Ramadan Ini (1427H)

As we are in the month of Ramadhan, we should ask ourselves:

Will we live to witness the next Ramadhan?
Will we live to witness the end of this Ramadhan?
Will we live to do what we keep postponing to do for our akhirat?

May Allah give us the determination to demonstrate to Him, with all the blessings given to us by Him, that we are worthy of His mercy before our turn comes to meet Him.

May Allah accept what you are investing for your hereafter.
May Allah encourage you to invest even more and in a smarter way for your hereafter.
May Allah multiply manifold the rewards of the investments for your hereafter.
May Allah unite us with His forgiveness, mercy and best of paradise in the hereafter

On a lighter note

Ramadan Ini.....Apasal lah

1. Both wife and I tak leh makan banyak2. Tak macam tahun2 lepas - memang balun habih. Masa berbuka, maximum mesti satu pinggan nasi sahaja. Kalau terlajak pi, mesti terpengsan-pengsan sakit angin satu badan.

2. Kalau pergi Bazaar Ramadan tak teruja pun tengok lauk-pauk and kuih-muih yang ada. Asyik turun naik sepanjang-panjang alam Bazaar tu sambil tengok2 ajer melenguhkan kaki jer.

3. Berat badan tak turun-turun hatta 1 gram sekali pun. Kadar Metabolism dah beku kot.

4. Bila balik kerja jer, penuh kereta atas jalan raya. Balik awal jam, balik lewat pun jam.

5. I became such an anti-social bloke. Asal ada invitation to buka puasa kat hotel mana2, mesti aku buat muka seposen. Mesti aku tak pergi. Macam semalam, habih satu office hilang gi PWTC to berbuka, aku pulak tetiba tunjuk rajin buat kerja.

6. Tak der pun sedara mara ker adik-beradik ker atau kengkawan yang ajak berbuka kat rumah dia orang. Very tak popular already.

7. Bila bangun sahur, hanya mampu makan sebiji buah kurma dan segelas air sahaja. Macam orang2 alim ler pulak.

8. Haze datang lagi. Hujan ler lebat maner pun, esok jerebu ni tetap setia bersama kita.

9. tatau nak tulis apa dah ....

10. I am still not rich

Babies are Heaven Sent!!

As parents, both of us are most proud of our three angels. Tak kisah lah apa orang lain nak kata, we simply think that the three girls are adorable and cute - absolutely. Mak bapak ler katakan. Normal le tukan. Tambah2 lagi masa dia orang masih babies dulu.

Alia

Asma

Arissa

(Sebenarnya posting ni posting dengki kerana nak tiru ada blog orang tu yang ada posting anak dia yang cute. Blog sapa? Biarlah Rahsia...)

Bergaya Raya

In our household, selalunya after beli baju raya anak-anak, bila sampai balik rumah mesti ada sesi try-try baju Raya yang baru dibeli. Dah jadi macam tradition ler pulak kat sini. Siap ambik gambar lagi. Gambar di atas adalah contohnya. Macam Next Top Model punyer pose ajer. Macam artis pun ada. Issh, risau ler pulak aku.....

The Kite Runner

I thrive on fictions. I still do. And as far as this year goes, there's one fiction that really stands out, at least to me. And this book is by far My Best Book of The Year. Simply Marvelous. Found it by chance a few months ago at Kinokuniya and have been re reading it several times over.

It is called The Kite Runner - authored by an Afghan medical doctor who grew up in San Francisco, Khaled Hosseini.

It is about an illiterate Afghan boy with an uncanny instinct for predicting exactly where a downed kite will land. Growing up in the city of Kabul in the early 1970s, Hassan was a loyal 11-year-old with "a face like a Chinese doll" and was the son of his best friend's (Amir) father's servant and a member of Afghanistan's despised Hazara minority. But in 1975, on the day of Kabul's annual kite-fighting tournament, something unspeakable happened between the two boys.

The Kite Runner tells the gripping story of a boyhood friendship destroyed by jealousy, fear, and the kind of ruthless evil that transcends mere politics. Running parallel to this personal narrative of loss and redemption is the story of modern Afghanistan and of Amir's equally guilt-ridden relationship with the war-torn city of his birth. Said to be the first Afghan novel to be written in English, The Kite Runner begins in the final days of King Zahir Shah's 40-year reign and traces the country's fall from a secluded oasis to a tank-strewn battlefield controlled by the Russians and then the Taliban.

Kalau ada kesempatan, I suggest that you read this book. Somehow, this book humbles me. And it's only a fiction, boleh? I can't help it - it's the melodramatic me that read (and feel) the book.

Yeah, How old am I again?

These Boots Are Made For Raya!!!!

Today woke up to haze, yet again. Ingatkan dah tak dak. Hmm entahlah. Anyway, as promised to the girls, we went out to do Raya shopping today.

Dan entah dari mana ler pulak bebudak ni dapat ilham nak pakai boots pada Raya tahun ni. Dan agaknya dah rezeki dia orang, terjumpa ler pulak boots yang sesuai. Alhamdulillah. Nah tengok rupa boots yang dibeli sila ler ker www.blueberryjournal.blogspot.com.

Kami pergi shopping kat Amcorp Mall, PJ. Dah very the happening rupanya tempat nih. Tambah2 ada flea market. Yan pun apa lagi enjoy sangat ler dapat browse the bric and brac stuff yang available kat situ. Tapi dalam haze nih orang ramai jugak.

Then we proceeded to Subang Parade pulak. Ada lagi barang yang tak jumpa. Masa nih, pinggang and kaki kepala lutut segala dah macam nak tercabut. Went home dalam pukul 4 something. Masa tu dah rasa nak merangkak ajer. Dah tua ropa2nya.

Balik2 ajer, terus tergolek tak larat sangat2. Nasib baik ler benda2 macam ni kena buat sekali setahun ajer. Menulis blog ni pun di dalam keletihan yang amat. Macam tak ceria jer kan???

Arissa sedang try baju kurung. Seperti biasa, muka blur. Sebab memang blur.

Asma dengan boots nya yang dah siap dibungkus.

Kaum wanita sedang melihat-lihat barangan di Flea Market di Amcorp Mall.