Finally, after a long struggle saving some money and mostly from bank loan, savings, EPF, we finally managed to secure an apartment in Tanah Rata.
Now, this is the unit where we all can go and each son or daughter will have their own room. When they got married, each will sleep in their own room without worrying their aurat etc.
One thing that I learned about buying a unit is that you have to furnish it.
With another house in Batang Kali on the way, it financially strained me. I have to scrape all accounts that I have, which is only three, and leave nominal amount.
I am happy any way. Thank you to my wife for making us float. Without her savings, I am not sure what to do. Thanks love.
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Monday, February 19, 2018
Kayla
Mikayla
That's the name of our first grand child, and hopefully the first of many more grand kids.
Funny thing about our lovely grand child
Welcome Kayla to the world, and more importantly as our grandchild.
Looking forward having great memories together.
That's the name of our first grand child, and hopefully the first of many more grand kids.
Funny thing about our lovely grand child
- She was supposed to be born on the 30th December 2017, the same date as her Pak Busu. Her aunty was to be married the next day 31st December 2017. Can one imagine how sticky the situation to mummy Jiha to be in confinement missing her only sister's wedding.
- I calculated in my brain the possibility of Kayla being born on the same date as me 15th November. 45 days? That is impossible. But on the 14th, mummy Jiha was admitted and on the next morning, Kayla was born.
- By being born 45 days earlier, her grand father has to share the same glitter of being the birthday kid with her. Mummy Jiha 44th day was on the 30th December. Now mummy can not be confined and enjoy the occasion.
- Parents in law saw that their daughter in law has mellowed. Suddenly she is a mom. And she love her kid. What transformation from a girl total her car the year earlier.
Welcome Kayla to the world, and more importantly as our grandchild.
Looking forward having great memories together.
Being Married Early
I was minding my own self, enrolled in all boys school.
Except for female relatives, quite a few of them, female friends are almost non existent.
Mind me, I am comfortable to be with. Some uncles and aunties hinted that they would like me as their son in law and all. And I was smitten by a cousin as well when I was young but was so scared of her brothers.
Until I met my wife.
It was not love at first sight. She despise me for being loud, arrogant and obnoxious. And I think she was an overly pampered girl who does not know where she left her wallet.
This goes on until we had friendly rivalry in our TOEFL exams.
SAT?. I never could beat her, except in Math.
This so called rivalry makes me aware of her true self and I believed we have our shields down slowly after that.
Matters got worse. My days would not be complete if I did not see her. And all these with having female friends on my right and back.
I only realised that I was in love after I confide with our late friend Amran. I went to his house in Kelang and later I made a call to him in Ysiplanti.
I confessed my love for her and proposed to her on the 14th January 1986. With all the goals and targets that I have made for myself, I add another mountain to that long list.
We have known for 33 years, being a couple for 32. Being husband and wife for 27 years.
The kids are told that they could marry any time when they are ready to be responsible. Being in love is a beautiful thing and being married to your best friend, soul mate is not something that I would not object or delay.
My greatest fear was not being able to have my then girl friend to be part of my life. My mom, brothers and sister will always be there as we are blood related. But to include some one from outside that circle was extremely difficult journey.
Except for female relatives, quite a few of them, female friends are almost non existent.
Mind me, I am comfortable to be with. Some uncles and aunties hinted that they would like me as their son in law and all. And I was smitten by a cousin as well when I was young but was so scared of her brothers.
Until I met my wife.
It was not love at first sight. She despise me for being loud, arrogant and obnoxious. And I think she was an overly pampered girl who does not know where she left her wallet.
This goes on until we had friendly rivalry in our TOEFL exams.
SAT?. I never could beat her, except in Math.
This so called rivalry makes me aware of her true self and I believed we have our shields down slowly after that.
Matters got worse. My days would not be complete if I did not see her. And all these with having female friends on my right and back.
I only realised that I was in love after I confide with our late friend Amran. I went to his house in Kelang and later I made a call to him in Ysiplanti.
I confessed my love for her and proposed to her on the 14th January 1986. With all the goals and targets that I have made for myself, I add another mountain to that long list.
We have known for 33 years, being a couple for 32. Being husband and wife for 27 years.
The kids are told that they could marry any time when they are ready to be responsible. Being in love is a beautiful thing and being married to your best friend, soul mate is not something that I would not object or delay.
My greatest fear was not being able to have my then girl friend to be part of my life. My mom, brothers and sister will always be there as we are blood related. But to include some one from outside that circle was extremely difficult journey.
Reflection.
My father died on the 24th February 1990. He would have been 78 this year.
His departure when I was merely 13+year old made me realised that I have to change my life and to be an adult at super speed.
I took this as a sign to reflect on the changes I made to my life, and to remember those moments before I became senile.
Scene 1 - VI Hostel years
It only happened when I was give the opportunity to stay at VI Hostel in Form 3. It really is an eye opener. Here, I was introduced to many hard working bright students and at that time my Form 1 and Form 2 was filled with having self-pity during my father's visits and stays at HKL (previously GH) and his departure.
Scene 2 - Science 6
I tried to study the missing two years and my SRP was not that bad. Alas, I was booted to the last Science Class when all these while I thought I could be in the top three classes.
That was the first time I really need to change. I studied very hard trying to prove to every one that they have made a mistake for my being in the last class.
I met Hazrin Hassan, a jovial fellow with the same bitterness about being mis-placed. We also noticed that many class mates were also bitter. Some, like Syed (Arab), he transferred to Technical Institute Penang. But many decided to stay as their love for the school (or being associated with it), but many rebel by being obnoxious and do not intend to study.
My monthly exam results were as good as the Top 3 classes students, but I fell sick during my SPM exams with rashes.
Hazrin and I managed to obtain Grade 1, making two of the only three students making it from Bottom 3 classes.
Scene 3 - UPM days
I was training with Serdang Angels, UPM students' rugby team. And at one time, I was listed to play for Serdang Devils, the staffs team. If not because of some other team threatened to report to the officials, I would have taken credit for playing for both teams, legal or not.
My results were tumbling due to too much rugby. And I was thinking of mom, brothers and sister who might witness my being booted out of the Uni.
Feeling extremely sad, one day I kneeled and sobbed after prayer asking اللّهُ swt. to give me one more chance.
Alhamdulillah, I was given that chance.
That was the year 1984 and National Economic Policy was due to end six years later. The then government decided to send as many students to overseas, and I, even with the average SPM result, was given this opportunity.
My father died on the 24th February 1990. He would have been 78 this year.
His departure when I was merely 13+year old made me realised that I have to change my life and to be an adult at super speed.
I took this as a sign to reflect on the changes I made to my life, and to remember those moments before I became senile.
Scene 1 - VI Hostel years
It only happened when I was give the opportunity to stay at VI Hostel in Form 3. It really is an eye opener. Here, I was introduced to many hard working bright students and at that time my Form 1 and Form 2 was filled with having self-pity during my father's visits and stays at HKL (previously GH) and his departure.
Scene 2 - Science 6
I tried to study the missing two years and my SRP was not that bad. Alas, I was booted to the last Science Class when all these while I thought I could be in the top three classes.
That was the first time I really need to change. I studied very hard trying to prove to every one that they have made a mistake for my being in the last class.
I met Hazrin Hassan, a jovial fellow with the same bitterness about being mis-placed. We also noticed that many class mates were also bitter. Some, like Syed (Arab), he transferred to Technical Institute Penang. But many decided to stay as their love for the school (or being associated with it), but many rebel by being obnoxious and do not intend to study.
My monthly exam results were as good as the Top 3 classes students, but I fell sick during my SPM exams with rashes.
Hazrin and I managed to obtain Grade 1, making two of the only three students making it from Bottom 3 classes.
Scene 3 - UPM days
I was training with Serdang Angels, UPM students' rugby team. And at one time, I was listed to play for Serdang Devils, the staffs team. If not because of some other team threatened to report to the officials, I would have taken credit for playing for both teams, legal or not.
My results were tumbling due to too much rugby. And I was thinking of mom, brothers and sister who might witness my being booted out of the Uni.
Feeling extremely sad, one day I kneeled and sobbed after prayer asking اللّهُ swt. to give me one more chance.
Alhamdulillah, I was given that chance.
That was the year 1984 and National Economic Policy was due to end six years later. The then government decided to send as many students to overseas, and I, even with the average SPM result, was given this opportunity.
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