7.35am Wednesday 31 December 2014
Again I am confirmed guilty of being a year beginning and year end blogger.!.!.!
There is too much anger, hatred, pain, anguish and suffering that dotted 2014.
Home front, we have,
- The disappearance of MH370. It has been 280 days..
- The shooting down of MH17. After 170th days, the perpetrators are still free....
- The unprecedented flooding of East coast states, Kelantan, Trengganu n Pahang and Perak......
Which displaced almost 200k people, killed 24 n left certain areas like the aftermath of tsunami.
- The unending cyber fights that resorts to ugly, unmoral dan most time despicable outburst...
International front, we have,
- The sinking of the Korean ferry.
- The earthquake in Bohol and the onslaught of typoon Yolanda on central Phillipines
- The genocide in Palestine.
- The merciless killings in many parts of the world... Syria, Myanmar, Pakistan....
- The crashing of Air Asia Indonesia QZ8501 on Sunday 28 December
- The uncertainty of the world Economy.......
As of this moment, I can't think of any joyous events...... Except my happy times with my family...Such as
- Chinese New Year celebration with my parents, siblings n their families... Visiting my elders in my birth kampung.
- A visit to my sister n her family in Auckland with my other sister from Salado, Texas. We had a great time n took lots of pictures
- The Hari Raya Aidil Fitri n Aidil Adha. For this year, these two occasions were less merry because of the passing of my mother-in-laws.
- The Cuti-cuti Malaysia to Sabah, Sarawak and Langkawi.
- A surprise short visit from my sister n her hubby from Salado right before the big flood....
I thank Allah SWT for my happy momemts n I redha with the unhappy ones....
And hope to cross over to 2015 with a full recovery for my right knee from injury sustained in the fall from a ladder 1 n 1/2 month ago which left me unable to walk properly. Thus, reduced the quality in my daily activities.....
I pray 2015 will bring more peace n harmony to the world at large n to my beloved homeland.
Lastly, may my family n I be blessed with all the goodness in life... Ameen
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Syukur Alhamdulillah, My 1st Born Is 40 Today.
12.44am Thursday 02 January 2014
Just texted my 1st born to wish him Happy Birthday...
Fourty years ago, he was borned at the Sultanah Aminah Hospital in Johor Baharu. To be exact, it was 12.59am 02.01.1974.
As he was due on the 29th December 1973, hubby got me admitted earlier because we were inexperient n not willing to risk rushing when the labour started....
Being admitted early was not really a good idea.. I had to endure the screaming n wailing of women who could not endure the pain. I remembered cryng silently during the night.
Come January 1st 1974, there was no sign of of him wanting to see the world... So the doctor induced my labour. Clad in hubby's blue pajamas top, I endured the excruciating pain for many hours. The nurse gave me an injection to lessen the pain, I guessed... Finally, Syukur Alhamdulillah he arrived. He has my look n I did not need the name tag to recognise that he is mine.
The parents of a baby girl born on the same day, took a picture of me holding my bundle of joy.... And that is the only picture I had with him in the hospital.
He had jaundice. So we had to stay back a few extra days. I had to sun him every morning....
Then we brought him home n began the journey of bringing him up....
Just texted my 1st born to wish him Happy Birthday...
Fourty years ago, he was borned at the Sultanah Aminah Hospital in Johor Baharu. To be exact, it was 12.59am 02.01.1974.
As he was due on the 29th December 1973, hubby got me admitted earlier because we were inexperient n not willing to risk rushing when the labour started....
Being admitted early was not really a good idea.. I had to endure the screaming n wailing of women who could not endure the pain. I remembered cryng silently during the night.
Come January 1st 1974, there was no sign of of him wanting to see the world... So the doctor induced my labour. Clad in hubby's blue pajamas top, I endured the excruciating pain for many hours. The nurse gave me an injection to lessen the pain, I guessed... Finally, Syukur Alhamdulillah he arrived. He has my look n I did not need the name tag to recognise that he is mine.
The parents of a baby girl born on the same day, took a picture of me holding my bundle of joy.... And that is the only picture I had with him in the hospital.
He had jaundice. So we had to stay back a few extra days. I had to sun him every morning....
Then we brought him home n began the journey of bringing him up....
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