Quite a long while I have not penned anything here...time flew like jet plane for the past months...in this midst of holiday, our sons and daughters enjoying their holiday with grandparents, many of us struggling with our work, eyeing the calendars a few too many times wishing we are there with them.
The truth is that time is flying as rapidly as it could, our sons and daughters are getting taller and bigger by the minute, our grey hair is getting too obvious (I love grey hair by the way, looks a bit wiser) and next thing that we may realise is that our children are leaving for university.
Life is too short to worry about the potholes, leaking sinks, unattended garbage, unpainted doors and others. Grab your kids, your better half, and especially yourself, and jump into the nearest river...have fun with them while they are around.
Kids...they offer more than just worries...they teach us happiness...
Monday, December 5, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Ju' On Misadventure
Well, it happened when Iman was about 3 years old. At that point of time, my younger brother was living with us, and he is, till now, Iman's closest buddy next to his uncle and auntie. Recapping the past, so one night, we decided to watch Ju'On (I think it was the first movie) together, and Iman as usual, would sit right in-front of the TV.
As you know, Jo'On is a movie that is famous with the deep clicking female vocal sound, and the image of a kid and woman clad in white crawling on the floor. I'll rate the goosebumps level 9/10...
Anyway, Iman fell asleep during the movie, and I carried him into our bedroom..my brother was still watching the movie when my wife and I hit the sack around 1 something..
Middle of the wee morning, I was awaken by Ju'Onish clicking noise..like OMG..what was that..and as I turned to my right side, Iman wasn't at his place..
I woke up slowly...the clicking noise is quite audible...lights were off, except for a glim white ray peeking through the bottom part of the bedroom door...I mustered all courage and rush opened the door..Iman was sitting in-front of TV, watching Ju'On alone...my brother, I guessed, have long gone asleep in his bed...
He was like in trance watching the movie...imagine this..me..son...darkness...tv...Ju'On on screen..clicking noise..a really good mixture of 11/10 goosebump level...
I switched on the lights, Iman was looking at me and mumble like 'Apa' or 'What'..I grabbed him, pulled the plug out of the socket and hushing him to sleep in bed..
The next day, I related the story to my brother..and he said that Iman was able to use the remote because he had taught him before..not a suprise because Iman started playing games at a very early age...well..logic kicked in...dvd was still running..press remote and it would play..TV was just matter of pressing the green button..Iman figured that out way, way back...One thing for sure...the picture of him sitting in-front of TV watching the screen mimicked the movie Poltergeist...and that send shivers down my spine till now...
As you know, Jo'On is a movie that is famous with the deep clicking female vocal sound, and the image of a kid and woman clad in white crawling on the floor. I'll rate the goosebumps level 9/10...
Anyway, Iman fell asleep during the movie, and I carried him into our bedroom..my brother was still watching the movie when my wife and I hit the sack around 1 something..
Middle of the wee morning, I was awaken by Ju'Onish clicking noise..like OMG..what was that..and as I turned to my right side, Iman wasn't at his place..
I woke up slowly...the clicking noise is quite audible...lights were off, except for a glim white ray peeking through the bottom part of the bedroom door...I mustered all courage and rush opened the door..Iman was sitting in-front of TV, watching Ju'On alone...my brother, I guessed, have long gone asleep in his bed...
He was like in trance watching the movie...imagine this..me..son...darkness...tv...Ju'On on screen..clicking noise..a really good mixture of 11/10 goosebump level...
I switched on the lights, Iman was looking at me and mumble like 'Apa' or 'What'..I grabbed him, pulled the plug out of the socket and hushing him to sleep in bed..
The next day, I related the story to my brother..and he said that Iman was able to use the remote because he had taught him before..not a suprise because Iman started playing games at a very early age...well..logic kicked in...dvd was still running..press remote and it would play..TV was just matter of pressing the green button..Iman figured that out way, way back...One thing for sure...the picture of him sitting in-front of TV watching the screen mimicked the movie Poltergeist...and that send shivers down my spine till now...
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The Misadventure in a Milky Way
It is interesting to be a father...although men do profess that they are innately born with the skills, however, most of them will equip themselves with 'fatherhood' skills at ad hoc basis. Henceforth, ladies, please trust us...we always do our homework by reading online...
I remembered reading a few articles on childcare, and being an avid tech n automotive person, they resembled manuals. . I believed that I was ready for action. I believed that I could conquer the 'milky' enigma adventure.
My first milk making misadventure began when I was asked to prep up a bottle of milk for my son. Being an understanding and loving husband, I woke up in wee mid morning where the youngsters were still in raving parties with eyes wide shut.
Anyway, fast forward to my past, while flipping through the manual, I began the process of brewing the concoction, and later vigorously tested on my hand for the heat level. Fearing for the safety of my child, I did second experiment by testing a drop on the softer part of the hand. Unsatisfied with the clinical result, I pursued by an orthodox movement by dropping a few drips on my lips. And oh my, did I burned my lips..
Based on the experiment, I analysed that the lips are the best indicator, as long as you are able to withdraw yourself from sucking the bottle entirely...well, who knows, we might be lacking of something during childhood. After sometime, the balancing act will be perfect so much so you could do it while sleeping...and manufacturers of baby bottles out there, could you all please come out with LED screen indicator for temperature and expiry hour? Kinda cool to have one....
I remembered reading a few articles on childcare, and being an avid tech n automotive person, they resembled manuals. . I believed that I was ready for action. I believed that I could conquer the 'milky' enigma adventure.
My first milk making misadventure began when I was asked to prep up a bottle of milk for my son. Being an understanding and loving husband, I woke up in wee mid morning where the youngsters were still in raving parties with eyes wide shut.
Anyway, fast forward to my past, while flipping through the manual, I began the process of brewing the concoction, and later vigorously tested on my hand for the heat level. Fearing for the safety of my child, I did second experiment by testing a drop on the softer part of the hand. Unsatisfied with the clinical result, I pursued by an orthodox movement by dropping a few drips on my lips. And oh my, did I burned my lips..
Based on the experiment, I analysed that the lips are the best indicator, as long as you are able to withdraw yourself from sucking the bottle entirely...well, who knows, we might be lacking of something during childhood. After sometime, the balancing act will be perfect so much so you could do it while sleeping...and manufacturers of baby bottles out there, could you all please come out with LED screen indicator for temperature and expiry hour? Kinda cool to have one....
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