It’s a movie that my sis forced me to watch. at 1st, it’s kindda boring. but towards the end, i didn’t realize my tears dropping out of being happy for a guys that i don’t even know him. it’s a true story of how Michael Oher made his success.
The acceptance from the Tuohys’s family towards Michael amazed me. they are totally different. skin colours, family background and everything. and no matter what, they stood up to protect Michael and he does the same too.
Time matrik dulu, aku ada sorang room mate. nama Am (bukan nama sebenar). Walaupun sebagai room mate, aku x berapa nak kenal sangat family dia. aku bermasalah sikit nak cam org ni.
pada suatu masa, hostel kami ada la program anak angkat. nama Moyatim kot program tu. depa panggei anak2 yatim, bagi motivasi dan sebagainya la dgn anak2 ni. aku pulak x igt tarikh moyatim tu bila akan berlansung.
pada suatu petang, am tgh tido2 kt katil dia. aku lepak kt katil aku la. tub2 pintu diketuk.
‘tuk tuk tuk’
aku pun bangun la bukak pintu. mmg katil aku elok je mengadap pintu. katil am la membelakangkan pintu. bila bukak, aku nampak segerombolan kanak2. ada yg kecik ada yang besar sikit. sengeh2 kt aku. aku pun sengeh la balik. tanpa tanya apa… aku kejut am dari jauh.
“am am… bangun. ni budak2 program moyatim”
konfiden je aku assume budak2 moyatim dtg nak beramah mesra. am yg tgh tido pun mamai2 bangun.. dr celah pintu dia intai…
“lllaaaaa…. ni adik beradik saya la!”
aiseymen. aku igt anak moyatim nak beramah mesra. rupanya adik beradik room mate sendiri daaa…
lepas tu time depa lepak2 dgn parents depa, bleh plak am ceta aku igt adik beradik dia tu anak2 yatim dtg hostel kt mak ayah dia. uhuhu… malu malu!
sebenarnya program moyatim tu lambaaaaatttt lagi dr tarikh kejadian.
I heard from the radio this morning that they will tow cars that do not park at the right place. I 100% agree with this one. please please please do this immediately at Bandar Baru Bangi. Why?
You see ah, i always buy baby’s thingy at the Manjaku shop at Seksyen 9 Bangi. People always double park there. I don’t know why. It’s not because no enough parking space la. There are many many empty parking space there. ample for everyone. but somehow people in Bangi just don’t want to park at the right place. and this really really gives trouble to those who follow the rule. the road there quite small la. so very hard for us to get out of our parking lot if there are people who don’t park at the right place. susah ma. nak kona kona sana tu… sometimes i need to move forward and backward for many many times just to squeeze my car out or into the parking lot.
there was a time when i nearly ’sound’ a bunch of girls who park merata2 in front of my eyes. next time siap la!
I have know idea of what to blog on today. My tasks is piling up up high. nvm. i wanna break just for a while.
okeh!
i’ve been listening to radio H for a while. in the morning, there are 2 DJs. male and female. they are famous for jokes and everything. looks like they are the spine that makes the station well known. then came another guy who moves from radio E to this H station. he joined another guy for evening session. there are the bomb! suddenly, more and more listener to like them. i can say they are as hot as the morning DJs. They team up and were called the JR.
after a while, i feel that the morning crew are getting more and more boring. the evening team are still Ok la. can layan la. but the morning team just gets me so boring. i decided to listen to another station. F. in the morning, they have 2 guys and a girl. the evening session we have a guy and a guy. both morning and evening session are great. they blend with their colleague very well.
time passed by. i think H station didn’t do well as their reputation dropped. you know what they do?
they transferred one of the JR into the morning session. what was they thinking? though that morning session didn’t do well enough, but still the JR is improving themselves. they still have their loyal listener. now is that they have 3 members from morning session. they are all talkative. my friend said the morning session is like pasar malam like that. everyone wants to talks. and evening seems to be a bit dull. they replace the transferred member with a girl which didn’t blend well with the existing member. huh!
they should know, not by just mimicking the other station’s style they will get back their listener. think of a way la. now they make it worst in the morning session and also ruined the evening team.
What a weekend! We spent a fabulous weekend at Bukit Gambang Resort.
On Saturday (10-07-2010) morning, we packed our things, had breakfast, change car’s tit tot battery, went to pharmacy to buy cream for bb zihni’s burnt hand and headed to Bukit Gambang Resort. We were among the last that arrived. After checking in, we get our things and headed to our room. owh, zihni fell down. cium jln tar. darah hidung & dahi. it’s the 1st souvenir he got from Gambang.
we had some rest and lunch at the room. Our lunch was megi mee.
That evening, the activity was makan rambutan brough by my colleague, Shahrol. and the added value to this was mandi manda di swimming pool. i didn’t had chance to mandi as i chosen the wrong shirt. the colour was too bright. i will look too sexy la if i get wet, semua nampak nnt. zihni was the happiest person. nampak air la katakan. he was so excited since from Bangi la. shouting here and there. run here and there. when he sees swimming pool, shout shout shout as he really loves water!
night already… had dinner and went to the amusement park. i tried the crazy bus. i don’t really wanna try others as they were more to make me spin around and vomit. crazy bus is different. it’s a big challenging for a person who scares of height like me! but the most interesting part is i can shout the loudest i could. even i’m not that scare. i don’t care. i just wanna shout. i took the ride with Kak Mazni and her children. konon2 temankan anak la. so we save RM8 on the ride. padahal mak2 budak yg teringin. The youngest, a girl was so brave. She was so calm. Didn’t shout or anything. Relek jer. and she even asked for another ride after that.
11-07-2010 (Sunday)
Wake wake, had breakfast. the baby is so uncontrollable at the dining table. hubs said he’s so jealous to those parents who their kids can be feeded nicely. ours is so hard to control. we need to tonyoh2 the food into his mouth. and once in a while, he would eat on his own la. biar je dia suap sikit2. tp the quantity is too little la. mcm mana nak besar? siap main makanan tabur2 atas lantai…
siap siap. headed to the waterpark. we didn’t take the train as i feel it’s safer driving on our own as zihni is so unpredictable. kena time dia nangis, mana sempat nak tunggu train.
mandi2. syok betul. i really wanna try the crazy ride. but i couldn’t find a partner. i can’t go there with dear hubs. one of us should take care of baby zihni. hhmmm… x pe la. next time. really wanna go there with my family. mcm dulu2. kan syok.
then we get back to hotel. siap2. check out. had our lunch.
soon after, we headed to Teluk Cempedak. ehehe.. batik painting for RM 5. i was the only customer at first. but after i tried, banyak pulak budak mengikut try batik painting. that pak cik should gimme some discount la as i was the attraction to his stall. after finish, i showed my hasil karya to the pak cik. and asked him, “cantik tak pak cik?”
he smile.. “cantik” mcm terpaksa je. he used the hair dryer to dry it.
and tadaaa…. cantik kan?
owh, there was a scene where zihni was so thick face. somehow he went to a couple that was sitting by the beach. i’m not quite sure if he wanna say hi or mistakenly thought they we his parents.
we reached home nearly 10pm. and i am still tired today…
I was so worried about my son’s hand. 5:25pm, i packed everything and rushed back. I was 5 minutes early. what to do, my son is more important than work.
on the way home, my sis called me. she said the burn was quite big. she saw that when she’s picking up her children from the same school as Zihni. uhuhu.. i got more worried. but i couldn’t talk much as i was driving.
before picking him up, i stop at PKNS to pick up my dinner. i ordered that since at the office lagi. then i went to pharmacy to get medicine for the burn. soon after, i went to the top floor. looking for toys as a present. hoping it will cure the pain la. mcm rasuah la ni… only then i went to picked him up.
i saw Zihni on the floor. Tgh main kot. Normally, he would be so happy if he sees me. But not today. merajuk kot. i called his name a few times. only then he smiles and come to me. i saw another boy hit his head. but soft hit la. i wanna scold the boy but some how i didn’t. i called zihni a few times and at last he answered.
“how is he today? did he complain about his hand?” i asked his teacher.
“no no. he is OK. he did tease another kid today. this one la.” pointing at another child. not the one hit him.
ops… lucky i didn’t say anything about the hitting. my son is the same. normally they would fight on toys la. kids la katakan.
hhmmm… i was so worried the whole day. and this tough boy was doing fine. but thank Allah SWT everything seems OK so far
and presenting the injured hand…
Injured - Hot Iron
This post is suppose to be published on the 2nd day of the event which was suppose to be on Thursday 8 July 2010 . but i postponed it until today. (auto publish)
The title explained everything. How ah? Can you please make a suggestion?
I heard from somewhere (may be from TV), what i need to do is write everything on a paper. and burned it. and then u will not feel angry anymore.
what i did was wrote all things that i wanna complain but couldn’t find the right listener in my diary. but hey. still feeling angry la… why ah? or should i burn the diary?
uhuhu… sayang la… all my down time was written in it. most of the things written was the sad sad moment i had. why? because i’m not good in expressing my feelings. i afraid people might understood me. no one understands. only my diary can be trusted. she won’t tell my secret to anyone. she’s a loyal friend.
Zihni has accidentally ironed his own hand this morning.
I have both tall and short ironing board at home. Last time when i used the tall one, it had accidentally folded and Zihni stuck in between. I afraid this might happened again so i used the short one now.
This morning, after ironing me & my hubs cloth, i switch off the iron and leave it on the board. I go the the hanger to get my baju opis. When i turned back, i saw zihni picking up the iron. i didn;t notice when he came into the room as he was with his father watching the EIEIO before.
He picked up still hot iron and put it on the other hand. I couldn’t do anything as he was too fast. He cried loudly.
I picked him up, put the injured hand under the running water. When it’s cold down, i put some traditional minyak angin.
Now i’m feeling guilty as i didn’t take him to see the doctor. he looks ok this morning. i just called the nursery and was informed he is sleeping. but still feeling guilty la. kesian anak mama.
[Edited]
Yesterday’s evening, Zihni broke a bowl. Erm.. May be that’s a sign that he will have a bad day today.
uhuhu… i dunno la. i’ve been teaching him, iron is hot hot hot. act some some more.. like “ouch! hot!” and what he do? laugh.
and this stubborn boy ah, eager to learn on his own how hot is the iron. and see now, he learn the hard way.
