” Said LiL, unexpectedly.
I kissed her forehead, and said, “Yes – I love you”.

We found what we nearly lost - because we both did not want to lose it. It was a long time ago, and Luqman was perhaps a result of passion of love rekindled.

Lost and Found 3

When we wanted to check in at a hotel in Mekah over the weekend, we had a panic situation. We could not find the Local ID ( called Iqamah ), which certifies that we are resident of Saudi Arabia. Without the Iqamah, we can be detained by Police as suspects of illegal overstayers. However, with some charm and persuasion, the hotel General Manager registered us.

We forgot about the Iqamah until we came back yesterday. Then frantic search for it started. LiL was quite certain that I had taken it from her safe keeping, but accepted that she could have misplaced it too. While me, could not ever remember having taken it and was certain that it was with LiL but accepted that I could have absent mindedly taken it. There was a little hope that the Iqamah could have been left in my office drawer, so we hinged our hope on that little chance and slept peacefully like all husband and wife should. The angels smiled!

This morning, I searched my drawers, my secretary’s drawers and did not find the Iqamah. Panic! So I called the Government Relations officer to my office and reported a missing Iqamah . He said in order to get a replacement we need to place an announcement in the newspaper and to lodge a police report. There is a fine of SAR1000 to be paid as well.
I called LiL to update. She promised to keep searching.

At 5pm I got a call from LiL.
“Found the Iqamah – nicely cleaned and dried and ironed”.

It was in my trouser’s pocket which was laundered and ironed.
Even in its crumpled and illegible state it is a relief!

We found what we have lost - because we both accepted that either one of us could have possibly be responsible for it.

Lost and found 4
One morning while making breakfast, a man walked up to his wife and pinched her on her butt and said, "You know if you firmed this up we could get rid of your girdle." While this was on the edge of intolerable, she thought, and replied with silence.
The next morning the man woke his wife with a pinch on the tuts t*ts and said,"You know if you firmed these up we could ge rid of your bra."
This was beyond a silent response, so she rolled over and grabbed him by the duck d*ck. With a death grip in place she said, "You know if you firmed this up we could get rid of the postman, the gardener, the pool man and your brother.

Ehehehe....on this one, I don't really know what was lost and what was found. If I must analyse, I think the husband lost his 'firmness' and just found out that his wife is irked by it. hehehehe

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Queen and Ween *I like the rhyme here*- sorry again for not taking this nominations further!.

Oh Ibu....

"Selamat hari ibu untuk semua ibu-ibu".

Why only one day for mothers, when mothers never spare a single day for us
Why make a big deal about sending a card for mothers, when mothers would give us their hearts
Why shout of what we have done for them, when mothers gave their lives without a whisper.

I salute all mothers, especially mothers of children with special needs. I have seen mothers' love at their best - overcoming all sort of tests.
I admire mothers who have to do it alone. Left on their own - yet they stand tall and never falter. Single mothers - are simply selfless, parenthood where two-is-in-one is never easy yet they face each day with a kind of resolve which no eyes can really see.

Mine was a single mother too when "chek" ( I called my father as chek)

died when I was aged 10.
Mak tapped rubber, planted rice and cooked and sold kueh for a living. Infact Mak did everything for a living. She planted ubi setelo and water melons, she looked for 'pucuk kayu' and sold them in exchange for rice and sugar. My mak was so enterprising, I guess she had to be. She was strong, my mak. But I saw how she cried in the darkness of the night - perhaps when she missed my chek. Mak never asked, she always gave. And on her death bed in 2002, she made me promise to be a good Muslim and to do my Haj. That was the first time she actually asked from me something.
Yesterday - in front of the Kaabah I kissed the marble floor and let my tears flowed as I prayed for her soul. I saw mak yesterday - she was smiling down on me. I heard her voice encouraging me to continue living. While I was praying for her, I saw mak was praying for me. She was praying for my success, for my health, and for my happiness. Mak knows something which I have not disclosed - as mak always knew when she was alive. Saying with words how much I missed and love my mak is never enough and can never reflects how I feel.

She and I connected yesterday - and she lives on in my heart.

I have to say it, even if it sounds so inadequate, " I love and miss you mak - and thank you for raising me with your love - I am still trying to be who you wish me to be".

And to LiL, a special wish and tribute "HaPPy mother's day". You have been a pillar of strengths. You raised our children when I was busy getting my career raised. You shelter them from the wild wild world - while I was traveling the world. You helped them with their homework, when all you deserve was to rest from the exhaustion of a never ending housework. You have been a nurse, a teacher, a manager, an entertainer, a listener. I am lucky to have you as a partner, and the children are lucky to have you as their mother.
"We all love you".

Salah message!

Dalam entry kelmarin, abg id tulis pasal suami harus pulang ke rumah di waktu makan tengah hari - for a quickie!

So tadi, abg id cuba lah praktik kan tips itu. Kata orang, must 'walk the talk' la kan....
tak kan setakat bagi nasihat jer berkobar2, haruslah praktik kan dulu, baru lah ada betul kan....ah, not easy to be a rocking papa! hehehehe, kena tanya one rocking mama la how to be one.

Jam 11 am, dah berbalas2 sms dengan isteri tercinta - kenen2 la kan. Bagi hints yang lunch time tu nak balek, for a quickie. Isteri abg id, kak LiL macam tak selesa jer, katanya Fariz kan ada di rumah. *Fariz tiba dari Malaysia semalam for a two months semester break*

"Sure or not? Fariz at home tau...?" <-----jawapan dari LiL.
"Sure la...You ready la ..muahzzz..."<---sms balas dari abg id.

Jam 12.30 pm, tiba lah di rumah, dengan penuh harapan untuk lunch dan quickie. Fariz tekun di komputer. K LiL tak nampak pun. Anak-anak kucing menunggu di muka pintu, dan datang menggesel di kaki. Ahhh, kasi warm up ka?
Lalu abg id bertanya lah kepada Fariz, mana mak?
Lalu jawap lah Fariz, "Mak pergi beli meggie di mini market" *Dekat rumah ada mini market.* Lalu abg id pun minta Fariz pergi ke supermarket dengan Mahdi (driver), untuk membelikan lamb chops for bbQ malam nanti. Excuse jer actually, supaya ada privacy dengan LiL. *Dalam hati rasa bersalah jugak, tapi ok la sebab malam nanti boleh la makan BBQ*

Abg id naik lah ke atas....dan shower. Mesti la nak wangi2 kan...*siap bersiul2 lagi sambil mandi* Setelah lap badan, dan pakai house gown yang berwarna merah itu, abg id dengar kak LiL panggil dari bawah, "Sayang....lunch is ready"
Maka dengan hati yang penuh gembira, abg id melangkah turun. Dengan setiap anak tangga, abg id menghitung minit dan saat menunggu saat itu. Ahhh...tak sabar!
Meggie sudah terhidang di dalam mangkuk, sungguh indah persembahannya dengan telur sebiji dan sayur2 berendam.
"Errrmm, meggie ye?" Tegur abg id.
"Ye lah...kan abang nak quick lunch"
"Quick lunch? ermm...iye ka...ok jugak...cepat kita boleh ehem ehem kan sayang"
"Ehem ehem? eh abang mandi ka? dah cuti ka petang ni?"
"Eh...err....tak laa..abang kena gi kerja balek...mandi sebab errrr nak wangi2 la.."
"Isk abang nie, nak makan pun nak wangi2. Fariz mana?"
"I sent him to the supermarket. Kan kita nak privacy"
"Alaaa abg nie, nak lunch pun nak privacy. Dia pun belum lunch tadi tu..."

It was obvious the conversation was not connecting......hehehehehe

Abg id buka balek handphone, check the sms yang bertukar2 dengan kak LiL tadi. Di mana pulak la silapnya, hingga dia macam blur la pulak....pada hal tadi sudah plan nak quickie...

"sayang, abg balek for quick lunch nanti" <====ini rupa nya sms yang abg id hantar. Tak de la pulak di tulis 'quickie'. Sepatutnya message itu berbunyi, "Sayang, abg balek for quickie, lunch nanti". isk isk ...terlepasssss babe!

Hehehehe, malu la pulak nak minta apa yang sebenar nya terbuku di hati. Biar jer la kan....

Next time kena lebih carefull la bila berkomunikasi..... supaya dapat yang di hajati. Jangan hingga seperti di bawah ini!



Bila LiL baca entry ni pagi nanti, semoga dia faham lah kenapa suami nya yang asyek tersengeh2 itu asyek ber*ehem ehem* jer bila pulang lunch semalam.

Family means...

A family picture taken after Christmas day Dec 2006. *sehat2 anak ayah!, Alhamdullillah.....*

Family means having a heart full of memories, gathering
together for summertime picnics and holiday traditions.

Family means recalling magic moments, hugging and kissing, laughing and teasing. They share cares, concerns, joys and triumphs,
long distance calls and heart-to-heart whispers.

They give you hope and comfort
and they are always there with open arms. Family means having a lifetime of
history together. It is a journey of togetherness and love. Family bonds last
forever and the rich soil from which we grow and to which we return for
nourishment of our roots. Family is where it all begins, and it never
ends.

A few magic moments for me and my family were captured in pictures below, which have been scanned and uploaded to be shared. *Hint : They were taken before digital age*

Which picture is matched with which magic moment? That is for you to guess.....

1. Holiday in Langkawi

2. At the waterworld.

3. At Ikan bakar restaurent in Melaka. We were there early for dinner.

4. Fariz doing his famous pose. That smile stays until today!

5. Posed in one of the bedroom at the Carcosa Sri Negara.

6. Arms wrestling for the ( then ) Honourable Minister and the MD, watched by artist M Nasir and urs truly.

7. Amirul did his tepuk amai-amai, watched by Fariz in front of our house in KL. The house is still there! The car has long been gone....

8. LiL with one of the boys during a holiday at one of the islands.

9. Two passport size pictures.

10. A picture of me during a business visit to Dallas Texas.

Pic A

Pic B

Pic C

Pic D

Pic of Along, Zeti and Fariz.

Pic F

Pic G

Pic H

Pic I

Pic J

Used to have lot more curls than today!