THE SILENCE

It's been a while since the last post was posted...after Harith was born...
Not only I was pretty busy with Harith but the 12th election that took place, played down every other activities I usually had. Not that I was involved in the election process but the enjoyment of reading almost eveything found on the net was so overwhelming...how wonderful every "journalist" could write such detailed accounts found here. Be it true or false is yours to decide and finalise...people write wonderfully (some) but there are those who write to vent their anger and frustrations on discovering the truth...some truths!

These voices play great roles in the media. Their voices wouldn't have been heard if they were to tell the national news.....never mind that. I have enjoyed reading as much anyway. Some astounding findings and shocking articles bewildered me greatly. A good samaritan was constantly updating me with the latest on the "happenings" that was HOTter than "pisang goreng". But I wouldn't comment much here. They are all part of the game and show.

That's why my blog was never updated with poems or any scribbles eversince Harith's arrival....the page was for a long time being left with the longest poem ever written...by me....A.H. a bundle of joy.

Anyway, despite that, the constant visits to the U.H was another factor that did not allow me to write. The young lady that "cracked" her foot in the netball tournament send me rushing to UH early mornings for her appoinments. The long hours in UH would eventually end up both of us having late breakfast or lunch there. The X-ray that was taken on the day she injured herself, did not show any clear cracks anywhere. But the one taken three weeks after, evidently showed one. That caused her to be half-plastered and that earned her "much-unwanted-attentions" from curious on-lookers, viewers and passers-by, She was even feeling extremely shy when I shoved her on a wheel chair. They were not only looking at her plastered leg but asking her, how did she get that. So, she was a "little star" on each visit.

Today's visit, opened her half-cemented leg. The pretty young doctor telling her of impossible games within these few months, the cracked foot would eventually heal (Insyaallah) in a few months time, she would have to walk aided with crutches on half-weight bearing and that is a high price to pay for "time and speed" are very crucial. SPM exam would be towards the last quarter of the year and she would have to struggle through. Anyway, with great determination and self-driven motivation, Insyaallah, she would be able to go through these few months on crutches.

THIS I called, lessons worth learning.

So, tonight Harith and his parents are not home. They are overnight at grandad Kasmuri's place. He has just arrived back from Mecca after performing the umrah. Harith and Mama and Papa would be going to Malacca (the historical town) tomorrow morning. We shall miss them all.....

This sudden change in the font size is a direct request from one of the visitors to my blog. She could not read colourful fonts and small (normal) size fonts...so, perhaps I shoud do some justice here if I want visitors to read instead of looking through...

OOOOOOOOOOo it's already past half-pst-two a.m....I shall retire now else I would miss my morning task tomorrow...to fetch a home-help from this place.....ops! the name just slipped off my mind...aaaaaaaaaaaa now I remember...Desa Water Park...so long...