Wait for Ibu

I came back quite late yesterday at about 9 at night after going out of the house since early morning. I came back home, famish! I hope my lover and and the kids spared some of the good parts of the grill they bought for dinner.

Lover kept smsing when am i going to get home because none of them had dinner yet. I was a bit not happy because its late, and they still not eating yet? I mean, do I have to do everything around here?

Why have they not eaten, i asked as i entered the kitchen.

They wanted to eat together with you. 

Awwww

Sukaaaaa

Tak jadi marah.

Haziq's Virgin Ride

My lover has been having his mid-life crisis and is into MTB riding.Which I do encourage because truthfully I would do it myself.



I have been persuading my lover to take Haziq along. Especially on the easier rides. He has an extra bike. Extra helmet. Extra tight pants.

After months of persuading, and only when the days are getting hotter, lover finally agreed to take Haziq today. It's easy on the road ride.

Haziq looked like an excited child this morning. I told him, don't fall.

He came back and told me he had a fall. His knees were bleeding and his left wrist was in pain. Qadr Allah.

All the uncles were teasing lover that how will justify to me that cycling would be good for Haziq seeing that he fell on his first ride. Heh heh none of my men need to justify to me after a small fall like this.

Fall? Ride again young man.

We don't baby our men sissies.

Cewah!

A Jar of Cookies for Sya

Sya had a camp out at her school backyard this week. Throughout last week she was thinking of baking some cookies to ring to her camp out. But I was err lazy. And also the cookies recipe I had in the Magnolia Bakery recipe book was complicated and the ingredients were beyond me and I have run out of interest in this anyway.

But you know what, I noticed Sya has improved so much in many things. Not up to par yet (especially her messy room) but what I look for is effort and improvement that follow suit. Result is up to Allah. And we must acknowledge that people are different. Not everyone can be scorer and can find maths easy or or or. 

Regardless, effort is what I want to see. And this is what I am struggling with Sya. Alhamdulillah she seem to be coming out of her blur cocoon and is more aware of what she needs to do and what is expected and what it means to give good work.

Her hifz has also leapt and is beginning to retain her memory without me having to strain my vocal chord so much.

Don't expect a noble prize just yet but I am more than grateful to Allah, because it has been stressed for many years with her. And now Jack. Another story.

So I thought why not I surprise her with some cookies for her camp out today. I am lazy yes. But I will make an exception when I am happy and appreciative. 

It's my first time. Baking cookies that is. He he

So yeah a jar of cookies for Sya with lots of love and messy kitchen and happy other people in the house.

May Allah make her righteous and among those who is ikhlas and ihsan.

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I sent the cookie jar picture to lover to tell him that I am sending this to Sya but the cookies was tak cantik and kembang-kembang. He replied nampak sedapnya yum yum. That evening he came back home. I think he was looking for the same jar with the red lid. But he couldn't find it because I have already send it to Sya. He was so shocked because there were no more cookies and started babbling and I err sort of let him.

I was surprised he didn't see the cookies in the clear tupperware. He said I must buy more ingredient and I must make more. I told him I am lazy to make more. Then he said I have to go to Magnolia Bakery and get their cookies then but that is cheating because it is not the same one. And insisted and insisted I must make some more. Then suddenly he saw the cookies on the table right in front of him. Isk isk isk kekasih ni, takkanlah saya tak tinggalkan BANYAK untuk awak dan anak-anak. Meroyan cari batu belah batu bertangkup pulak nanti.

 Rasa dia sedaplah jugak. tak lah over the top. But I like the burnt one most. I believe the burnt one has low sugar count sebab dia pahit. LOL

Smart Stuff

I remember when I first came here, among  the changes I enforced in the family is to have an all together sit down dinner. No eating in front of the tv, on the couch, upstairs, in front of the tv. Even though we cant do it everyday with lover because of his odd timing, but I insist the rest must come down and be there.

I personally feel that there is so much bonding during this family get together. And since I am not working, I should make the best of the time I have.

But something evil is creeping in lately. This doesn't happen much at home though. It is mostly when we have our dinner outside. Enter the restaurant  Myself, lover, haziq and the kids will take out our respective Iphone, S3 (TRAITOR!), ipod and ipad. We will check the wifi, and our eyes are glued on the phone or tablet whatever.

Look we are not talking to each other. Sometimes even if we do, we wont be concentrating on the convo. Evil indeed this whatsapp that makes me pay attention to others more than my own family at this hour. And all these smart gadgets became so addictive that my heart yearns for it almost all the time.

Do you not see this happening almost to all. Sitting together but all are quiet staring at the gadget? I am a believer in a good old conversation. Jack, is in his talkative phase. He talks non stop and can go from one topic to another. Haziq, less talkative, but I enjoy the convo I have with him. Sya talks less but play alot with jack (oh by the way she must stop reading at dinner table too). I don't think I want to miss all of these.

Time to take action! No more smartphones, tablets and even story books at dinner table. I must stop this before this evil become permanently stuck on our hands and we lose the ability to talk to our loved ones, and only LOL and emoticon faces with those far away from us.

Who is with me?

Simpanan Hari Gemuk

My lover lost a lot of weight this Ramadhan. Actually he has been losing it even before Ramadhan by simply reducing the portion he takes (still more than mine) and perhaps the new habit of fasting each Monday and Thursday. Allah knows best.

So he went to get himself a new pair of jeans, one size down. He is also, with full confident, thinking of giving away all his "gemuk" jeans.

I, on the other hand, have put MANY clothes on the side because they have miraculously shrunk. In the hope that one day I'll get to wear it. This is what I call "simpanan untuk hari kurus".

So out of perhaps uhuk uhuk jealousy, I asked lover, eh why you want to give them away? Tak nak simpan ke dulu? Simpan for what, he asked.

Simpanan untuk hari gemuklah, I retorted. Pessimistic ke optimistic ni?

Allahuma Bareek to him.

Progress Kelas Bahasa Arab

This is my fourth year learning arabic and without shame I have to say it is getting harder. T__T.

The articles they gave us gets longer with smaller font and difficult words. The comprehension gets trickier too. What is worse is, they have changed they teaching style too. All these while, we have been paying attention mostly in the grammatical aspect of arabic. Why fathah, why kasrah and why dommah. When we say muslimun, when we say muslimin and when do we say musliman for example. Thisis easy (relative) for me because it is like maths. This and this and this become these.

However this year, they changed the system and force us to make impromptu paragraphs or conversation or stories. In short they force us to speak and write. This is hard for me because I do not possess many vocabularies at all and when I do need these words, i cannot use it in proper context because to write a sentence you cannot just have a knowledge of the root word but you need to know how to apply all the grammatical knowledge correctly into the position of the word in a sentence.

To add to my already blurness, is, all my original classmates are all gone. ALL of them. There are new ones who have been studying ARABIC in the university, DIPLOMA in arabic. Who were senior students who decided to lepak in the class because there are no more arabic class for them, who speak arabic as their mother tongue language.

They have no problem whatsoever to understand article, or make conversation or write paragraphs.

Just last week, we were going through a particularly difficult article (for me). Everyone understood it at one go. I kept having to ask the teacher, what does this mean, what is this and this and this. I kept interrupting the class because I do not know anything. This has been going on for each arabic class but I felt last week was the max of it.

That day also we had to read out a paragraph that we wrote at home and mine was just b a d. The sentences were weak and didnt make sense. You can partly blame it on google translate. (poke eyes)

My ears began to turned red and my cheeks became birat out of flushness. My head felt like it was boiling to burst. It was so overwhelming that I felt like crying. Tears were already welling in my ears. I didnt by the way.

I went home feeling frustrated with myself. Frustrated. Stupid. Slowest.

Each morning before going to arabic class was a heavy chore to me. And the same as today. I am toying the idea of quitting this class and go back to the lower level. They are also doing conversation and writing but in short sentences. Perhaps I can pick up more vocabularies there. The only thing that is stopping me is I really do not want to kecikkan hati my current teacher.

Sigh

Today was another arabic class day. Drag my fat arse out of the house and fight shaytan who keep telling me to quit altogether so I would have time to do other things that are also important.

Drag drag drag.

Oh another new long article today with new words.

But today I decided, you know what, to hell if I sound stupid or feel stupid. I decided I want to take advantage of being the slowest student in the class. To ask and ask ask. The advantage of being the one who knows the least is the teacher kept talking to me and speaking slowly for me. Eyes contact and all. So I am just going to bulldoze this and take the opportunity of being the limelight in the class.

We had to write a short paragraph today. Impromptu one. Oh no! I need the Google translate thing. And we were supposed to write about our opinion on globalisation because that was what the article was about.

Oh well. I decided to write a three sentence paragraph in english and translate what I can.


.في رأيي، لا نستطيع أن دفع العولمة إلى الأبد
.العولمة تدخل الى بيتنا مع الشبكة الدولية والتلفاز والصحف
.هذا الوقت لكل المسلم لتقوية ايمانهم لفصل بين الحق والباطل


In engish it is SUPPOSED to sound like this

"In my opinion we cannot push away globalisation forever. It is coming to our house through the internet and television and the newspapers. However, it is the time for each Muslim to strengthen their eemaan to (be able to ) separate the truth and false."

I wanted to write further that we should take the opportunity to spread islam and introduce Islam as a beautiful religion and not the religion of terror. But I forgot the word "Opportunity" in arabic. LOL.

I know the arabic work I did is actually entah apa-apa lah. The arrangement of words are weak. But I am feeling elated still because I didnt use Google Translate (poke eyes poke eyes) and it is somewhat understandable.

After weeks of feeling down and stupid, today I felt great. The sun is shining and I can see clearly now. After asking Allah to make it easy for me and to decide whether to quit or not, I am deciding to remain in this level for longer.

In the words of my lover, "kayuh perlahan-lahan, you'll get there."

Six Years After

last 12th December was the anniversary of us staying here in Qatar. And the company graciously awarded my lover with extra working day commencing next year. He will now has to work on Saturdays, full day.

10 hours a day and six days a week.



I am thankful yes. cuma disheartened aje. But I am grateful because we are better off now than 6 years ago.


I hope he doesn't get too tired for classes though. May Allah make him even stronger. Ameen.

Perhaps Allah will give more barakah in our time.

Hati ada Bunga

My lover is feeling stressed out at work lately. Understandably his project is at their tail of completion. Lots of handovers, disputes, possible V.O.s and whatnots. He has never been as stress as this I think. He doesn't show much, as in he doesn't come home sulking and got angry, but whenever we talked this would pop out. And also I sort of can tell because man has worry face and it shows here and there.

Anyway he said this to me, "Each time I got to work my head feels like bursting. But it all became better when I got home."

And see me? *Grin*

And see you. Peck on the forehead.


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Just a story to remind myself,

The Prophet sallahu alaihi wasalam came to Khadijah on the first day of Revelation, anxious, trembling and shaking all over. He told her, "cover me! Cover me!" Then he said to Khadeejah, "O" khadeejah what is wrong with me? He told her what happened, then said, "I fear for myself." Khadeeja said, "No, rather be of good cheer, for by Allah, Allah will never fprsake you. By Allah, you unite relations, speak the truth, spend money on the needy, give money to the penniless, honour your guests and help those beset by difficulties."

She spoke to him in kind and sweet words of encouragement, filling him with confidence, tranquility and firm conviction. Throughout her life with him, Khadeeja supported him and helped him to bear the worst oppression and persecution that he faced in his mission. She endured with him every hardship and difficulty.

Ibn hashim in his seerah,

"Khadijah had faith, and believed in what he brought from Allah. In this way, Allah helped His Prophet sallallahu alaihi wasalam. Whenever he heard any distasteful words of rejection or disbelief that upset him, Allah would cause to put his spirits high and revived when he would come back to her. She would encourage him and advise him to be patient, believe in him and make it easier for him to bear whatever the people said or did. May Allah have mercy on her."

Khadeeja was one of the greatest woman in the world for all the virtues she had.

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And I am far from it.

Ingat! Laki balik aje rumah jangan bombard dengan bebelan dan komplen.

Three Weeks Up

OK It's almost time for me to go back to Qatar. I am leaving on the very very early morning flight on Friday which is essentially as good as leaving on Thursday. So when people ask me when I am leaving, I would say Thursday night I am already at the airport.

The raya has been very good for all of us. It is so nice to be able to spend it with our parents mostly and seeing relatives. But mostly our parents and most most mostly my lover's mum. In fact I must say she is the strongest reason that I think we should go back for raya.

Personally I like to go back during normal months and not the fasting month. Fasting in Qatar is such a bliss and Raya abroad is nice also.

You don't get to do much when you travel during the fasting month. And worse because there is this feeling that I need to get certain things and people to see on my once-a-year annually trip, I still take a lot of time out. And this, errrrr, affected the fasting months time.

But because I am ALSO feeling that since it is a fasting month and only a once-a-year trip, we all stayed kampung for the longest time. Truly sorry that I don't get to meet the normal people I meet. Next year Insya Allah.

In the end everything is made wonderful because my lover's mum, mak, was so happy.There are lots of cries when she greeted us and even more cries when we are leaving. :(

Having lost my own mother, I feel that lover must, as much as we can of course, without sacrificing some of my must-go places in KL :P, spent upmost quality time with his mom, my mak. Other things fall to close second and third places.

May Allah give us health and strength throughout our predestined length of life so that we can worship Him more.

A Dainty Lollies and a Flat Tyre

One dusty morning a dainty lady woke up to another routine day. She shouted at her kids to get up early and hit the shower, lest the water become too hot and will scald their skin. She is that caring.

She hang the clothes, made breakfast (garlic bread with cheese). Then she pestered her first son to get ready for school.

She roared the engine and flicked the aircond switch and slowly and carefully as she usually is, preseed the accelerator pedal to reverse her car. But the car seemed to not want to move.

She knows she is dainty but she cannot be that weak. She knew something was wrong. Glanced at the panel. There you go an LED icon that refuse to go away. It says FLAT TYRE. Qadr Allah.

Got off the car and confirmed herself.

What to do! What to do!

Eldest son is late to school. Called the teacher. And called her lover and complained and pretended to about to cry.

But lover, the knight and shining hero, refused to come and save her, but told her to take the pump and pump the tyre herself then go find a mechanic and have it fixed.



(Of course I am not going to pump the tyre myself? And what? Risk my fingers becoming dirty? I have Haziq to do it for me. And later we send it to the professional to patch the tyre up.)

The dainty lady sweltered under the heat and cannot wait to pout when lover comes back home from his day of hunting.

Ayah's Armpit

"I think ayah's armpit smell really nice," said Haziq.

Really? When did you smell ayah's armpit.

In the morning when I brushed my teeth, and ayah stood next to me putting on his lense.

Hahahahha.. itu pun boleh bau ka? I told him, it will probably be the smell you'd remember most. Bau ketiwak ayah.

But well.. I couldn't agree more.

Jack on two wheels

Jack has finally able to ride on two wheels. yayy!! On first attempt pulak tu! yayyy!

The only not so yayy thing, I didn't get to witness it. Booo! And no one took pictures. Booo! Well how could they when the camera is always with me. Booo! Eh lover kan ada phone camera. Bleargh!

Anyway, I just realised (actually tak adalah just realise lama dah realise cuma baru terasa), with the voluntary work I am doing, it comes with meetings. And it is usually on weekends. And the activities I do are also on weekends.

Oh well, May Allah shower blessing on these time.

Lover, when I told him I have something in the morning of Friday (Friday is weekend) and also in the evening, was beginning to sulk. And he was planning to sleep away. But i forced him to take the kids out. I also said Zachary need his father to teach him ride the bike. Finally he agreed.

Pastu bangga tak kasi can. Belahlah. :P Pastu rub rub salt on wound lagi kasi orang guilty. I don't want to friend him.

Annyway the children began comparing age of who was the fastest to master the two-wheel bike. Haziq rode at four, jack at five and Sya at six. And then they started squabbling.

I should tell them I only start riding bike at 9 or was it 10. Because we didn't have a bike back then. And even that bike, my dad kutipped it from someone's trash and then he modified it. But after I somewhat mastered it, I tried my dad's basikal tua. It had a palang. I was short and the bike was high for me. So kalau silap langkah, masa brake tak turun cepat-cepat and terlanggar palang tu...adddooiii! *Pengsan* And sometimes, out of riding it so fast, and losing control, I managed to make myself run into hoardings of rusty zinc. Adoi!

And then we bought the mini bicycle. Basikal perempuan tu. And rode the bike dengan sifat keperempuanan. Cycle pun terkepit aje. :P

Come to think of, I cycled everywhere after that. Even on quiet lorongs. Once in a while we had a scare of the notorious pakcik taik. His job is to collect taik from the houses which uses jamban angkut. And the trail of his beca transport can be smelt from far.

And when I was a teenage, we use to cycle bergather-gather on big roads. *Gila ke apa?* Occasionally ada brader2 mengurat and ikut us. But this cause me trouble because my father found out. :P

And my children? Well they got only to cycle certain time of the year because it is so hot here. And I am so lazy to lugged the bicycles into the car and take them to the park.

Is it still safe to cycle in Msia for the kids?

New Toy Uolls

Yayyyy my second new toy for the this year. Wopedeeeee!!

And a total surprise pulak tu. Loverku sungguh prihatin of my innate desire.

He must have understood the difficulties I am facing having to cut up the carboards and papers and having in the end crooked lines. Stressful life!

And thus a surprise new toy for me!

I present to you







A PAPER CUTTER. HAHAHAHAHHA! (Cheap thrill I know.)







For a more professional looking paper cut. Yapedadidu!!

Now maybe I can start hinting on the handbags again.

Dating

Since we are placed in separate room in both Mekah and madinah. Eh also Mina and Arafa. We hardly see each other. But Alhamdulillah we live in technology era and have phone with us, we can say hi just by calling or smsing. We can gaduh by sms also. Tak ada I tak gaduh dengan dia tau. Err..

But sometimes we meet up to get air tebu together. Ada jual air tebu near our hotel in Mekah. Yayyy! Or we went to get Saudi KFC called Al Baik. or pergi beli pisang. Or beli biskut-biskut. Or just to minum teh panas. he he. This is mainly after the umrah but before hajj time (hajj tamattu')

Call : Buat apa tu? Jom minum air panas sat.
Call : Awak nak makan apa ya? Nak saya bungkus tak?
Call : Awak dah dinner belum? Makan kat bawah jom.
Sms : Asal awak sombong dengan saya? Dah ada kawan baru tak mo layan kita ya? I dont want friend you.
Sms : Morning adzkar. Don't forget.
Sms : Pukul berapa turun naik van?
Sms : Saya ada masalah. Kentut saya busuk. Macamana nak kentut ni ramai orang dalam bilik.
Sms : Jumpa kat toilet no 8.
Sms : Pukul berapa nak jumpa?
Sms : 715
Sms : Lambatnya
Sms : kasi canlah
sms : pukul 7 lah
sms : Lecehlah awak ni! Saya jalan sendirilah.
Sms : ok 710

He he. Macam dating pulak.

The Calling

My lover used to say many years ago, "I want to go to hajj before I am 40". And I used to answer, "Err before you 40 that would make me go before 37 years old. I am too young lah."

But time passed. Things change. Something happen. Skin sagged. Hips widened.

So, it was last year I decided to go to this hajj talk. The talk was meant for the last years' bakal hajj. At that time I have already felt the need to fulfill the fifth pillar.

So the speaker started off by asking the participant the meaning of talbiyah. I didn't know what the talbiyah means actually. I can recite them because it is always repeated on TV. I can recall it from my childhood memories. Anyway I think in the end someone read from the book, but the speaker reiterated it.

Aku menyahut panggilan-Mu ya Allah. Aku menyahut panggilan-Mu ya Allah dan tiada sekutu apapun bagi-Mu. Sesungguhnya puji, nikmat dan kekuasaan hanya bagi-Mu tanpa sekutu apapun bagi-Mu dan juga segala kekuasaan adalah milik Mu. Ya Allah aku menyahut panggilan-Mu. Tiada sekutu bagi Mu.

Here I am responding to You, O Allah, Here I am responding to You. Here I am, You have no partner, here I am responding to you. Verily all praise and blessings are Yours, and all sovereignty, You have no partner.

He got me at "menyahut panggilan Mu." I don't know how to tell you how I felt, but when I heard what it meant, I felt ashamed of my ignorance. I am ashamed that I have ignored God for the most part of my life. I felt small. But on the other hand I felt hope because I know that I can still respond to Him. I cried passionately that day, until someone passed me a tissue. :P. But because of that, I made a resolution that I want to go as soon as I can. Alhamdulillah. All praises goes to Allah for all the bounties that He has bestowed.

I wonder if lover remembers what he said about making hajj by 40. He is after all born in the year 69. Pray for us.

Lollies' New Toy

Because lover refused to indulge me into a macro lens, I had to seduce him in getting me another toy. Way way way cheaper. And because it is five times cheaper than the said lens, plus the benefit of CHILDREN's education, he agreed.

So we got ourselves (notice I used the pronoun we. I am that generous) a pen set for the computer of sort. A Bamb00 from Wac0m. What is it for? It's for drawing. Drawing? Why can't you draw on a paper like everyone else? Because I can't draw. Using mouse on paint is still good right? Yeah, but I can't draw. And you can draw on this? I sure do. And why would you be using it for then? Why..to draw of course. And more other uses that they claim I can do but I don't know how to do it yet. You know lots and lots of things.

I have mastered it enough to allow the kids use it. And here is Sya drawing spider web in front of a cave for our last session on Jabal Thawr.




I told you it's for the children's education.

And here is my attempt for our Quran worksheet front cover.

I made enough drawing such that lover is convinced that his investment has yield its return.

Return? I am not even getting anything out if this.

Neither does he actually.

But he got luuurrrvvveeee. Yielding return jugak tu kan?

Obey Your Husband

I enjoy it when my lover follow me shopping. This is because I would otherwise have to lug in all the plastic bags by myself. If you know the condition of my current house now, you would understand why I grit my teeth to stop myself from cursing.

With him, he would carefully select the plastic bags. Taking the lighter bags and passing it to me, while he himself would carry all the heavier and bigger bags into the house.

So I asked him, "Why do you give me all the lighter bags while you carry the heavier ones?"

"It is because I want to make it easy for you."

Hmmm, then I said to him, "But then why don't you carry them all?"

Sungguh over.

Three Bald Men

Haziq initially did NOT want to shave his hair off. Which is understandable. And I didn't want to force him anyway. It does not nullify the umrah and plus he is still boy.

But most importantly i don't like making him do things without him knowing why should he do it in the first place. I prefer that he feels he want rather than because Ibu said so. But this does not apply to basuh pinggan, kemas bilik, lipat plastik dan sebagainya. :P

But then we talked about humility and such. I also narrated this hadith

Bukhari :: Book 2 :: Volume 26 :: Hadith 785
Narrated Abdullah bin Umar:

Allah's Apostle said, "O Allah! Be merciful to those who have their head shaved." The people said, "O Allah's Apostle! And (invoke Allah for) those who get their hair cut short." The Prophet said, "O Allah! Be merciful to those who have their head shaved." The people said, "O Allah's Apostle! And those who get their hair cut short." The Prophet said (the third time), "And to those who get their hair cut short." Nafi' said that the Prophet had said once or twice, "O Allah! Be merciful to those who get their head shaved," and on the fourth time he added, "And to those who have their hair cut short."

Prophet Muhammad s.a.w. prayed three time for Mercy from Allah to those who shaved their whole head.

He then agreed. tee he he. Ahamdullilah. I pray that Allah will always send guidance to my children.

And when the men came back after doing their tahlul (I went straight back after my snip snip. Tak kuasa nak tunggu. dah pukul 2 pagi), my lover, Mr Fath (we went with the Faths family) and Haziq, they all came back looking like aliens. Two big ones and one small one. Cute!

To tell you the truth, I cringe thinking what my lover would look like bald. He had never gone bald. In fact the first time I met him, he had this long thick shiny healthy black hair. Oh so macho!

Now bald, my my my still macho. :P

And I love playing with their growing hair. It's like caressing a carpet or those velvet fabric. I was checking out whether the hair colour would change like velvet when you caress the fabric. Caressing their not so bald hair is very stress relieving i think. It pricks your hand a bit but on the other hand it is very soft. It would bend when you go against the grain but would go back to the hair root direction. Sangat menggeramkan.

Do you know that for the first two days, the sticky tiny hair left on the head is like a velcro. It will stick to the ketayap or your shirt. Each time you pass a fabric it will stick to those hair like a velcro.

Even ihsan, Elisa's son would rub Haziq's head. Saying smooth as he rubbed it along the grain, saying rough as he went against it. Smooth rough smooth rough smooth rough smooth rough, he went.

Apparently growing tiny hair after shaving it bald makes your head more of a public property. And beware playing with it can be very addictive!

Habis romantiklah tu

My lover is here in Malaysia with me now, in case you are wondering. Somehow eating has become more exciting among many other things. We have been stuffing ourselves and have been piling on disastrous kilos. Gulp!

I have been quiet because we were at my in laws, in KL and also Taman Negara for a one week cuti-cuti Malaysia. No, I have not been making any bunga telur during my quiet blogging times. :p

Ni..nak complain ni tau cik kiah. Pasal laki aku ni hah.

One thing that I hate about my lover is his love to day sleep. Not just a short nap but a real sleep. Orang nak borak-borak, story mory, dia tidur. Grrrrr. And this habit of his has always been a factor of argument and my merajukness. But does that whimpering ever change him? Throughout this 11 years of marriage? Never! He still sleep di waktu siang. *roll eyes*

So I complained as usual. And this time I said, did you sleep during the day when you were in Qtar? During the one months I was not around? He said , no.

No??!! I am so ready to merajuk.

How come? How come you tidur siang only when I am around?

And he said because when I am not around, he worries about me all the time. Wondering what am I doing. Where I am taking the kids. Am I safe. What I am eating. How much I am spending..

And when I am with him, when I am safely in his sight, he feels calm. He knows I am safe. The kids are good. And malam tadi pun dah penat. So tidur sianglah!

Yelah tu.

Over Expressing : I Like

I like I like I like the way my lover show how much he appreciates my cooking. Especially when the cooking was exceptionally beyond. The goddessy kind. Trust you, me, he wouldn't just say hmm this is nice. Or you would have to insinuate his actions of sudden gullible of food. He would really tell. I don't have to worry that he was just exaggerating (well perhaps he is), because I know when the food is not at the Goddessy par or just so so, he wouldn't express that it is good. He would probably comment in the most tactful way when the food is below average good.

I have never told him thi, but I just love the way he praise me. ooohhh it just made me want to give him more. As you all know, i am not really the cooking type person. I wouldn't list it as a hobby that is for sure. In fact I didn't know how to cook until I had to survive my degree and had to share with four malay girls who wants rice everyday and my cooking turn was on every Monday. I really would not bother myself for recipe or even ask around on how to improve. I might have slowly killed my housemate throughout the two years we were together.

Of course then I got married and somehow it is just logical that I cook. Partly because both of us like to stay at home and eating out everyday was just not appetising.

And like everything you do, the only way to move forward is to improve. So does my cooking. When we were first married, he would show his appreciation by saying, hmm sedap and looked at me in the eye and caressed my cheek and then we can proceed to things yang lebih sedap. And then he upgraded his praises in parallel with my cooking's ability. (Ahaks!)

Now he would not only say hmm sedap and look at me and caressed my cheek, he would also shiver himself into an uncontrollable spasms, and roll his eyes like as if he is in ecstasy. Have you watched Gary Oldman in the Leon. Whenever he wanted to do something bad, (he was he bad guy in the movie), he would sniff his coke and got himself in ecstasy complete with shivers and rolling eyes.



My lover is my Gary Oldman, and my food is his coke (sometimes). I like I like I like.

And during this fasting month, when you cook extra special for breaking fast, I get even more of this ecstasy expression. I would just roll my eyes in the pretense of being the "perempuan melayu terakhir yang ayu and pemalu" and say you are too much.

The kids love this drama and would impatiently wait for lover to do it. Even though he doesn't do it everyday, because not everyday the food is to his liking. "kuih apa hari ni?" "Trifle" "Alaaa". Trifle wouldn't be to his liking. No ecstasy there.

But the kids would still wait. Azan. Little doa. Bite kurma. A gulp of drink. A bite on food and ecstasyyyyyyy. They are always amused.

And now the kids are taking sides. The boys would all go into trance and Batrsiyia would roll her eyes like me.

As you can see, we are breeding an over expressive children.