You are my number One

I dedicate this song to my beloved ONE... Dear mak, I always be loving you..

I was a foolish little child
Crazy things I used to do
And all the pain I put you through
Mama now I'm here for you

For all the times I made you cry
The days I told you lies
Now it's time for you to rise
For all the things you sacrificed

Oh, if I could turn back time rewind
If I could make it undone
I swear that I would
I would make it up to you

Mum I'm all grown up now
It's a brand new day
I'd like to put a smile on your face every day
Mum I'm all grown up now
And it's not too late
I'd like to put a smile on your face every day

And now I finally understand
Your famous line
About the day I'd face in time
'Cause now I've got a child of mine

And even though I was so bad
I've learned so much from you
Now I'm trying to do it too
Love my kid the way you do

Oh, if I could turn back time rewind
If I could make it undone
I swear that I would
I would make it up to you

Oh, if I could turn back time rewind
If I could make it undone
I swear that I would
I would make it up to you

*credit to Maher Zain

Dear God

I dedicate this song to my only love, (although this song is mainly from a man to a woman) with a hope that one day he knows how deep my love towards him...

 

A lonely road, crossed another cold state line
Miles away from those I love
Purpose hard to find
While I recall all the words you spoke to me
Can't help but wish that I was there
Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah

Dear God the only thing I ask of you
Is to hold her when I'm not around
When I'm much too far away
We all need that person who can be true to you
But I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again, oh no
Once again

There's nothing here for me on this barren road
There's no one here while the city sleeps
And all the shops are closed
Can't help but think of the times I've had with you
Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah

Some search, never finding a way
Before long, they waste away
I found you, something told me to stay
I gave in, to selfish ways
And how I miss someone to hold
When hope begins to fade...

 

My heart is belong to YOU only.

 

A business won't be not nice anymore if....

Making lot of many is a prior dream of everyone.

• If a husband can close his eyes and let his wife sleeps with other businessman for the sake of their future together.
• If a businesswoman can leave her husband and her child with other babysitter while she doing her business by "following" other businessman.
• If a businessman can "sell" his wife and child to other businesswoman for the sake of his business.

These phenomenons are common see nowadays. A few ages ago, people will see these phenomenons as a bad strategies to implant in your business marketing, but nowadays, people seem to get used with this bad strategies. Yes, they are indeed success in running their business, but having those immoral strategies to earn some money to live on? And feed your children with those profit you get?....Naaaah, think it again.

A good wife is a good businesswoman, but a good businesswoman won't guarantee she will be a good mother.

Teaching Urdu

In a learning Maths atmosphere which is so bored due to the hot weather, I asked my kids a question,

"Do you want to know what Pakistani people call "HOT" in Urdu?

The kids replied eagerly, "Yes, teacher."

"Well, they call "HOT" as "GARAM" (GARAM in Malay Language is SALT/NAMAK)

The kids laughed and asked me more Urdu words.

I continued, "Well, your shirt is now wet because you are are sweating. The Pakistani call "WET" as "GILA" (GILA in Malay Language is "CRAZY/PAGAL")

The kids laughed and then I said, "Well, it seem you are not bored anymore, so let's continue our lesson."

Tomorrow, the kids came towards me as I arrived at car park, and they in eagerly told me an interesting story.

Kid 1 : Mak, ayam goreng ni GARAM la. (Mom, this fried chicken is very hot.)

Mom : I don't remember if I put more salt in fried chicken.

Kids  : (laugh and explain)

Kid 2 : Mak, baju saya GILA. (Mom, my shirt is wet.)

Mom : Why you call your shirt as crazy?

Kids  : (laugh and explain)

And me? Just smile.

Eid Mubarak

I start my writing by wishing you all...

Today, the Pakistani celebrate Eid Mubarak. My husband call his home and talk to his mother and his siblings. I manage to have a really simple conversation with his sister, Rabia.

I really miss them very much.

Missing the talk-active and pampered Sanam.
Missing the intellectual Neeloo.
Missing the friendly of Rabia.

And missing my mother in law. We had lack of communication due to my Urdu is very poor during my first visit to Pakistan.

Eid Mubarak to my Pakistani family from us.

23rd October 2011

Already one year since my beloved mom had left us.

I wish you are here to see your first grandchild... :(

JUNIOR and SENIOR

1. People learn from mistakes and experiences, therefore, respect the senior/the eldest.
2. The eldest have an ego, therefore, the youngest should bow to them and learn.

I am super duper junior. Got to learn more from my seniors. I admire their work and spirit!

Being Pressured

"The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with, but whether it is the same problem you had last year."

— John Foster Dulles
Former Secretary of State

Every person born with different talent and ability; different fate and of course different problems. We have right either to keep our problems alone or to share with other person.

Now, I have been pressured with lots of problem that might not stop until I die.

Feel like I want to empty my head and stop thinking about problem for once.

*The wise people will solve their problem in rational and try to put their emotion away.

Big House vs Small House

Sometimes a few difference cultures and thoughts between me and husband always collide and jump into a serious conflict. For example, the house issue.

For last one year, we live in my father's rent house. It is a small house that my father used to rent that house to people. But since I got married, he asked us to live in that small house for temporarily until our financial is stable.

We always argued on the people who come and out from that small house. (I mean his friends, my guests) I didn't mind if they want to pay a visit to our small house once a time, but the house is a very small house, and I am the only female in that house. When the came over, the house will full, and of course I have no privacy to go to washroom, or even to go to kitchen. So, the only thing I would do if they came, I just sit alone with my son in my room.

The house is very small. It has 2 rooms, a living room, a small kitchen and a washroom. If you come out from room, you will see the living room, and direct from that, the kitchen and the washroom.

Since I managed to get myself to Pakistan last Eid. I start to understand that the Pakistani loves to visit people and they will spend almost 5 hours with the visitors. So, cause of I understand my husband's culture about visiting people, I asked my husband to find another big house so that I have my own privacy in my own house.

Well people. My husband did find a big house for me; a triple story house, but.......

1st floor will be his friends' "house", while me and kids will be in the 2nd floor. All the stuffs will be put at the 3rd floor.

Well, still, I have no privacy, right?
 :( argument again :)

Kids Born with A Talent

Don't raise your kids with anger, hatred, and punishment. Don't. Just don't.

Because your kids are gift from Allah and no matter how hard you have to get through to raise them, just try your best to be patient and raise them with love and happiness. Before they turn to 7 years old, teach them that the world is like a "candy world" , full of happiness and taste like sweet. So that, they will grow up with a hope that after year by year they "travel" in their candy world, they will find the world more sweet, more happiness.

After they reach at 7, then you can let your kids step into a real world, which they can conclude that:

"If they do lots of good deeds, the more sweet you get, but if they do more bad deeds, the more bitter "candy" you get".

This baby photo reminds me of my own cute son :)

Forgive and Forget

It easy to say but difficult to practice it. I hate to say it, but seriously I can't even think about that. Within one year and half, they hurt me so much with those saying and actions, and then after 2,3 months after that, they simply come to me and say, "Hey, I'm sorry!".

It's not easy to forgive and forget. You have thrown your shit on my face, I even cleaned up your shit, in physically no more shit on my face, but the smell is still there. So, it is totally hard for me to FORGIVE you for shitting on my face and to FORGET your smelly shit.