I'm Stealing Someone Else's Post Here... Because I Can!!!

When I read the Bride’s post here… I nearly cried. Nearly! But I didn’t. well, it would be too embarrassing if I did as I was reading it from my handphone right in front of the Bride.

It’s amazing how time flies.

The journey to fatherhood was simply awesome. From the night that I got back from a meeting at 3 am on some Saturday, waking the Bride only to ask her to pee on a stick and seeing two lines indicating that one of my lil swimmers made it… to waking up to a pair of small hands belonging to a cheeky smiling baby girl patting my head rigorously in anticipation to see my reaction in the wee hours of the night.

I can never do justice in trying to express the happiness and joy (well, sometimes ada la sikit geram and frustrated hehe) it is to have the Bride and little Alisha in my life.

I’m lost for words. I think it would just be better to "steal" the Bride’s words and share it with you all here.

Here goes nothing!

Happy "belated" Father's Day, Daddy Dam Dam!!

I planned to post this up on Father’s Day itself, but as time was not on my side, I could only publish this today. Here’s to you, love... *hugs*


Dear Alisha,

If you should some day stumble upon my blog, I’d just love for you to read what I am about to write.

This year, your Daddy celebrates Father’s Day for the very first time. You should see how excited he was over the fact that he gets to celebrates Father’s Day and is ever so proud that he is YOUR Daddy.

From the second you were born, you were his little princess. He held you close and cradled you like the precious little angel that you are. From that moment on, he’s been ever so involved in the process of raising you.

Not only is your Daddy around during the fun and games...

He even helps to bathe you...

Dress you...

Change your diapers...

Do your manicures...

Rock you to sleep...

And take care of you when I have to work :)

Trust me, there’s not a lot of Daddies out there who would sacrifice their clean air to change dirty diapers as much as your Daddy does *grin*

On top of that, he takes care of me too! The Mommy, who’s actually supposed to do the bulk of things but your your Daddy happily shares the job of raising you, our little Chempedak :)

All this, he does without a single complaint. Ever. He does it all with so much love for you that it amazes me the amount of patience he has for his little bundle of joy.

So, here’s wishing your Daddy a very Happy Father’s Day. You wife loves you very much, you know?

And so does your baby :)

Thank you love. I’m sure you would know by now that I love you very much. 

*smoooooch*

Blog adjourned...

Let's Shop For Charity!!!

In support of the Securities Commission’s Children for Children Charity Bazaar,

Carry Me Beautiful will be opening up their very own little booth!

There will be handbags (big and small!) and other accessories up for sale

and the best part is that 10% of all proceeds will go to charity!

So do drop by!

18th June 2010, Friday

9am – 5pm

The Atrium of Securities Commission

3, Persiaran Bukit Kiara, Bukit Kiara

50490 KL

Shopping Berpahala is what I call it... hehe

Blog adjourned..

YAY! HOLLAND WON!!!

HOLLAND MENANG!!!

B.E.S.T.

Ahh..

Victory is certainly sweet. 

It matters not in the end how boring the game was. It was not as classy as how the Germans massacred the Aussies. I think they were too close to each other till they overlapped jurisdictions. They were bumping each other in their bid to get the ball. In Malaysia we call that "main kampung" which literally means that the players are putting up their own camps around each other and not bothered to open the game. 

That's not cool when you are watching it on tele. More so on HD tele.

I think Holland will have to buck up their game play if they wish to make their fans happy as they win the World Cup.

Probably playing a noon game can absorb more energy and make the players more lethargic but that should not be a good reason for their lack of creative game.

Okay game but Great Results!

*WOOT*WOOT*

GO HOLLAND GO!!!

*A VERY HAPPY SUPPORTER!!*

A Thank You For Everything

I have always enjoyed weekends. I always feel the weekends are really good to rejuvenate ourselves after a hectic week. More so when I have my mini family to spend it with and being a full time student as well! It was for about two years that I enjoyed weekends with the Bride and now we have little Alisha to spend it with.

The best part is that Alisha loves and enjoys her weekends too! As the Bride puts it, “Weekend is Alisha’s special time with Mummy and Daddy”.
It certainly is.

It matters not whether it is a day at the mall, attending weddings, travelling in the car, holidaying, you name it, the fact that the three of us are together, I certainly would enjoy our quality time together.

As I sit back and enjoy my sage tea (courtesy of my good friend from Qatar) and watching England vs. USA, I suddenly smiled to myself knowing that I would be joining my girls to bed soon.

This comforting feeling comes at unexpected times. Sometimes when I'm driving, when I'm day dreaming in class, when I see my Bride and Alisha playing in the room etc. It certainly does bring a flow of happiness in my heart.

Then I remembered what my teacher said in my spiritual class. It is from Surah Ibrahim, verse 7.

“And when your Lord proclaimed: If ye give thanks, I will give you more; but if ye are thankless, lo! My punishment is dire.”

I close my eyes and silently thank the Him for such a warm and comfortable feeling. Happiness that comes from circumstances that He has graciously blessed me, Happiness for having everything that I have. Happiness for having the Bride and Alisha in my life (as well as the existing family members hehe). 

Alhamdulillah. 

Alhamdulillah. 

Alhamdulillah.

It is never too late to thank Him. But as the verse indicates, let us not be from those who thankless.

Allah knows best.

Blog adjourned.

You Sure Or Not???

Last Monday, I attended my first class for the second semester in pursuing my CIFP. The next two months are my short semester  I have in my plate only two subjects.

Just as it is in any other Universities, the fact that you are taking your second semester means that you have completed your first semester’s examination. Whether you passed your exams is another issue.

Completing your examinations will compel you to face your results. I will always get this love-hate feeling when I know that results are out. I would want to know how I fared but I hate the element of surprise sentiment attached to it. As much as I cover my eyes when I log on to check my results, curiosity dictates that I’d leave sufficient space in between my fingers for me to peep at the screen.

Alhamdulillah, I think I did quite well for my first semester. My results proved my over-dramatic-depression feeling after my accounting paper to be quite unnecessary. Again, praises be to Him, for allowing me to pass that paper.

What surprised me was that when I went for my first class last week, a few of my friends came up to me to congratulate me. I asked them for what occasion and they replied for having scored straight As in the previous semester.

“Hah? But I didn’t get straight As…”

“Don’t lie lah. I heard people saying that you got straight As!”

“Erm, don’t you think I would know my own results? The last time I checked, I saw that I got a B for my Accounts paper. From whom did you hear this news?”

"Erm... Not sure..."

And then another friend came to congratulate me. And another and so on.

Reading Batman comic books at MPH during my semester break has taught me how to investigate stuff like how Batman would do it. I tried to implement his “techniques” to find out how this rumor started. Erm, No, I did not throw people off the roof to squeeze information, but just the “asking-around” technique.

I found out that someone overheard my friend saying that she thinks I got straight As. Apparently, that person did not hear the word “thinks” and assumed it was true. Now, a number of my friends think that I scored straight As when I can only wish that their kind thoughts were true.

Haha.

So I posted this on my Facebook account:

"Thank you for ur confidence in thinking that I got straight A's for my 1st semester but unfortunately u thought wrong. HuHu..."

 I think that should put out the rumor. Embarrassing ok when you didn’t score straight As and people congratulate you for nothing. And when you deny it, they would think that you are just being silly. When you are adamant that you didn’t get straight As, some would apologise but some would then ask your real results pulak. Aiyooo….

What a drama for my first day of class!

Blog adjourned.

Six Completed, Two Awaiting and Eight Remaining - CIFP 2010

*Anak yang mungkin telah mendoakan kejayaan ayahnya tanpa disedari sesiapa lain kecuali Dia...*

Alhamdulillah.

Results for my first semester are out. Thank God I didn’t fail my accounting paper. That was the hardest out of the six subjects I had to take. It would have been an utter embarrassment if I were to fail any subjects in my CIFP here at INCEIF especially when my father is working here as well. I am quite sure my assignment sacured me from failure as my group got quite high marks for our Islamic Hire and Purchase Assignment (AITAB).

Actually, I am glad that I can say that I am really satisfied with my results. I think I did poured in much hard work amidst the time I spent juggling as a new Daddy for the lil Alisha (who had a terrible viral fever during my exam week and needed constant attention!) and Husband to the Bride, over and above other responsibilities as a son, son-in-law, futsal player, lepak king, Facebook junky etc.

I think out of all the six subjects, I did revision for five subjects and had to restudy for the accounting subject. For the remaining five subjects, I felt like I had given my best when I came out of the exam hall. It’s a very nice feeling of satisfaction but with no black and white confirmation of success. I had sufficient time to jot down my points and before I started to write, I was calm enough to draft the outline of my answer in my head before I started to write. I guess having a consistent urge to update this blog (and a whole lot of drafting stuff for work the last few years) gave me the practice I need to have a systematic writing style with some flow in it.

That gave me a lot of confidence and calmed my exam nerves. Although I still had to take some gastric medication as the exam stress (or any other stress for that matter) would certainly trigger my gastric issues. The doctor said that I would get gastric if I am stressed. He also told me not to get stressed. I just asked him for the right medication. I mean, who can control their own stress level right?

Anyhow, my semester break is almost over. (Thank God! I’m beginning to start counting my bathroom tiles when I take my long showers close to noon out of sheer boredom!) This week will be the last week. Next week I’ll start my short semester with only two subjects. One is Wealth Planning and Management and the other is Islamic Financial Institutions and Markets. Sounds big huh?

Today, I’m thinking of improving one of my last semester assignment and see if it would be accepted to be published by any reputable journals. Hopefully it will be published. If it does, I’ll post it up with the citation. If it doesn’t, I’ll probably post it up here as well. Haha.

Anyhow, Praises must be given only to the Al-Mighty for giving my class and myself the strength, patience, knowledge, wisdom and the ability to achieve what we had achieved last semester. May He grant us all greater success in the next semester too, Insha Allah!

Whoop Peeeduuuuuu!

Blog adjourned.

See No Touch???

*hello there... we are having a birthday party today!*

Earlier this week, Adelia, one of Alisha's nurserymate, had her 1 year old birthday party at the nursery. Her teachers placed Alisha and all her toddle friends around the table to sing the birthday song for the birthday girl.

*Can you repeat that again teacher? You just want us to only stare at that yummy round thing and sing?? You are kidding right??*

Everyone stood and just stared at the cake. All except for Alisha. She was too curious to be still. She knew there was something on the table and she had to touch it to see what it was. And so she stretched her hands and grabbed a chunk of the cake.

*I wonder how this cake feels like... hmmm*

*oooh... its mooshy...*

*and sticky too... i'll just wipe it on the table...*

Her teacher had to rush and wash her hands before she was able smear the cake aall over the table, herself and possibly her friends.

There you have it. A yummy birthday cake with one candle indicating she is 1 years old, and a piece of its side missing.

*Happy Birthday Adelia!!*

Funnyla you Alisha! Haha.

Blog adjourned.

Rugby

I got this from an email. Read on...

Two 90 year old men, Mike and Joe, have been friends all of their lives.

When it's clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him every day. One day Mike says, "Joe, we both loved rugby all our lives, and we played rugby on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's rugby there."

Joe looks up at Mike from his death bed," Mike, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you."

Shortly after that, Joe passes on.

At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Mike--Mike."

"Who is it?" asks Mike sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"

"Mike--it's me, Joe."

"You're not Joe. Joe just died."

"I'm telling you, it's me, Joe," insists the voice.

"Joe! Where are you?"

"In heaven", replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."

"Tell me the good news first," says Mike.

"The good news," Joe says, "is that there's rugby in heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play rugby all we want, and we never get tired."

"That's fantastic," says Mike. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?"

"You're in the team for this Saturday."

Oh dear!

Blog adjourned!