Responsibility & accountability

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Sehari sebelum Ramadhan 1436/2015

Malam ni, kita berterawih.
Sebelum subuh esok, kita bersahur.
Esok, kita berpuasa.

Selamat berpuasa. Berniatlah dengan elok. Beribadah dgn ikhlas.

Semuanya kerana & untuk Allah Yang Maha Esa.

Being a mom is tiring but so very rewarding when you know what to appreciate and how/what/where/when to find it. Somehow I can't say the same for being a wife of a workaholic hehe haha hehe

Cerai

Cerita arwah pakcik sya.

Masa muda2, awal2 berumahtangga, tiap kali balik dari kerja, isterinya tiada dirumah.

Tiap senja/petang menjemput isteri tersayang dari rumah mertua kerana tiap hari mak mertua bawak balik anaknya.

Kes tak berkenan dengan menantu.

Tiap hari mak mertua suruh ceraikan anak nya.

Suatu malam, mertua mendesak lagi ketika hendak pulang dari rumah mertua, pakcik hilang sabar.

Pakcik berkata2 dengan suara lantang - aku tak akan ceraikan bini aku tapi bintang sebagai saksi ... Aku ceraikan kau sebagai mertuaku!

That's all I know. Honestly, I don't know what happened after that but they lived happily, Alhamdulillah, till he died of cancer. 

In my case ... aku nak ceraikan handphone kau!

Hahaha

Why ...

Why do people run in circles or parallel to each other and not end up together or come to a middle point to whatever they were chasing in the 1st place?

It's so tiring & exhausting.

Sad too.

So what does one have to do next?

I'd like to say 'try harder' but somehow my mind@heart is saying ... Move on to the next one!

Hahaha ... If only it was that easy ....

Blogging ...

I thought I had already started?

What happened?

Do I need to list the reasons? Tak nak lah! They're the usual reasons.

But I can tell you what I do miss.

Reading.

Oh, I have been reading but for  nearly 4 years, it has been for knowledge - pregnancy, motherhood & food - recipes. Sometimes on  relationships, you name it, husband + wife, mom + daughter, friends ... anything else?

Reading for pleasure.

Oh, I do miss reading for pleasure. Being lost in those pages, walking slowly between the lines and miles away in thought ... hingga ke langit hijau! Where is that? Don't know. It's just something my father would say when he doesn't know the answer or not interested in answering. In my case ... lost in thoughts. (sounds so cliche, kan? hahaha)

I've recently started reading a novel. It's like nearly reading my life story ... nearly but not even half there yet as in the book.

What's the title and what's it's about? Hehehe wait for the next entry (if and when I feel like it).

;)

On this day, this very second, I HATE YOU!

It's good to be back

Woke up at 130am, from a 2-hour nap to get over my flu, to find my boys are still awake.

Hubby has to go to work soon & it's way past Faheem's bedtime.

Both were sleepy, really.

Mama took over ... with a few splashes of 'minyak angin' on his bum & the usual massages ... both son & dad fell asleep by 2am.

Now mama is wide awake.

Read some FB posts and now here .... I've missed you, my blog.

It's feels good to be back although I'm a bit uneasy to pen my thoughts here. I wonder why. Obviously it's more private here compared to FB but I guess it's the immediate feedback on my posts that got me stuck on FB.

Somehow that is so wrong hehehe ....

I'm here now and I think that is a good thing.

It's good to be back.

i've got the blogging jitters!

I have 8+1 blogs ... The '1' was the one blog that I accidentally deleted.

After a hiatus of more than 2 years ... With some encouragement, I'm tinkering with the idea of blogging again. 

But I'm a nervous wreck about it.

Should I share my blog? Will anyone find my entries interesting? Will anybody read them? 

Wait a minute ... Why am I bothering with those questions?

I've never been concerned with who's reading my entries ... So why now?

I blog to keep my memories & experiences intact for me to read later.

With that ... I'll come back again ... InsyaAllah.

Faheem Boy

as his aunty Khadijah adoringly calls him.

Us

This is the love of our lives.

One of our greatest gifts from Allah.

MasyaAllah, we are so lucky!

New blog? Nah ...

I thought of starting a new blog. That was my habit when I feel like I've moved on to another chapter of my life.

But after rereading several entries, I feel this is still me.

I haven't changed much, I think. And I still love what I've posted on this blog.

Therefore ... this blog is here to stay ...  welcome to my humble blog.

My playground

Stretching ... fingers cracking ... eyes squinting ... waking up from a loooooong deep sleep.

I've been poked & awaken ... Well, not directly & literally ... but still ....

Thank you to these two friends ... you got me key in the ignition and my engine's warming up.

I haven't blogged for such a long time and reading my past entries is like ... 'Who are you?'

I feel sad that I have lost touch with a lot of things but excited at the same time ... It's time to live again. Not that I haven't been living but more so now ... for me.

Borrowing Madonna's song title ... this was my playground.

I want to come back.