Sentosa Island, Singapore

....hati rasa sungguh gembira baru pulang dari singapura....remember that jingle in one of the advertisement to promote Spore. But our trip to Sentosa Island was not that "baru", we went there in 2007 during the year end school holiday. It was a day trip...we spent more time in Orchard Road and ViVO shopping mall...as the boys always complaining, they dont get to see around enough as mummy and abah are so addicted to shopping...Actually, they always remind us about Tugu Negara, National Museum and all sort of local attractions...but we always end up with KLCC (but we visited the Aquaria so not so bad lah kan boys?), One Utama and adding on another must-visit , Pavillion....we change plan next time ok! but food is always awesome in those places so that is compensation...he..he..he...

Ok about Sentosa, we missed the Voice of the Sea...we lost each other...mummy and adib did not take the lurge down the hill so Abah, Along and Angah drove down to a different place and Adib and me walked to another end...and worse still mummy's handphone was out of battery....thus, me and adib waited at the Merlion...

As mentioned above , the visit to sentosa Island was a short one... Abah said we have another go this raya....so let us counting on that....

Life is fragile..............

There are so many things have been happening for the past 2 weeks...mummy had reunion with aunt Ita and Uncle Fendi, mummy - lost and found some bunch of friends during high school, abah has been fully occupied with the chicken farm - the first 50,000 chickens are now in... and one bad news about my best friend's son. I feel bad for not calling her (Aunt Kay) for quite sometime and worse when I did last week, she told me that she has been very quiet as her first son was diagnosised with leukemia...we can never imagine that such a thing could happened to any one of us.....i mean we read aboutt in the magazines in the news but not even once does it come across my mind that it could actually really happen and it can hit us as well...anytime...The news brought tears to my eyes, I am sad for Kay...I hope she are given the strengh to face all this...For once, I am brought back to my senses..that life is precious and fragile of course..we got to be appreciative for what we have...we got to continue to love each other and be blessed for the love that we have among us, the health, ........having one another to be called family....

My third son - Ahmad Adib

Adib was born on Oct 3rd 2004 Sunday (18 Syaaban1425) in the same private hospital Angah was delivered. I think it is a fact that the more often you bring new soul into this world, the faster the delivery will be...for some reason lah. So Adib was the fastest among the 3..My first contraction started about 7-8 in the morning and we had Adib at 11.13am. I had epidural deliverying Adib, the whole labour was as I said fast but not without its own suspense element to it. For the third time, there were me and abah, but this round perhaps with 2 past experience, abah was a little bit relax and at times he was acting more than the doctor...he made comments like the 'push' was wrong, got to re do, take a deep breath and NOW...like a personal trainer...Adib came out alright but there was no sound..yes, he did not cry like the other two screaming their heart out....so the joy become horror...the moment Adib was out the doctor rushed him to the other room...abah was like pushed back to the chair , then went to see what went wrong...the whole event was very fast then we heard the waaaaaaaa...and I praised to Allah....Adib had the cord twirled around his body, and about to become stressed inside me...so i was told it is a normal procedure for doctor to shut the baby from crying until they clean the mouth or something to ensure the baby not taking in his own poo????? something like that...There we have Adib, our little baby(not so little he is now)...a boy with big eyes, big head and very colourful character.....Love dearly and being pampered as dearly by each of us, mummy, abah, along and angah...

My second son- Ahmad Aimran

Aimran was born on the 9th of Dec 2000 Saturday 7.43am(12 Ramadan 1421) in a private hospital. I would described his labour as pretty smooth, he was 2 weeks late thus i was hospitalised for one day and induced. People tend to say induced is more painful than the normal natural contraction but somehow i feel pain is still pain , to describe if one is more than another...emmmm ..i am not sure but we got the privilege to be expecting for it....so i think it was ok...Another thing that I am afraid of is another caesarian and thank Allah, I had normal labour for Aimran but he was vacuumed. Again me and Abah went through the labour together .."Along" was with Atok. The moment , you were out from me, Dr Khalid put you ( with the cord attached) onto my tummy and abah 'Azan' there and then. That was pretty cool and special. Another thing to note is that Aimran was born in the year 2000 and it was the Golden Dragon year in the Chinese Calendar, so they say there will be a lot of 'ONG' to have a golden dragon boy.....Dragon or tiger golden or silver..in Islam, anak ade rezekinya and anak itu amanah...Frankly, before Aimran was borned I always wonder how would I treat another baby after Along...do i have enough love in me .......but the moment I saw Aimran, I knew and I learned that a mother's love is undivided, unconditional and tremendous...and beyond description....................

My first son - Ahmad Afi

Afi was born on Oct 4th 1997 (1 jamidilakhir 1418), saturday subuh about 5am in North Middlesex hospital in London. His labour was the longest - it was almost 24 hours. I started of with 10-20 minutes break of pain and being anxious and afraid of course, we went straight to the hospital..i was like 2cm opened..the waiting was like forever with me in lots of pain..we are so blessed having abah who was not even a second, away from my side...i still cannot recall if abah actually ate anything the whole day (from the morning of 3rd until the moment afi was born)..so we walked around the labour ward (mummy & abah) to help the "opening".....with 5 minutes pain, i had gas then epidural ...and somehow the opening reached 6cm and stopped...after a long breathtaking struggling...caesarian is the answer...so afi was born through the "tingkap" as the malay calls it......i was put in half anaes so i could actually see the whole procedure from reflection on the lamp cover on top of me...but i did not ..the only hope at that time is to get you out and to hold you and hoping for health...
i praised to Allah the moment i heard your first cries...afi weigthed at 3.88kg, ..the biggest among the 3...do remember the first person who changed your diaper was abah, with the sticky black poo ..messy!!! Afi was 1 month old in the picture

Kenduri sunat Afi dan Mukhriz

When I was in year 3 my family did this ceremony in Pekan. The middle one and who sits below did not circumcise.This ceremony is for me (afi) and mukhriz circumsition. This is a religious ritual for all muslim male. The middle boy is Aimran. He will be circumcised when my uncle(ayah jo) get married. We will only wait until 2009.If ayah jo is not married by then we will circumcise him at home. I'm just joking. Ok ayah jo please get married in December 2009.