Selamat Hari Raya

Selamat Hari Raya!

The First Syawal is here, finally!

We spent four days at my parents', then driving back to home, put up a night, then spent the last Ramadan at Azmady's parents'. Azam Zikry refused to let me out of his sight, at both my parents' and Azmady's, so I didn't get to be much of a help. Mama did all the cooking by herself, poor her! But she managed to do all those by herself and still keeping the kitchen clean, neat and organized. The only thing I got to help is ironing her dining table cloth. Better than nothing huh!

SMSes came rushing in wishing Selamat Hari Raya. I have a pre-written text to reply all those but splashed in a few personal sentences to those who I think deserve it. Cool Selamat Hari Raya SMSes are spread all over the town for e.g. I got the "Sorry I baroo bar lake dairy London!" from Azrina (Manchester ex student, same org) and Boy (Smapian, MFI). I have this thought of inventing my new own SMS and how cool it'd be when it is spread all over the town during the festive and how cooler it'd be receiving it back again but then the little one always become the excuse of not creating one... Seriously, I didn't have much time to organize the words in my mind and jot them down.

Downstairs people are watching Sepet which I think is THE most honest movie I've ever seen. Can't wait for her next film, Gubra which review I have read in her blog. I got to blog since Azam Zikry has gone to dreamland (remind me to write about his new habit of getting to sleep: lick mommy's chest)

Lemme tell you about the first Eid we had. We, of course, dressed in deep red, he and Daddy in Johore's baju melayu and me with Kebaya and Batik. Mak has done some adjustment on his sleeve which then made the Johore's look so funny, macam baju kedah. Imagine this, the sleeves are so short but the badan are so labuh! Haha.. he looked cute, anyway. And dear Daddy look so ever handsome in red. After Daddy and Tuk Wan and Pak Ngah and Pak Su came back from the Surau, we did the traditional raya thing, salam and memohon maaf. Mama and Papa basically were standing when we wanted to salam them, I then dragged Mama to sit, telling her it's time for her to be a tuk (a grandparent), sit and wait for the kids to salam and minta maaf, Ma!! I kissed both of my in law's. Then Shaniza called from London, we took turn to speak to her which Azam Zikry chose to scream instead. (oh ya he is getting syiok already with his annoying scream! I am to find out a way of putting him to stop to those ears piercing screams)

We then go to visit Pak Hamzah and Azam Zikry got to play with Amir Haziq. The boy is a month older but got a lot more teeth than him. We then visit the other neighbor which house has frightened me. There were clothes, books and basically JUNKS everywhere in the house. I dared took a step into the kitchen and its image stuck in my mind until late afternoon! Whooh.... That is basically the most DIRTY house I've ever been in entire life!! But their kids are great. They are friendly, down to earth, great with Azam Zikry and drive sporty cars.

We went back then to put AZ to sleep for one hour and a half then shoot to Prof Adib's, mama's gynae at Jln Chenderai, Bangsar where I met Juli, her daughter who works with MAS. She talked about having a red book policy on procurement on all the GLCs companies and I am yet to find out.

After that, we got nowhere to go so we decided to pay a relatives' late Deepavali Visit at Jln Limau Manis. But the real reason I wanted to visit is because I haven't seen their triplet. Yes, you read me right, TRIPLET. Two girls and one boy, they are Dravid, Anushka and Marisha. When we first walked, they are seated discplinely in their dining chairs, alligned in a straight line in front of the tv, watching Aladin while having dinner. They have their own play ground, siap ada pagar, and they DO have lots of books. At the age of two, they are still closely guarded by their parents, their grandparents and two maids. Nak tinggal pergi dapur pun the mother will call the tata to come and watch one of the girls. I wonder how Shamala and the husband have their own lives. But I guess, the kids ARE their lives.

My goal, to see the TRIPLET, one of the many wonders of the world, is achieved. I came back, letting Azam Zikry nuzzled my caftan, feeling contented and so much relieved for God gave me one angel to love. I am sure three are A GREAT GIFT but for now, lemme settle for one who is more than happy to nuzzle me.

Tomorrow we gotta see Hamdan at his in laws' to hand him over his stroller.

Selamat Hari Raya. May yours be as fulfilling as mine.