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I must have pushed myself too far!

Last Wednesday's sahur (predawn meal) was a disaster. We got up late, past the 5.00 am mark.

Normally my husband wakes me up at about 4.30 am so that I could cook some fried rice and chicken nuggets. In fact, on certain days I can get up on my own at 2.00 am to complete my work before heading to the kitchen.

So, on that Wednesday, during the panic, I was having trouble with my memory. "Hey, where's the panadols?" You see, panadols are what I normally take to ease my pain these few days. As it was almost subuh (5.51 am), and we cannot consume anything after subuh, I had to resort to my painkillers, reluctantly.

Everything seemed normal until my head began to spin at 11.00 am. I was in the hall invigilating the Gerak gempur. As soon as Pn Kelly took over my duty, I went up to my room eagerly, thinking of what I should do next in my pathetic condition.

It was another one hour to the meeting between my boss and the Math, Science and English Language teachers, regarding the use of computer and LCD.

Guess the ending of this story?

I was nowhere to be found during the 2-hour meeting because I was overcome by the drowsy effects of the painkiller and I was actually snoring (not literally) on my office floor. Sorry boss!

And So I Thought!

Another 30 minutes to breaking fast, Wednesday 3 Sept 2008.

My youngest daughter, Zainab liked to treat mum as her idol.

Q : "Zainab, why are you doing that?"
A : "Mak likes doing it this way".
Q : "Zainab, what do you want to become?"
A : "A teacher, like Mak".

Sometimes, she could be exaggarating too. Eg:
Q : "Zainab, why are you wearing such tight pants?"
A : "Mak also wears like this".
(What????????)

And so my perception was that Zainab was trying to be Haslina Junior. Whatever mum did was good to her.

Things took a turn, one day. (I am not very sure whether it is for the better or worse).

On Tuesday, 26 August Zainab came home, looking very determined when she entered my bedroom. At that time, I was still weak after the operation.

"Mak, please sign here, below my essay"

"OK"

Out of curiosity, after signing at a space marked 'Dibaca oleh ibu:...', I read her essay. Let's read it together:

Cuti Sekolah.

Pada cuti sekolah yang lalu saya melawat ibu saya di Hospital Selayang. Ibu saya dibedah kerana ibu saya banyak lemak jadi itulah akibatnya sebab tak berjasmani.......

Oh gosh, I must have got the wrong message about being her idol!

Angan Irau!

It is 10.00 pm, Tuesday 2 Sept 2008

My little girls were so engrossed in the net that they hardly noticed an avid photographer was at work, using her camera which could be described as her favourite tool.

These little girls' minds are as free as a bird, unlike their elder sister's (who is sitting for her UPSR), as well as their strict big bro's (who is sitting for SPM). What about their mother? Let others speak for her.... she doesn't do 'self-praising', ehem, whose words are these?

Angan irau! I pick up this expression after watching the 'Maybank' advertisement. It means DON'T WORRY!

So, my friends and my students, angan irau too much ; to the extent that you sound as though you are giving me the cold shoulder, takutlah (it's creepy).........