Who says memories remain..?

Salam..

Have you ever woke up in the middle of the night, and stare at your beloved ones, while wondering on how fast time could fly and how you might miss the good old days? Especially the faces who do not just come and go but also touch you by the heart? Suddenly, the memories come fly by as if there are on a slideshow?

Last two or three years, I was still in Auckland, single, young, adventurous, playful, doing fun stuffs with cool friends, attending lectures, studying for exams. Today, I am cuddling Adam, playing with him, learning on how to be a good mother, lecturing my hubby at times, listening to Adam's coos and gurgles... Wow, time flies! Sometimes, I wonder, where was I before, have I been good or..bad? If I did not do the things I have done, would everything be the same as it is today?

Talking about attending lectures in Auckland Uni.,my experience as one of the university students, I sometimes ponder on how would I react to my new classmates in my Masters' Degree class later. The situation is obviously different compared to when I was in Auckland University. Getting to know new people and adapting self to the new order sometimes tiring. Will I be able to cope on with my new classmates? Or am I still shadowed by the memories that I have back in Auckland University?

Is there anyone like Cheryl Ng, my good mentor? Can I find a good buddy who loves to cook like Kak Hyppo..?Or maybe a Socrates like Ain, who never forgets to remind me of the task? Can I find a good ustazah like Kak Syahidah? Or a caring sister like Kak Sue..? Is there anyone as fun as Naz Naim? Or as talented as Nette..?Would someone as cool as Diane sit next to me? Or someone as bubbly as Mus? Is it possible to find a duplicate version of dynamic duo like Akmal and Amalina?

I can clearly remember all those names because the memories are still fresh and stick on my mind as if they are printed on the yellow stick-on-notes or they are not the type of people who are easily forgotten. However, when I tried to think back on all the good sweet memories back in MRSM Jasin, pheewww it was a tough one, but I managed to recall a few names though. It is either I am having a short-term memory loss, or because the memories are not fresh. So, who says that memories remain..? Regardless of how sweet they might be. ;p

The Arrival of Adam Nor Fariz Chapter 1

Salam..
Alhamdulillah, my most beloved gem was born on the 8th of August,2008 1t 12.02am, which was exactly on his 9 months and 10 days of age in the womb. He was 2.65kgs at birth. We name him Adam Nor Fariz bin Ahmad Nurul Fakhri. At the point of laying my eyes on him, I started to feel the love that has been growing since the first month of pregnancy, to grow more and more, and yet it's getting warmer as days went by.



On the 3rd day after his delivery, Adam was diagnosed with jaundice. The klinik kesihatan nurses urged us to send him to the hospital for further check-up and he needed to be hospitalized as well. But, due to my mother's instinct, I wanted him to be sent to Kuantan Specialist Hospital instead. So, at 7pm on the 13th of August (Adam was 5 days old), my hubby drove us to KSH. Actually, it's my mindset that makes me decide to go to KSH instead of typical GH. Typical GH..?You know what I mean. My experiences of being hospitalized for 'alahan' twice early and middle this year make me despise GH terribly!~ Yes you heard me right. I'm so not a big fan of any government services. They are slow, terrible, bad PR-embedded skills, and et cetera. And the award for The Nation's Worst Ever Service falls to Malaysian GH!~ *GH = General Hospital. In addition, they treat you as if they are the most intelligent people on earth, and for you, if you work in other fields, such as engineering, education, or even soccer field, you are considered as uneducated, dumb, 'kampung' and not so well-off.

I'm so in love with my boy, there's no way that I would let him to be treated in such manner, even I could not stand the way they treat me. If I treat my boy like a prince, of course I am expecting others to treat him the same way, get what I mean..? Besides, the Klinik Kesihatan does not provide an accurate result of total bilirubin compared to KSH. During my stay in KSH, the paediatrician gave me all the access to the nursery, since I chose to breastfeed my boy. I explained to her why I chose to exclusively breastfeed my baby although I might be having a little obstacle in managing the hours when I start working. However, comparing to other matters, my boy would always come first in line.. ;)

Nenonatal Jaundice is a yellowing of the skin and other tissues of infant babies due to the high level of bilirubin. It can be detected even by pressing the skin, or applying pressure to the skin 'so that it reveals underlying skin and its subcutaneous tissue.' (source: wikipedia).

err...i'm out of words, so pen-off for now...till then..Salam..

The Story of Not So Odd Malaysian

The Huh-Huh Chapter 1

Assalamu'alaikum..

hihi..let me tell ya..this is not the first time I am having a blog actually. not as if im tak setia pada yg satu, but then to be honest, I am unable to recall the passwords and the user name..aduh..

Hijau seems to be very refreshing..calm..and bla..bla..you would have heard them puji-puji the green colour of course..no kidding..green is refreshing..I love green. The theme colour for my engagement woud be green :)

Talking about green, I still clearly remember seeing banners, ads and posters along the way from Terengganu to Malacca promoting Green, Healthy Envi and so on which brings me to write about this one issue about promoting healthy environment as well (membebel would sound better)... Last two weeks, I went to Puduraya to fetch my biggie yg naik bus all the way from Malacca. Had to wait for him in Puduraya, for about 2hours due to traffic congestions.

Lapar, starving so I walked around in order to find something to eat at the nearby kiosk. Tiba-tiba I terpijak a chewing gum and that 'thing' actually melekat under my sandal. I tried to get it off. I went to the stairs which led you to the buses downstairs. Then, I tried to get the chewing gum off by kesat2 my sandal at one of the top stairs. Kat situ banyak betul mat saleh, and minah saleh as well. Malu dah masa tu, but then walking with the 'thing' under my sandal memang irritating. I really need to get it off!

One of the mat salehs actually came to me and asked me why. I said, 'Nothing, it's just small matter.' However, that was not actually what I really wanted to say. I wish I could say, 'Oh, this is one good thing about Malaysia. You can simply find 'souvenirs' anywhere, even you can unintentionally step on it!~ We are generous, of course.' Tapi, bila fikir balik...Malaysia is not that bad..because when I was in New Zealand, I still clearly remember seeing a bus-rider 'honestly' put his chewing gum under his seat. Not much difference compared to other countries, I guess.

What differs more is the way you think. How you shape your self-discipline..This thing, happens naturally..Parents or teachers are just simply the model, but kids, you would always be the one to decide what's best for you. But, adults nor caregivers can't say anything even if you don't want anything which is actually good for you. So kids, stay in school!~ ;)