Wednesday, October 25, 2006

1 Syawal 1427H - Hari Raya Aidilfitri...

Berlalu lah sudah Ramadhan Sebulan berpuasa Tiba Syawal kita raya kan Dengan rasa gembira

Selamat Hari Raya to all, maaf zahir dan batin. Here are some quick facts and snapshots of first day. 1) Rushda refused to put on the gorgeous pink shantung baju kurung specially designed by Uncle Haron. "Less is more. Diaper and bib is good enuff for me." No one can convince Rushda to wear anything.

2) Abang Ridzwan & family (10.23am) , were the first to arrive. Close at second place, was us (10.25am) , and last in the family to come were the Sengkangs. I mean, The Toeys (11.30am!)

3) This year, new addition to the family, joined us for Hari Raya - Siti Safura Ridzwan.

4) Dearest Sister-In-Law, Erni aka Blossom, and myself got ourself a two-piece suit designed and tailored exclusively from Haron.

5) This is the BEST family photo I took... Sigh, gotta try harder today. Rushda? Thats her, sleeping on mum's bed.

Sooooooo Tired... Gotta go for more visitings today.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Bring it On, Baby!

"I think it boils down to time management, u bring home a lot of your sch work. Then u are pressurised to complete n @ same time, do housework. U have to sacrifice something"
That was an SMS advice I got about two weeks ago. If it was verbal plus real-time, I would have reacted negatively. If I could remember clearly, I did reply defensively. I wasn't too keen to pursue a discussion with my fingers manouvering with madness on the keypads, and with my students around asking me questions. Very annoying and concentration denied.
Two weeks gone, and today, after giving it lots and lots of thoughts, I can't deny but agree that the statement is true and it needed an action plan immediately.
"If only u can separate sch work n try not to bring it home, i'm sure u hv time to rest @ home."
If only... I rattled on saying that I need more moral support and i was tired and was listing down the things I have to do during my, konon, "rest time" - taking care of husband's and child's needs; complete chores like (do I have to mention???) Cinderella do.
At least, SHE concentrates just on chores. Me? I was juggling, man. Like The Great Jojo the Juggler from one of the children's storybooks I've read.
I was at my lowest point then. At work, I wasnt spared either. Lady Marmalade has been giving me a hard time. With prodigies who happens to be "efficient" and "consistent", she highlighted those, time and again during staff meetings. At and around the same time in-between meetings, tasks are given to me continuously as I am the "senior" person at work.
Emotionally, I had to deal with:
1. The SMS comments, which to me was like a slap on the face. A wake-up call from someone who usually reserves such comments.
2. Lady Marmalade's strategy- "Pukul anak, sindir menantu" kind.
She praises the new girl till cloud 9. She praises the other one for consistency, etc. Last Thursday's meeting, she announced: "There are 5 recipients for the top 20% performers in our centre, but one is awarded the STAR award, and she is......... ain't me. Never mind that, I was the STAR teacher in 2004. On that meeting, everyone gets a $50 QIM for best lesson plan; best classroom environment; most consistent; best innovation - class website; etc etc; except for, myself and two new girls.
I know about Best Lesson Plan and Best Classroom Env awards, but Most Consistent? Most Effective? Best Innovation? I know nuts.
To rub it in further, she Cc-ed to ME - a copy of her email to our Ops Mgr about the new girl's peformance, and whats her % in salary adjustment after 6-mths working.
What was THAT all about??? I have yet to acknowledge her email. I mean, what... "Noted with thanks"????
I know why she started this personal attack(s) on me. Yes I do.
It must be the PRIVATE confrontation I had with her, for embarrassing me with her remarks in front of a parent. She just slurred out answers, just to please the parent, WITHOUT doing some thinking.
For that one, she was even trying to come out with non-sense rebutts, trying to prove herself as NOT GUILTY. Alhamdulillah , I was strong emotionally, my memory was intact, and I continued to correct her as she tried to escape moving backwards on her butts and hands.
Eventually, the truth prevails - she went against her policy of "Walk with me. Stand up for your friends". She apologized - "Ma'af" she said.
Honestly, I felt good that she finally admit. Its not easy to get Lady Marmalade to APOLOGIZE.
I want to thank my husband for those slap-on-the-face SMSes.
Dear, I thought it was over between us - the give & take part.
After thinking and thinking and crying and thinking and crying....
your words were the cure!! It wasnt easy to switch off from work when I'm home, waiting for you to ask me "Whats wrong?" so that I can cry and tell you my problem.
Then, the plot had a twist. I thought that was your dialogue, rupanya editted. U made my character a helpless damsel. Hrrrffff....
I apologized for being such an ass-wife. I should learn from your forgive-and-forget attitude.
With all the pies on my face earlier this Ramadhan, I have learnt to wipe it off gracefully and take it with a pinch of humour. Thanks. You are so right - Men, they have to be told what to do.
As for Lady Marmalade, I say she was being bitchy. But another friend said, "no. more like anal kind". Ouch.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

A Night Of Power by MY uncle Kamal!!!

This is the poem I've been wanting to post since early Ramadhan. Im just so proud of my young (and single) uncle K., producing such beautiful poem. May Allah grant you a wife SOON. As it is, Rushda is considered your cucu, oi!! Cepat kahwin! Read out the poem aloud... it makes a LOT of difference.
The Night of Power by Kamal Ishnin Every day and month each day of the year
Peace to you my dear brothers and sisters
Ramadan comes close let us not falter
Remembering Allah and his prophet is all that matters
For we muslims are so blessed in life and in love
How can one not be when constantly showered from above
A month full of blessings and the 'Night of power'
A night so special unlike any other
Where angels line the stairs of heaven
In praise of Allah they line in procession
A night equivalent to a thousand nights
Bestowed to man by Allah in his might
This special month, a bit different than the rest
A time to behave and be at your best
Recite more Quran and read less of others
Sing praises of Allah Lets Sing it Together
For truth and knowledge is contained in Quran
Not in one surah but in each and everyone
Let us practise restraint and kindness each day
And practise the Prophets teachings in the true Muslim way
Love and Courage stand side by side
Islam is truth with nothing to hide
Equality and peace throughout the divide
So lets welcome our prophet with hands open wide
Should the prophet come visit you one of these days
So blessed will you be to look upon his face
Should the prophet come visit you one of these days
Do give him my love and guide him my way

Friday, October 13, 2006

Nothing in my mailbox :(

We are halfway through before Eid, and no KAD RAYA in my mailbox. LAGU RAYA has been playing on the radio and still no sight of KAD RAYA from any friends. :( Post-Internet days, by now, I would have received at least 10 cards. I treasure every single one of them. The anticipation of seeing an envelope with my name written (not printed - itu phone bills, insurance, etc) is that of a 6-yrs-olds getting Roald Dahl book as a gift. The last card I received was Raya 2003. It was from a special friend. He doesnt look the sort who will post kad raya, I was shocked to receive one from him. What an honour. In the card, he uses his name, instead of omitting it with 'I'. The message was HANDWRITTEN. "xxxxx mohon ampun dan maaf sekiranya xxxxx selama ini ada terkasar bahasa......" And we are mutual friends, and met less than 5 times. Maybe he likes me. Well, it shall remain unknown. Hahahhaha... Even if its true, I was madly in love with my then-fiance who is my now-husband, WHOM have never sent me a KAD RAYA. Another friend who never failed to post me cards is my Alsagoff's mate, Faridah. Now, she is an examplary friend. Since that last day we all parted in 94, I have been receiving consistently from her, every year. Maybe hers will arrive next week. I cant wait. Yippeedee! *clutching hands together* Perhaps, I should just place my address here. Who knows, some ol' friends would just be bloghopping and came here. Dear Friends, Hi. Just to be sure you have my address :)
Raudha Robu
Blk 757, Pasir Ris St 71
Singapore 510757

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Mummy~~~ I'm tired!!!

No other words can describe how lethargic I am. Ya Allah, please give me the STRENGTH of a good (if not goof) WIFE, a good MUM, a good DAUGHTER and a good TEACHER. Insya-Allah... For those who happened to dropped by this post, Amen to my prayers, please.