Because You Can

Because You Can

Ramadan Mubarak. Alhamdulillah, by the Mercy of Allah we are once again blessed to be visited by the Holy Month of Ramadan. Ramadan is a time of spiritual renewal as we are enjoined to reflect, contemplate and increase our spiritual devotions through prayers, Qur'an reading and good deeds. Ramadan is also a time of giving, as Prophet Muhammad once said, "It is the month of charity, and a month in which a believer's sustenance is increased."

In the spirit of this holy month, SimplyIslam is pleased to adopt the Muslim Kidney Action Association (MKAC) for our Ramadan Charity Basket project. The MKAC has been in the forefront of providing care and support to our Muslim brothers and sisters who are suffering from kidney failure and chronic ailments & providing financial assistance to their families.

Insha'Allah SimplyIslam & MKAC is organising the Ramadan Charity Basket program on Saturday 20 September 2008. Essentially, we will be giving food provisions to some of MKAC's welfare recipients. The food provisions include rice, milk, sugar, dry foods and other basic amenities including Eid novelties. The food provisions will help them in their needs for Ramadan and Eidul Fitr Insha'Allah.

In the spirit of Ramadan, we hope to raise $5,000 to provide the Ramadan Charity Basket for the sick, poor and needy. The MKAC welfare recipients truly deserve our compassion and we seek your contribution and support for this project. Your donations would bring much needed cheer and relief for the kidney patients and their families.

You can donate by cash, cheque, bank transfer, credit card, charge card and Paypal. For details, visit our website [click here] or call 65474407.

For those who wish to volunteer and distribute the food provisions, call 65474407 to register your interest and keep yourself free on 20 September 2008, from 1.30 to 6 pm.

For all enquiries, feel free to call Sis Saira Elley at Tel 65474407 or Bro Mohamed Nassir at 90703200 or email info@simplyislam.sg. Looking forward to your participation in the Ramadan Charity Basket program.

May Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala reward you for your kind contributions with His Blessings and Bounties in perpetuity, Ameen.

Well It's About Time!

Well It's About Time!

"watch you smiling while you are sleeping...wondering if it's me you're seeing..." aerosmith

the 4G thumbdrive that i got for $25 is apparently corrupted and i lost all the pictures of india in there. what a bother.

i was in india for 6 days earlier this month...and it was a real eye opener for me. i learnt so many things from so many aspects - it was my first working trip representing an employer and it was the first time i had to leave hamza for more than 24 hours.

as apprehensive as i was about going, i put all doubts aside as i left hamza with his nenek aby and steeled myself - "ok no need to be so emo about it. being emo's not gonna put food on the table, duh" so i left. and suprise suprise, although he was on my mind incessantly, i was able to relax and enjoy myself! pumping didn't turned out to be as leceh as i thought - each time i arrived in the hotel, i'd ask to leave the freezer bag with the hotel's deep freezer and once i have three packets of milk, they'd bring up the bag to my room to pack the milk in and then it goes straight back to the freezer. they even labelled my freezer bag "MEDICINE - DON'T TOUCH!" and drew an skull on it, y'know the ones you find on the warning lables for poison? funny right?

india seriously grows on you. the people, the culture and even the smells become very familiar and comforting after a while. not to mention it's really easy to get halal food there - namely coz they are very big on vegetarianism and all poultry, beef and mutton are from halal sources. the only issue is the water - you even have to brush your teeth with bottled water. but all good hotels provide guests with 1.5l of bottled mineral water daily. i requested for more coz i needed to sterilize the pumps and bottles after every use. the whole lost handphone thing also turned out to be a blessing - at $4 per minute and 90 cents per sms? oh tak per...can claim a new handphone : )

i'm going off again soon...another six days in perth on the 10th and for two days in melbourne on hari raya ketiga and keempat. sigh...what to do? mother says hamza will have many more hari rayas insya Allah but an opportunity like this for me may not come a'knocking any time again.

never mind i'll just bask with him now.

oh you may wonder what that's red file he's hugging? that's all of the insurance policies that aby and me have taken out for hamza. we have to watch the budget, so for a start, we've managed to cover him for the basic things:

life policy: very very important. this covers him in the event of death and critical illnesses. it matures when he turns 65 and he'll have a nice sum of moolah for his retirement.

education fund: pun very very important. this policy will mature when he's 21 but the great thing about this plan is that i will only need to pay the monthly premiums until he's 12! after that, the value of the fund is large enough to work by itself. how cool is that? it might not be enough to cover all his education costs but at least it will help.

personal accident plan: pun very very important. in the event of an accident or even an injury, it'll give him income if he's hospitalised and will cover all medical costs. i really like this policy coz they define dengue as accident. aper...orang langgar nyamuk? ha, boleh claim? claim lah. : )

in all, aby and me are forking out about $200 monthly for all of hamza's policies. when we buy insurance young, it's much cheaper and he's covered for everything coz there's no exclusions or pre-existing condition. we see it as an investment for his future, insya Allah and if anything happens, we'll just leave it to God.

as usual, this blog will shut down temporarily from 1 to 30 sept for my annual spiritual maintenance and upgrading, so have a good Ramadan peeps!

ps: i just re-read my whole post and it seems like i'm endorsing insurance. let me clarify: i do not sell insurance, i just think that it's really important. an i don't support any particular company. instead i have a very trustworthy consultant who carries out her duty as she sees it to be fardhu kifayah for the muslim community. so i don't recommend the company but i recommend her as a agent if you're looking for one.

Dear PM Lee, we mothers would like...

Dear PM Lee, we mothers would like...

Government to announce pro-family measures to raise birth rate - CNA, 21 July 2008
http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/361819/1/.html

next month most likely during may day rally, kan? is it gonna be another shocker like 2004 when they announced that the civil service will be moving into a five-day work week?

kita tungggggguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!

more importantly, will i get them also???....hopefully ALL babies born in 2008 will qualify for the new benefits.

"Dia Marah Marah Dia..."

"Dia Marah Marah Dia..."

"saya selalu benar, saya tak buat nakal, saya in si [insert name here], seorang berakal..." - nenek roy.

don't get me started on the "dia marah marah dia..."

hamza will be 9 weeks old tomorrow. how time flies! i'm much better with him now, coz we're finally getting the hang of each other. i know his cries, and can pretty much isolate the manja - nak - dokong - cry, the i'm - hungry - feed - me - now! - cry and the i'm - really - sleepy - but - lawan - mata - cry. that's about it. there's no cry for when he's dirtied his diaper. i'll know when that happens when he's suddenly very quite and looks kinda funny and then three minutes later, i can smell him. sheesh!

hamza and his abi sleeping the day after he was born.

hamza and his abi sleeping now.

my babysitting woes have been solved, alhamdulillah. through getting to know neighbours around the area, we found a family we're comfortable with. today is only the sixth day that hamza is there, but so far so good. the makcik didn't really believe me when i cautioned her of how loud and alarming hamza's cries would be...well, she believes me now!

sappy story alert! the sunday before we were supposed to send hamza for the first time, i was busy preparing all the harta karun that he might need. milk, clothes, diapers, bottles, etc...and hamza was behaving so well! such a good boy, smiling and gurguling away with me and his abi. macam nak ajak berbual. and when the morning came, we sent him there and he immediately fell asleep! i passed the instructions to the makcik and left in a rush. and cried all the way down to the first floor. *sob* *sob* *sniff* *sniff* *baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawls!!!!!!*

in my mind i was thinking, "it's not fair! how come she doesn't have to work!? how come I have to work?! how come I can't take care of him?! how come she gets all his smiles and his laughs and his chuckles?! how come she gets to bathe him?! how come she gets to feed him?!"...irrational thoughts they may be...but all the same, i felt really really really bad. aby just hugged me and said "alah, just think of it as if we left him at rumah mak, lah. you go home and sleep."

the second we reached home i rooted in the laundry basket for the clothes hamza wore yesterday still smelling of milk, baby powder and minyak yu-yi and crawled into bed - where i must say i had the nicest uninterrupted nap i've ever had in a loooong time. heh. ok so i've cried the one time. the token cry to cukupkan syarat. : ) now, i'm really really thankful that i know cik tina is taking good care of him. at least, i can go back to work knowing he is in safe hands.

talking about going back to work...yes...i'm supposed to return this week. *groan!!!!!!!!* probably tomorrow or thursday, i haven't really decided yet. i've told them i won't come back on a monday, knowing how insane mondays can be. so many changes have happened while i was away, i hope i won't take too long to catch up. one part of me really wants to get lost in the world of diaper changing, singing silly rhymes and making baby faces with hamza. the other part also wants to go back to the corporate world and make things happen. sigh...of course it's possible to do both. mother did it, thither's doing it, heck...how many mothers do you know are working full time? i guess it's a dilemma that all full time working moms face.

aby...quick! earn at least 7k/month! then i can retire and be a stay-at-home-mom!

He Dies?! HE DIES?!?!

He Dies?! HE DIES?!?!

WARNING: CSI SEASON 8 FINALE - SPOILER ALERT!!!

i was gobsmacked shocked last night. i cried! suddenly!

i did not see that coming at all! I would have never guessed that the sherrif was dirty and will kill him. nothing could've prepared me for the last scene and watching him die, i wanted to pick up the phone and call 999...di atas sedih seh!

Watch The Video Here!

OK Just Stop It!

ok that's it!

i'm giving FACE to FACEBOOK coz i'm truly tired of all the invites i've been receiving and it seems like the whole world is on FACEBOOK except me!!!

so now i'm on FACEBOOK.

are ya happy now, FACEBOOK?!?!?!

Mommy Wow! I'm A Big Kid Now!

Mommy Wow! I'm A Big Kid Now!

heh...not that big yet. currently he's doing this...

which gives me time to sit down and blog for about five minutes. but anytime now he could wake up and demand attention by looking like this...


although after that he will reward me with this...


he's been going out a lot. on good days me and and thither will get the boys up and go places, well...places that are stroller-friendly at least. and yes, the whole lot of us, thither, me, ilyas and hamza and when brother is not working, do look quite a sight.

"But The Sister and I did venture out to get ourselves some caffeine fix (poser aje these 2 non-coffee drinkers) at the newly-halal Coffee Bean. We had the luck of dragging The Brother along, and as expected, got our fair share of “Congratulations” and “Twins eh?” and looks which say “Wah-this-guy-very-terror-ah-got-2-wives-and-2-babies-at-the- same-time”. What else will they think when they see a malay guy with 2 malay women with 2 strollers… muahahaha!": ->thither's blog.




on fifth june we took him to get circumcised at the place brother works at. poor lil fella. he has no idea what's about to be done to him.

*gerun*...aku tengok aku yang seram. i thought he was going to scream bloody murder, thankfully syukur alhamdulillah, he slept thru the entire thing! even when the painkiller was first injected.




he's ok now, that cincin-thingy has dropped off yesterday and he doesn't appear to have any complications. he was so well behaved, we took him to ECP for some fresh sea breeze.


and tu nangis pasal nak pergi swimming lah. hehehe! we've also collected his passport! may he be as kaki-jalan as the rest of the waris lani are. : )


so dapat passport ajer terus pergi amik nenek and head on down to T3 for some popeyes.

he's pretty tired out from the whole weekend, he sleeps better now. so when he's doing this...


aby and i try to get some sleep ourselves.

on another note, i'm trying to train him to sleep thru the night, well at least from midnight to about six. the longest he's ever slept is about 5 hours, but i'm going back to work at the end of the month and i totally cannot face work+boss_with-OCD with insufficient sleep. hope to get his routine down before that. luckily aby is a light sleeper, and will wake up with me to help with night feeds, although burping is still my primary duty. i also have babysitting blues that i have to resolve asap (will rant more in another entry) if i want to go back to work with a clear head and a peaceful heart.

know of any malay/muslim babysitter living around choa chu kang north six?

Confessions Of A New Mother – Uncensored!

Confessions Of A New Mother – Uncensored!

overwhelming. that one word summarises the past month.

hamza is four week two days old today and it has been insane. suddenly my life revolves around this screaming crying lil being on a sleep-feed-poop routine. the sleepless nights are more manageable now. at least he no longer bawls – the first few nights i swear the whole cck north six were woken by him.

tak takut ker?

penat doesn’t even begin to describe how i feel. it seems that nothing is easy with hamza. he cries at everything. and his cry is not like his cousin ilyas’s cry – that of a cat, more a whimper really. oh no siree…hamza’s cry is the true blue test of healthy his lungs are. the deafening-highpitched-lip-quivering-face-turning-red-and- then-blue kind of cry, which automatically stops when i pick him up. this means every time he’s asleep, i have about two to three hours to eat, bathe, do whatever i can around the house and catch some sleep myself before he is up again.

and don’t even get me started on breastfeeding. for the record, YES I KNOW breastmilk is the best milk. YES I KNOW mothers should breastfeed their baby for as long as possible. YES I KNOW there are abundant benefits of a mother’s milk. but NO I DIDN’T KNOW that for the first few days after birth, you won’t get anything or if you’re lucky, you’ll already be producing colostrum. NO I DIDN’T KNOW that your breast will no longer be yours, they’re the baby’s to feed on demand. NO I DIDN’T KNOW that my back, shoulders and arms will ache from remaining in the breastfeeding position for extended periods of time. and what about the stress of holding a crying kicking screaming baby to your breast as you try to guide his mouth to the correct latching angle? and guess what? as soon as that’s done, you still have to subject them mammary to the breast pump – if you’re like me, trying to build up sufficient supply for when i go back to work. they didn’t tell me all this! (or maybe they did, i just wasn’t paying attention in the antenatal class.) breastfeeding is an art, not something that a mother and her baby does easily right from the start. kudos to those who do, but for those who don’t, i can surely understand why they gave up and switched to formula. it does not make them any lesser than a mother. i think there’s too much pressure on mothers to breastfeed their baby – i for one felt very pressured in the earlier days, so much so that i felt like a failure for not being able to feed hamza. i cried when he cried of hunger. i cried when aby fed him formula. i felt so useless at that time. thankfully, the stressful days are over. once you get over the beginning, have faith! it’ll get better and easier. syukur

alhamdulillah thanks to God aby has been fully participative (is there such a word?) right from the labour until today, i have never felt like i am alone or lost, he’s always there with an equal say of what’s going on with hamza, waking up for night feeds, taking over the subuh shift when i collapse, cooking me meals, doing the household chores – basically doing everything i stopped doing. and this amidst his work and classes. on my more emotional days, i would cry and tell him i’m sorry he has to all this. he’d hold me and say “you’re doing a far more important duty.”

syukur alhamdulillah thanks to God i also have the support of family around. both neneks are ever-willing to take hamza off our hands for us to run errands and what-nots. we even had a little down time to catch indiana jones. and of course the wonderful friends who dropped by to celebrate our birthdays.

faizal, mazlan, fahmee, emi and baby ammar on aby's birthday

yani, baby aliyah, aisah, liza and azad on my birthday.

zack/nadz/kak al: i don’t have photos from your visit! email me can?

we had a very quite and simple celebration of our second wedding anniversary – falling asleep in front of the tv with hamza in his abi’s arms.

so that’s my update for the month. nobody said motherhood is easy and i know it’ll get harder. for now i’m going to end this post with the cliché of all clichés…

whenever i kiss his bubble gum tummy, it's all worth it. i wouldn't want it any other way.

Here's Looking At You, Babe

Here's Looking At You, Babe

world, please meet amir hamza bin shahbudin, who arrive on Friday 25 April 2008 bersamaan dengan 18 Rabiulakhir 1429H at 11.46pm, weighing in at a healthy 3.28kg.

amir hamza, meet the world. : )

will be back with more once things settle down, insya Allah.

A Tale Of Two Floods & The Domesticated Me

A Tale Of Two Floods & The Domesticated Me

"cause you were just too busy being fabulous, too busy to think about us..." - the eagles

what a week. it started with the flash floods at my workplace, which caused the entire building to stay in office for an hour last thursday as the roads and exits were completed underwater. five cars were stranded in the middle of the road as their owners waded about in calf-high water.

then there was the other flood happening in my .. erm... down there. it started the night before and seemed to be wet till the next day. strangely, i didn't panic. i called aby, who did. in his strange calm way. so i called NUH's delivery suite and the midwife told me to come in immediately, so nice to ask if i'd like an ambulance to fetch me. looking at the five cars from the office window, i said "no thanks, can i go home first?" for some strange reason i really wanted to take a bath and eat something first. she said as soon as possible after dinner. we arrived at the hospital just after nine pm. told to report at the A&E department, i was promptly plonked into a wheelchair and whisked away to the ward within two minutes, taking an express elevator.

it was there that my embarrassing moments happened. firstly the nurse there just told me to remove all clothing from waist down. in my mind, "huh, no gown, or skirt, or blanket? seriously?" i looked at her. she wore a stern "hurry-up-i-see-these-things-everyday!" look on her face. fine.

then the registrar came in to conduct the examination, signalling the start of the second embarrassing moment. the nurse moved me into position and of course by reflex, i unmoved them. she made a "tsk" sound and forced my legs to comply. *sob* macam nak nangis. aby held my hand while i tried to cut off the circulation from his wrist.

ok ok i hear many of you saying that yes, they are professionals, and yes they do these everyday, and yes, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. but still i feel malu ok. i mean, it's my first time having someone other than the one i don't have a batasan aurat with looking and touching my down there. yeah people tell me later on in the delivery suite it'll be worse, but i'll be too high from the gas or in throes of pain to notice anything or care about anything. i'll cross that bridge when i get to it. in the mean time, call me a prude. or if anyone has useful tips on how to cope/get used to it, do share.

anyway...i tested positive for leaking liqua, so kena warded immediately. at that moment, i never felt more thankful to be a staff of the Group, hence being entitled to an A1 room where aby could room in with me. my gynea came in at eight am the next morning and sent me for a scan. water level: good. weight of baby: very good. (read: 2.6kg!!!) mommy's temperature: normal. so rest in bed one more day for observation and then with a dose of antibiotics + 10 day hospitalisation leave, i was allowed home on saturday. yay! what a dress rehearsal for the real thing.

so what have i been doing at home? lotsa sleeping! and tv-watching. and cleaning and putting things away. my kitchen's finally done.

yeah, that's it. small and cozy. i realize it's far from resembling nigella's but let's call it a work in progress. the first dish i cooked in it was my all-time favourite dish to cook. spaghetti. nothing fancy schamancy. : )

in case you're wondering, the top picture is how normal people eat pasta. the bottom one is covered with cheese, which is how anak2 & cucu jamil eat things - we just can't get enough of cheese.

and today i finished washing all the baby's clothes. or at least what he'll need for the first few weeks of his life. i washed them. by hand.

step terror eh? i think it'll be the first and last time. next time, it'll be mr washing machine.

i'm going back to work on monday, where it will be the last three weeks before i go on maternity, insya Allah. i wanna do a proper and complete handover so that life there can go on smoothly without me. also one of my team members will be going on maternity in november, so i think i should set a good example, doncha think?

gosh, this is a long entry seh. penat saya type. penat awak baca?

The Kite Runner

The Kite Runner

this review rating deserves 10000 stars.


finally the long awaited movie is out and i caught it at 10 something on sunday after the cny weekend. gila kan? firstly i did not know it was released in singapore already and secondly i did not know it was playing at the cathay and cineleisure only. aiyayayayai...

i though i would cry buckets. i stuffed my bag with tissue and aby took the tissue box from the car...just in case. but suprisingly i did not cry. not when hassan was hurt, not at the orphanage scene, not when amir came back to kabul. well, i did tear at the part where amir and his father was escaping to pakistan and that horrible russian soldier "wanted half-an-hour with that lady". that scene used up half a tissue. laughing so hard when amir's dad met the russian doctor later used up the other half.

but overall i am di atas happy and satisfied that this movie did not stray very far from the book. it was 95% accurate and the screenplay writer kept the spirit and essence of the book. so unlike da vinci where the movie totally mised the point.

ticket value: worth buying the DVD box set.

best line in the movie - hassan : "but couldn't he have just smelt an onion?"

Honeymoon Feb 08

Honeymoon Feb 08

aby and i sneaked off to our third honeymoon from 2nd - 4th Feb 2008 at The Pulai Desaru Beach Resort. aware that this was probably the last lepak holiday we can take just the two of us for a long time, we really relaxed to the max without a care in the world. of course, no water sports, but lots of sleeping, eating and lazy strolls in the drizzle.

here are the highlights.

ps: hmn...where shall we go next honeymoon?

It Finally Happened

It Finally Happened

"the weight of the things that remained unspoken, built up so much it crushed us everyday" - maroon five

hehehee...today it happened for the first time.

this guy offered me his seat on the train. i looked around as to who he was offering it for, then he pointed at me and smiled.

"for you, miss."

HAHEHAHAHEHAEHAEHAHEHAH! gosh, i must really look fat.

The World Is Really Right

The World Is Really Right
"my prince under disguise, how you fooled me with those eyes" - katherine mcphee

aby suprised me by showing up at cck polyclinic for my check-up.

i had countless home made epok-epok. masak dua, makan satu. yum.

ooooh! oh! and! get this! borhan and jonied chocolate chip cookie dough can eat!

Chocolate liquor, also known as cocoa liquor and cocoa mass, is a smooth liquid form of chocolate. It contains both cocoa solids and cocoa butter in roughly equal proportion.

It is produced by taking cocoa beans that have been fermented, dried, roasted, and separated from their shells and grinding their center, the cotyledon. The chocolate liquor can then be cooled and molded into blocks known as unsweetened baking chocolate. The liquor and blocks contain roughly 53 percent cocoa butter. Chocolate liquor contains no alcohol.

Crème de cacao is a sweet chocolate liqueur flavored primarily by the cocoa bean and the vanilla orchid. It is normally made as a clear light syrup, however it is also available in a dark (caramel)-colored syrup, known as Dark Crème de cacao.

The alcoholic content of this liqueur can vary, but 20–25%ABV (40–50 proof) is common.

source: wikipedia

The World Is Right

The World Is Right
"when the rain is pouring down, and my heart is hurting. you will always be around" - alicia keys

the sohabahs bullied food from an innocent staff for a pregnant woman (tsk!), got lost along expressways, ate naked fish, got rubbed, kneaded and pressed with olive oil, got eaten by naked fish and had prata to round off the day.

aby found a shop that sells ruffles sour cream and cheddar at just $3.25.

my bestest thither in da vorld is back home with the little monkey.

despite all odds, hady mirza is the first asian idol.

i'm finally going to eat home made epok-epok on hari raya haji.

the world is right again. : )

What Is Done, Is Done

What Is Done, Is Done

"if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then i'll follow you into the dark" - death cab for cutie

excuse my long absence from the blogging domain. lots have happened, and every time i felt like documenting it, i just couldn’t find the words for it. extreme case of writer’s block i guess.

maybe it was the concussion from the accident. suffice to say, it was a life-changing event, not just for me but also for a special person. one of my sohabahs. the police ruled that i was in the wrong – never mind there was a huge lorry blocking my view. never mind the other driver himself admitted he was rushing and was doing ninety on a fifty road. never mind. i’ve paid the fine and clocked the demerit points. moral of the story, accidents happen. learn from your mistakes. and people have commented that i am a much cautious driver since the accident, though in the beginning it was hard. people who used to depend on me for the rides started criticizing my driving skills. i didn’t hear them complaining when i drove them around, getting them to places here and there. never mind.

the biggest thing that i do mind was that one of my sohabahs was hurt. and i take full responsibility for it. chillis, i’ve apologized before but words just seem so shallow and inadequate. how can i possibly understand what you’re going through now? if i could turn back the time, i would have paid more attention to where we were going and made the correct turn. i felt something inside me die when i learnt just how injured you were and that it would mean for you – the pain, medication and therapy and your other commitments especially your schoolwork. of my twenty-four years of life i’ve hurt so many people before, emotionally and mentally, intentionally or purposely. some i have apologized for. others i will carry to my grave. but this is the first time ever that i’ve actually caused someone to be in physical pain. and there’s absolutely nothing i can do about it. i am forever indebted to you. so please tell me how i can repay you back. for the loss time, for all the hurt and pain. i will do my best to make it up to you.

and so i’ve decided to do this. i’ve decided to be a much better person from now on. not just to chillis but to everyone. i’ve decided to be a better friend, a better daughter, better wife, better everything. i’ll listen more and judge less, love more and fight less, pray more and complain less. so y’all feel free to remind me of what i’ve decided here, if i slip up and go back to my old ways.

aby commented that i’m much quieter these days. he’s been amazing all this time, staying by me whenever i was with the traffic police making the reports and settling the car insurance. during the fasting month he got up himself, made sahur and brought it to bed to me. when i was throwing out my stomach and the rest of my internal organs, he brought the dustbin to catch my puke and rubbed my back. some nights he stayed up and cried with me. he’s helped half of my emotional recovery. the rest comes from the visits and supports from my family and friends. my family, typical of their style, the marah-dulu-paham-kendian approach, has helped keep me grounded. and friends’ care and concern has helped me find myself a little bit. even friends who didn’t know about the accident or the pregnancy helped, by giving me the much-needed breathing space or else i’d suffocated with all the attention.

i owe everyone a lot of prayers. a lot.

The End Of Time

yesterday after our prayers i looked out the window hoping to catch a glimpse of this.

and to my amusement, so many other heads were popping out of windows. alas, the moon's eclipse path did not pass by our skies.

i told aby how amazing it is that such a phenomenon can happen under God's grace. at precisely the same time, all around the world people are looking at exactly the same thing. we mere humans can never dream of replicating such an occurrence.

then aby reminded me that such signs warn of the impending akhir zaman – the end of time. in skolah ugama when i was younger, ustazahs always used to warn that Rasullulah feared for his ummah, as the time between then and the end of time was this short (separate your thumb and index finger about one inch). that was why he led solat gerhana mata hari/bulan when these occurrences happened, praying for God to protect us from the coming of the dajjal.

just think, in just this lifetime alone, how many solar/lunar eclipses have there been? the one that happened yesterday was the second this year; the first one was in march. for the past ten years, the earth saw an average of 2.5 lunar eclipses per year. scientists are already predicting the next one to be on 21 feb 2008. for the solar eclipse, which is supposed to be an even more rarer occurrence happened an average of 2.4 times a year.

therefore i concluded that the night of 28 august 2007 is a blessed night indeed. it being nisfu syaaban + eclipse + it was raining very heavily the whole day = one blessed night. so if the end of time was really very near, then yesterday was just another one of the signs.

so what do you do when there are signs that the end of time is near? move into a mosque? quit your job and stay on the sajadah all day all night? start memorizing the holy quran before its text disappear from its pages?

Angry!

Angry!

i bought a bedsheet set that promised one fitted sheet, one bolster case and two pillow cases, i only got one fitted sheet, one bolster case and ONE pillow case in the package.

ANGRY!

i got a craving for my all-time fave comfort food ruffles sour cream and cheddar cheese which used to cost only 2.35 but when i went to buy it yesterday it was selling at 2.95.

ANGRY!!

i woke up early like a good pseudo housewife to do the three loads of laundry i've been procrastinating. and the moment i pressed the "wash" button, it started to rain. for a good THREE hours.

*sigh*....

I Must Not

I Must Not...

...get addicted to honour and passion...

...get addicted to honour and passion...

...get addicted to honour and passion...

how not to ?????????

go away...the last time i was this in crush with a local channel eight actor was in 1995 with thomas ong in the brothers five.

Bye Bye Bye!

i bought the phone on friday and i lost the phone on wednesday.

just my luck.

please email me omnichups@yahoo.com your number for my new sim card.

thanks lah.