Widat & Aziz Pre Wedding Shoot

KiDs (click to enlarge)

A wet and wild Sunday

Suatu hari di Uptown Hawker Centre..

IMAN'S FIRST JOKE

Iman : Mummy, i want to tell you a joke.

Mummy : OK

Iman : Why is 8(eight) afraid of seven(7)?

Mummy : I don't know Iman..why?

Iman : Because..7,8,9!! (Seven 'ate' nine!!)

Mummy : Hahaha...

BATU GAJAH

I'm back in my hometown today, the not so sleepy hollow Batu Gajah.

Its been a while since I last came back.

This time, its a lot more different kind of journey home..a somewhat sombre one.

'I spent 34 years here..even though its not my kampung..I know every corner of this place' says mama while pointing to Kg Seri Mariah as we approached closer to town.

I held her shoulder and grasp her hand for a moment..letting her breath some air.

Soon after, the tears started flowing down.

Its not soap opera kind of cry, far from it..but to me its a series of very tight slap swung to my puffy cheeks again and again..

Then I started to realise..

I never have strong feelings of attachment to the place that have shaped me to what I am now..

I just never cared.

How can I? How insensitive can I be? Right before the tender drops falling from my mom's eye, Batu Gajah means nothing to me.

And now, in her golden years..mama thought me one of life's most precious lesson.

Never forget your roots, no matter how high you are now.

She doesnt have to preach or give long lectures..just the gestures of a soul missing her home, woke me up from my ignorance.

I feel you mama..and I promise you..

I'll never forget my hometown again..I pledge to not to take it for granted anymore.

Batu Gajah..

A place I call my birthplace

A place of wonderful childhood

A place I started my shooldays

A place full of great friendships, passion,adventure

A place I'll always call home.

08/09/09

18Ramadhan.

Puasa has been a breeze, the weather helps a lot. My worries is just that I'm shedding just a little weight than I'm supposed to. .and it's already the 3rd week of fasting.

I am getting old maybe..and the metabolic rate is getting slower and lazier..

Talking about age..I just turned 34 last week, and apparently, for the first time, I'm a bit worried of turning old.

Physically, only my knees are failing me..other than that I'm fit (or fat) as a cow. It strikes me on how well will I cope of getting older.

The questions like..how will my kids turn out to be? will i be able to retire and be financially sound? will my savings be enough? will be i healthy enough to see my grandkids or great grandkids?yada, yada, yada..

Well, those questions will definitely make me old..

I just hope I'll be mentally, physically and financially sound to take care of myself and my truly beloved when we grow old and finally say goodbye to the world.

Until then..I'll vow to take care of my parents even through my worst days..Insyaallah.

Selamat Berpuasa everybody.