Thursday, October 22, 2009

OH ME, OH MY.....

This week started out just fine. I took Monday off just to have a girls' day out with Izza and SIL. We had fun. Well, separately; we dropped Izza off at Borders and went off to explore. Bought me the third handbag in a 4 days (Baba....pls don't read this!!) and some other non necessecities. Best part of course was when we got hungry. Grilled fish in assam sauce and rice and then we scooted to Sushi King, and for dessert: crispy apam balik with chocolate and peanut butter spread. YUM......
Tuesday was quite interesting, I was invited to attend the launch of "Bulan Bahasa Kebangsaan" at DBKL. The choir sang beautifully. A far contrast from MARA's choir group. (hehehehe). They sang and danced and then the VVIPs stumbled in their speeches. The lighting was such that these 'warga emas' could not read their speeches because their multifocals couldn't focus. hahahahahaha....... That was good fodder for a joke. We were giggling in our seats. Then the host ushered the minister to the side of the stage to get down, luckily they stopped in time because the steps were way off to the other side...HAHAHAHAHA.... gosh, I have tears in my eyes thinking back. That afternoon, Izza sprained her ankle......
Wednesday dawned sunny and clear. Did some work at the office. I do need to earn some of my keep don't I? Anyway, it was an ordinary day till Imran came home from school. I thought something was up when he didn't smile that adorable smile of his. Then I noticed his bloody nose and fat lip!!!! OMG...what happened? I screamed. He put his head on my shoulder and started sobbing. My poor, poor angel.... (Izza, do not puke!). Apparently, he tried to break up a fight between his best friend and another boy and got punched by accident. At that point the two boys were stunned and profusely apologised to Imran. Well, that was his story. Now, Imran has a history of fabricating facts whenever he thinks it will get him out of trouble. So Izza took on the role of the Inquisitor, but I have to say, I appreciated her gentleness in treating Imran last night. Imran stuck to his story throughout the night. In the end we believed him. But Baba's reaction was another story; it ranged from going to meet the teacher, to making a police report, to going to the clinic (after I mms imran's pic) and then to blaming Imran for being friends with the likes of those boys.
I only had this to say to Imran: "Now you see why you shouldn't cry wolf. People won't believe you even if you are telling the truth. I know you're hurting but isn't it more hurting when we doubt your story?", and to that he replied," Yes, Mum. I'm hurt that nobody believed me at first. And I don't ever want to be in a fight if this is how painful it is. I won't lie anymore." AWWWwwwwwww..... Yeah me, the sucker Mum. Till the next time, Imran.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


Ilham - better known as Adik. Is 11 years old this year. This was taken on 11/10/09 a day after his actual bday. A week after Hari Raya he had gone back to KB with MIL and SIL. He got all excited flying on MAS. SIL kept quoting to him 'Adik, kita naik MAS'...hahaha...he answered, 'Malaysia Airlines' to her consternation. You see, Adik has ADHD with limited vocabulary. To this day he is only able to string 2 -3 word sentences at a time. However, he can be very observant and sharp; when he wants to be. So he was in KB for about two weeks. At first he was soooo happy to be the centre of attention of MIL, SIL and a great aunt. Everyday he gets to eat his favourite dishes (except Maggi and such), literally spoon fed and hand fed. Bathed and groomed, attended to and all the trappings of a spoiled brat. But after a week or so, he started to whine for Baba... OF ALL PEOPLE.....why not Mummy??????????
Many a nights I sit wondering...WHY??????
He would cry out for Baba....that was a sign, time with grandma is about to come to an end. So we got tickets for Air Asia and he got excited all over again. Adik has this affinity with vehicles. Any kind, as long as he can ride in it. A 14 hour journey is heaven for him. An 8 hour journey by bus is not enough. Once, when he got down from the bus from KL to KB, he whined to get back on the bus and continue the journey to where, he doesn't care. So we try to let him experience as many rides as he can. There are still a few he has not tried : boats, trains, cable cars, motorbikes. Insyallah, we will find ways for him to.
My heart weeps for his condition but sings at God's mercy for bestowing me this child that brings such joy in my life. Oh yes, we fight a lot.... he is a very, very demanding person. Not just for my attention, for material things too. Food especially. But never a day goes by that I do not smile at his latest antics and discoveries. Much of what we take for granted go beyond his understanding. A 'No' for any request is not final for him. In fact a 'No' is not an acceptable answer until he gets a 'Yes'. He will keep asking, over and over ....
'Mummy, pizza?' 'No, adik, no pizza.'
'Mummmmmyyyyyy, Pizzaaaaaaaa?' 'No',
'wuaaaaaaaaaaa......mummyyyyyyyyyyy, pizzzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!'
'(sigh)...ok adik, jom pizza'
that is a normal conversation with him. Not, 'Hi mummy, how was your day at work?' I'd jump to the rooftop in shock and joy, if one day, that's the greeting from him when I come home from work. Until then, 'Mummy, KFC?'