tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66372345164771313522024-02-23T02:08:36.539+08:00This is oh so randomUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger280125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-35581233447806323382014-03-02T11:32:00.001+08:002014-03-02T11:32:39.935+08:00Where is the light at the end of the tunnel??One of those moments when everything seems dark and all you want to do is get the hell out of here but can't seem to find your way out. And then you don't know what to do so you sit in the corner and just keep rocking yourself hoping, praying that you'll see the light that will guide you out. <div><br></div><div>And how did you get to this dark place? You really have no idea. All you know is you woke up one day and there it is.. The darkness. <br><div><br></div><div>Depressed? Maybe. Unhappy? Definitely. </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-84723338943935937012013-09-04T08:37:00.001+08:002013-09-04T08:37:01.530+08:00SeptemberTurning 30 this month. Wow..30. Next is 40. Aren't I suppose to feel all adult an matured by now? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-10062136245309556172013-08-22T08:32:00.001+08:002013-08-22T08:32:40.927+08:00How I wore the hijab.It took me a while for me to don the hijab. For me it was more than simply covering my hair. It was more about me being easily identified as a muslim and I felt, that was a huge responsibility to carry. Any mistakes that I would make would be associated with my beloved religion and I was scared of that fact because I am far from perfect.<br />
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But I prayed for strength and guidance and it came when one day I attended a motivation camp and the religious teacher said something that guided me to my decision. He said the hijab will make you a better muslim because everytime you wear it, you are reminded that you are a muslim and you should do what a muslim does. We are humans and we easily forget. With the hijab.. We remember. So i am far for perfect and I will still make mistakes because I am human. But with the hijab..I will remember that I am a muslim and I have a responsibility to my religion. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-78538799872582559562013-08-20T08:26:00.001+08:002013-08-20T08:26:49.430+08:00Morning tantrums.I do not like the days when both kids decides to throw a tantrum in the morning. NOT a good start to the day. <br />
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Today is one of those days... <br />
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In the LRT and feeling angry. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-82238305088566308152013-05-15T08:46:00.001+08:002013-05-15T08:46:17.647+08:00Morning fun..... NOT!!'Kids decided to wake up at 3am this morning and have some fun. <br />
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Not fun for me of course. Thought if i pretended to sleep they would go back to sleep. Didnt happen. Instead one kept on kicking me and the other laughs uncontrollably everytime he does it. Should have just woke up an studied. Instead of struggling with them to make them go back to sleep. But azalia has her first test so she should be sleeping or else she would be cranky and wont want to go to school. So i warned her if she wake up crying i'm having none of it. <br />
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She woke up happy alhamdulillah. <br />
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But she also woke up with a nosebleed. Lost count how many nosebleeds she's had. <br />
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I need to stop worrying. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-18956037538191229542013-05-14T17:44:00.001+08:002013-05-14T17:44:32.448+08:00It's been awhile. <br />
Wow it's been awhile since I've written anything here.<br />
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I did write.<br />
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But somehow I can't finish what I've started.<br />
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My mind seems to go on and on and on lately and its tiring. Physically and mentally.<br />
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A lot has been happening. Although if you ask me to jot them down, it doesn't really seem that many. But somehow I find myself getting busy during the day and by night time I'm flat.<br />
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That reminds me.. I have been rather lethargic lately. I think its all the binging I've been doing. Yes.. to control my outbursts I've been eating... a lot. Somehow when I'm angry, I get hungry and when I'm hungry I'm angry... it's a vicious cycle.. hence food is where I find my comfort.<br />
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Yup... this resulted in me putting on weight and I can feel my thighs brushing against each other.. a sign that I've put on that extra weight. Ahhh the 'joy' of being a pear shaped individual.<br />
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Ok.. see.. I'm rambling again.<br />
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Kids have been on and off fever and diarhea. One week is the most we've had with two healthy kids, and then the cycle starts again.First its Azalia, then its Arfan etc. Azalia has been missing school... a lot..mainly due to her asthma. I've got to get that under control before she enters primary school. Arfan was even admitted to the hospital for a whole week due to bronchitis. It was a scary ordeal because his oxygen level dropped suddenly and he was very weak. He had tubes up his nose, in his hands...and it was just heart breaking. He wasn't even smiling at me at all. He just stared at me like he doesn't love me (ok drama queen mode was on at the time) and slept... he slept the whole 2 days. And barely had food or milk. But the moment he got his energy back he was my happy smiley baby again and it was a HUGE relief.<br />
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Arfan is 1 last March and is developing his own character. He is one funny boy. And patient. My boy is patient. Alhamdulillah. Although when it comes to milk and food he can get very angry. Guess he got that from me? Haha.<br />
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Azalia on the other hand has been a challenge. I pray everyday now that I have the patience to be her mother and also that she becomes an excellent muslimah. Most of the time she's great. She would help me out, cheer me up, but there are times when she gives me a hard time. She's also been spending too much time on the Ipad. But I know I can easily get her off it if I just do some activities with her.. but again.. I can't seem to find the time.<br />
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Exam is around the corner and I'm barely studying. For real. I don't know how I'm going to pass. All I know is I have to because I can't spend more time doing this. I really can't. The kids need me. Heck, their father needs me. And why am I doing this again? Oh ya.. because I want to and I want to finish it. Its my thing.<br />
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So... I suppose I'll stop here for now. Till I don't know when.<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-39567247159484915132013-02-07T18:51:00.001+08:002013-02-07T18:51:09.577+08:00Planning, organising and sticking to a routine.So one way of dealing with the mess that I'm facing each day is to plan, organise and establishing a routine. But it only works if people actually follow my plan and organisation. <br />
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The thing is, you can't make an adult follow your habits because they have their own. Kids on the other hand can be moulded any way you want as long as you have lots and lots of patience.<br />
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So i gave up in making the husband follow my way because he has his own way and it works for him so fine. Better give up then feeling all stressed up about it. <br />
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Back to the planning and organising. It works most days but on days when everything goes haywire there's no more sticking to d plan and your routine goes out the window and it takes awhile for you to get back into it <br />
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Sigh. <br />
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But lets just focus on how it could work. Most days. <br />
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So the plan. <br />
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Get up before the baby's up which is 5am. Clean, pump, do whatever it is that I have to that I can't do if he's awake. <br />
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Pack nursery stuff and school stuff preferable the night before. If not possible, do it first thing in the morning. <br />
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Iron everyone's clothes on weekend. Uniforms, work shirts, baju kurungs, etc. <br />
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Do laundry early saturday morning so that it will dry and can fold either the day itself or Sunday. Somedays I'm lucky that mom does it. So a big hug there. <br />
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Get a rice cooker with Porridge function. Easier because due to Arfan's intolerance towards cow's milk I prefer sending home cooked meals to his nursery. Plus haven't had such luck with slow cooker. <br />
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Try getting everyone to sit down TOGETHER during the dinner time. Saves time. <br />
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TBC<br />
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P.s: no one suggest getting a maid to me pls because that is not an option and will not be an option anytime soon. Plus that comes with a whole set of other problems if I'm unlucky so no thanks. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-44629718321076121732013-02-07T09:00:00.001+08:002013-02-07T09:00:20.041+08:00My thoughtsNowadays the only alone time i have with my thoughts are in the lrt, on my way to and from work. <br />
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Most days, I'd list down my to do list for the day, reflect on what i should or shouldn't have done and or just take a huge breather and blank because sometimes one needs a blank to recollect themselves. <br />
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Yes. Life with two kids is a whole lot of chaos. I start running around early in the morning and only get some rest when they are asleep. I'm lucky if they are asleep at the same time and I didnt fall asleep with them so that I can actually do some chores around the house which I have been neglecting nowadays. <br />
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Most days I feel calmer at work than at home. You see, at work, your boss gives you something to do, leave you alone to do it. At home you are constantly interrupted to complete whatever it is that you're supposed to do and have to be constantly vigilant with what they are up to. Its like trying to be a hawk and an ant at the sametime ( get it, hawk=vigilant, ant=busy... Ok i should work on that)<br />
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Don't get me wrong, I love, Super love spending time with my kids, but most times i find myself not doing that at home, there's the bottles and plates to be washed, laundry to be done, toys to be cleared, ironing, getting ready for school and nursery stuff, etc. And I'm left with little amount of time, especially on a weekday, to just really be with them. <br />
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Somedays i let everything go and just do whatever it is they want to do for the day, and forget about all the chores. But I feel judged for letting my family live in a mess. For not keeping whatever space that i have in the house in order. <br />
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So what is it that i want<br />
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I want to be able to hear every little thing my little chatterbox have to say about her day, herself, without me thinking there's some mess i have to clean up.<br />
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I want to be able to play with my baby before he grows up to be a toddler.<br />
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I want to sit down together with my kids without any electronic devises and have a good meal. Everyday. <br />
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I want the house cleaned, laundry done, utensils washed and cook and bake. <br />
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This is what i want, and i'm working towards getting it. <br />
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All the best to me. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-28027268527612517462013-01-21T06:46:00.000+08:002013-01-21T06:46:01.675+08:00Everything's fine and dandyRead my last post and I thought people who read it must have think I've gone mad.. haha. <div>
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I haven't.... yet. </div>
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It was just something I needed at the time. To rant... so that I won't go all crazy on the people closest to me because lets face it... some of us do need to let it all out there once in a awhile. </div>
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Anywaaayyyy... things have been fine or rather normal ever since then. I was right... it was the hormones. </div>
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After the first few days of my menses, I felt better again. Also it helped that I had a few outings with good friends doing things without the kids a.k.a some 'me' time. This wouldn't be possible without an understanding husband who's willing to watch the kids while I'm away. He even succeeded in bringing the two to a wedding while I celebrated a friend's birthday and watched the awesomest movie of the year. So I came back to a hungry but well rested baby and a sugar high child, but who cares. They were alive and kicking and they had a great time with their father. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-20124681695251425952013-01-05T17:03:00.002+08:002013-01-05T17:03:32.270+08:00Swamped.... to the point of not wanting to do anything. Have you ever had this feeling of having so many things to do to the point of you don't feel like doing anything because WHERE DO I START????<br />
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I've been feeling this way since.. a few months back.<br />
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And today, I look around me and I see mess. A WHOLE LOT OF MESS. We've been living in a mess because I can't seem to clean it all up. And even I did, it only takes less than an hour for the kids (and their father) to make a mess again.<br />
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And I'm just not bothered anymore because apparently I'm the only bothered about it so FINE... I'm leaving it as it is.<br />
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And then there's the whole being a mother, wife and an employee thing. It doesn't stop. IT DOESN'T.<br />
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That is why I think people who says they can do it all are actually doing it all WITH A LOT OF HELP!!! or at least DECENT HELP.<br />
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And by help I mean HELP AT HOME.<br />
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Because seriously if you have to think about the kids all the time you can't be focusing on your work that much are you.<br />
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So let's be honest and just say you got help and not say I'm doing it all ON MY OWN. Because paying someone to do something that you're supposed to do IS NOT DOING IT ON MY OWN. Yes you pay people from your own pocket but YOU'RE NOT DOING IT ON YOUR OWN.<br />
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I'm not aiming at anyone in particular.. seriously I'm not. I don't even have a name in my head to aim this to because I'm just telling myself this because.. I realise that I can't do this on my own. Not without help. Because how am I suppose to leave the kids if no one is there to cook for them. How am I suppose to leave the kids if their logistics are not sorted. How am I supposed to leave the kids if no one is around to TAKE CARE OF THEM.<br />
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So yeah.. I need help. And right now I have my parents and my husband but only during weekdays because most weekends I'm on my own. Husband's around but NOT every weekend.<br />
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Ok I'm complaining and apparently you can't complain because YOU'RE A MOTHER but I don't care because its my first day of my menses and I'm going to blame whatever it is that I'm feeling today on my hormones.. That's right. I'm a woman and I GOT HORMONES that I can blame everything to. DAMN YOU FREAKING HORMONES.<br />
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sigh.<br />
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The end. Now where's that panadol. Stupid cramps.<br />
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p.s: the baby is safe with his father far away from his mommy who's not at the right frame of mind.<br />
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And I got a bunch of files I brought home from work which I have to get to because its due Monday but I DON'T WANT TO DO!! and my 5 year old daughter is complaining that I don't spend enough time with her.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-23832140180542648562013-01-02T09:35:00.001+08:002013-01-02T09:35:23.742+08:00Milk allergyWhen Arfan was arnd 6 months and we started experimenting with solids, we discovered that he was allergic to cow's and goat's milk. After one teaspoon of milk, almost immediately his face are covered with rashes and looks swollen. After eliminating everything that contains milk from his diet his eczema improved dramatically and he barely has break outs. <br />
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Although he's still mainly on EBMs but my supply can no longer cope with his demand and his frozen stocks are finished too so we supplemented with soymilk. And then there's also the issue of feeding him solids. I've completely stopped giving him store bought cereals because even the ones with no milk have traces of milk so can't give him that. I've been making him porridge twice a week and freeze them and send it to his nursery on a daily basis. This works out well since I don't have to prepare his food on a daily basis, its cheap, healthy and he seems to love them. <br />
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However I'm running out of ideas on what to put into his porridge. Maybe i should add pasta to his food intake and see if he likes them. <br />
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Been browsing annabelkarmel's site for ideas since there's not much local baby recipes around. Definitely am more motivated to cook for arfan since he has a good appetite compared to his older sister. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-75628981456236196732012-12-20T18:02:00.001+08:002012-12-20T18:02:41.745+08:0024 hours is NOT ENOUGH in a dayThat is of course if I let go my precious sleep time then I guess it's enough.<br />
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But I'll be the wicked witch from the west if I do that and my kids and husband will hate me because I'll just be bitter and angry all the time.<br />
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Sigh.<br />
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And Arfan is already 9 months old and I didn't realise it.<br />
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My baby's growing up too fast.<br />
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And Azalia's school is starting in more or less a weeks time and I haven't gotten her school stuff yet or enrolled her in the madrasah nearby.<br />
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Did I say I need more time??<br />
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p.s: Japan trip was good. First work trip abroad and though I've enjoyed the experience it has confirmed what I've already known about myself. I.do.not.like.to.travel.for.work.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-49283579362063032852012-11-24T12:16:00.002+08:002012-11-24T12:16:47.710+08:00Leaving on a jet plane. When a father leaves home for a few days for work, he packs his bags, kiss the kids and wife goodbye .. and leaves.<br />
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when a mother leaves home for a few days for work, she<br />
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1. makes sure the kids food are readily available for the next few days,<br />
2. makes sure their logistics are sorted while she's not around<br />
3. makes sure there are clean clothes for the husband and kids<br />
4. prepares detailed instructions on what to do for the husband about the kids<br />
5. packs her bag<br />
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and then leaves.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-36964409014484873522012-11-05T11:12:00.001+08:002012-11-05T11:12:47.072+08:004th QuarterRough 4th quarter of the year. Hence my absence in the blogsphere. Missed my dateline to register for my exams. A blessing in disguise it was. Otherwise I have no idea how I'm going to find the time to study. <br />
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Due to what's been happening in my professional and personal life, I now have a better perspective of what I want to do with my life. What makes me truly happy. <br />
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Now its a matter of setting up goals. A relatively new thing for someone who has always lived her life one day at a time. I have no idea how to start. Sounds easy isn't it. Set a target and pursue it. How come i find it difficult to commit to it. <br />
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But the year has not ended yet. And there are still loads to do. Im hoping that by the year end things would have settled by then. I sooo need a break from work. <br />
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Azalia will turn 6 next year. Just one more year before she enters primary school. I still need more time to be a better mother for her but she's growing up so fast. Time. That's one thing I'm lacking these days. <br />
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Arfan is currently the apple of my eye. My source of joy whenever I'm feeling down. Don't get me wrong I love both of my kids unconditionally but Azalia is at that stage where she's testing my patience everyday where as Arfan simply lights up everytime he sees me and that makes my day every single day. <br />
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Yes. This is what makes me happy. My kids. To see them grow and develop into happy, strong individuals. To love and be loved by them. I pray they become the best muslim and muslimah they can ever be. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-2544063548325463362012-10-05T06:46:00.002+08:002012-10-05T06:46:33.020+08:00Be present... seriously. When you're out with someone, you should really make the effort to be with them . seriously. Just being there physically but at the same time you're checking out facebook or twitter or your mail is just plain rude. You're basically ignoring the person you're with and refusing to make conversation with them. I understand if there's something important you have to attend to but if its only to check on updates come on.... what's the point of hanging out with others if you won't even bother starting a converstaion with them. <div>
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This is particularly important when you're spending time with the kids. </div>
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P.s: this is a reminder to myself too. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-32008954364941980982012-08-30T17:43:00.003+08:002012-08-30T17:43:41.583+08:00A tribute to friendsIn life you need a good set of friends. Those you can count on and you can be yourself and won't judge. Those that will drop everything to rush to your side to make sure you're ok. Those that won't push you if you're not ready, will give you a tissue when you cry and when things are bad they will say "what do you need".<br />
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Yes... you have your family but you still need your friends.<br />
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And I am blessed to have a bunch of them.<br />
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You girls know who you are. Thanks.<br />
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:)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-57348559330313004982012-08-30T06:00:00.002+08:002012-08-30T09:43:19.634+08:00Alia and recyclingAsa is very into recycling. I'm not against it but it really bothers me when he hordes the stuff he wants to recycle in the room until it turns into a mountain of rubbish. Like seriously. Pack it and recycle it already.<br />
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Anyway, Asa wanted to instil this habit on Alia so he kept telling her to recycle things instead of telling her to throw things. And now...whenever I say she's not getting any new toys because she has so many already, she happily, without much thought goes to her toy boxes, and say "I want to recycle my toys" and proceed to the recycle bin.<br />
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Alamak.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-1219779867981151982012-08-29T15:24:00.003+08:002012-08-29T15:24:37.540+08:00I want a dollar store... eh a RM1 store<br />
Malaysia should have a RM1 store. But that will never happen because you can't buy anything with RM1. Although sometimes they do have a RM1 stall in front of Giant in KJ.<br />
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But still. They don't have the knicks knacks I'd like to find to do some DIY for the kids or anything that's mentioned in DIY blogs.<br />
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Of course we have Daiso - the RM5 shop. But still..RM1 would be nicer.<br />
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Urgh why is our ringgit so weak.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-5538767323207171712012-08-29T11:10:00.003+08:002012-08-29T11:10:30.240+08:00Alia and instructions<br />
Was watching Azalia playing a game on the Ipad and diligently following the instruction.<br />
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Me: Alia, why when the game gives you an instruction you follow, but when I give you an instruction you don't<br />
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Alia: (smiling cheekily) Because game is more important.<br />
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ERKKKK..<br />
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Nampak sangat sengaja ignore mak dia.<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-12303599838810675802012-08-29T10:03:00.002+08:002012-08-29T10:03:42.057+08:00Tips to bringing an active toddler and a baby to Universal Studio Singapore. <br />
1. Bring a backpack to keep everyone's stuff in so that your hands are free to carry the baby whenever he's fussy<br />
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2. Bring 2 strollers. Yes, your 5 year old can walk and run but if you're spending the whole day there, chances are, she/he will be tired at the end of the day and will want a place to crash. If you don't mind a cranky toddler there's no need to bring one. USS does provide a stroller but it's not as comfy.<br />
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3. Baby wearing not recommended. Because you will want to take turns to go on rides and its just a hassle to take turns baby wearing. So keep the baby in the stroller. Plus you'll be on your feet most of the time and the weight can take its toll on your shoulders.<br />
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4. A mini fan for the stroller with new batteries. We got two fans because the toddler wants one and it kept her occupied on a really hot day. The mini fan kept the baby comfy in the stroller and he slept according to his usual schedule.<br />
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5. Comfortable slippers. Yes. Slippers. For everyone.<br />
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6. Bring water bottle. Drinks are not cheap but there're water dispensers outside of every restroom.<br />
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7. Ask about child swaps. Basically tell them you need to take turns taking care of the kids so they will give you a fast pass so you don't have to queue up again after your partner has been on the ride. We did this with the transformer ride because if I had to queue up again it would have been an extra 50 minutes.<br />
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8. Come before 10am, queue up at the entrance, and the moment you enter race to the transformer ride first to avoid long queues because this is the IT ride.<br />
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9. Bring ponchos. Because it can rain any time. And if you don't have a rain cover for the stroller, the poncho will do just fine.<br />
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Overall we had a blast at Universal Studio Singapore. Azalia's most memorable moment is when she walked out of the transformer's ride and proudly told me<br />
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"Mak, the blue and red robot said I was very brave Mak. I was very brave. "<br />
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Alolololololo.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-73716933028354910432012-08-23T10:08:00.003+08:002012-08-23T10:08:59.682+08:00Motherhood<br />
Being a mother changes you. It turns your life upside down. You're basically responsible for another person's life. Another human being is solely dependant on you. Well at least for the first few years of their life.<br />
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My children brings me immense joy and agony. They bring the best and the worst out of me but I love them. God.. how much I love them.<br />
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"You think that true love is the only thing that can crush your heart....The thing that will take your life<br />
and light it up...Or destroy it.Then you become a mother."<br />
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Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-2210808832385329472012-08-17T09:16:00.005+08:002012-08-17T09:16:46.256+08:00SiblingsAzalia has been asking for a sibling ever since she knew what a sibling was. Hence when Arfan was born, she dotes on him almost immediately and want him to be by her side every second of the day.<br />
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Now that Arfan is 5 months old, he has become more aware of his surroundings and you can see he looks forward to playing with his sister as well. Whenever Azalia would come into the room, his eyes would follow her, he laughs when she laughs and enjoys being tickled and playing peek a boo with her. sometimes when i carry him he would lean towards Azalia as if asking for her to carry him much to Azalia's delight. Of course since he now weighs half of her (yes my daughter is skinny..) she can't possibly carry him but sometimes i would let her hold him in the carrying position while i assist and you could see both siblings loved it.<br />
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Azalia loves him so much that she cried the first time Arfan was shaved bald. She didn't want anyone laughing at her brother and call him 'botak'. Apparently only she has the right to tease and make him cry. Azalia would also roll to his side of the bed every morning, sometimes putting her arms around him. Watching this every morning certainly melts my heart.<br />
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Azalia is also very attentive whenever Arfan cries. She would take it upon herself to try and cheer him up. At first it was just calling out his name and say shh shh shh. Now she would clap the twinkle2 song and Arfan would stop crying and just stare at her.However Azalia can also be quite rough with him. She would come out with all sorts of ways to play with him. From the harmless tickling his tummy, to the heart-stopping jumping on the bed with him lying down between her legs. Yes the latter is so so terrifying that I screamed when I saw her doing it. Arfan on the other hand seems like he can take anything she throws at him. He seldom cries despite how rough she is but instead rewards her behaviour with a hearty giggle. So of course I look like the bad guy for scolding at them when they are having so much fun.<br />
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Regardless... I love watching them play. You could see Arfan happily observing Azalia when she's around. He looks more calm when his sister is around. I foresee both of them to be best of friends. Sibling rivalry is of course unavoidable but maybe because of their 5 year difference, Azalia would be be the sort of sister who would always always have her brother's back.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-33307491963594415252012-08-15T06:19:00.004+08:002012-08-15T06:19:49.853+08:00Food for the brainFor future reference<br />
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<a href="http://darwishndarwisya.blogspot.com/2010/02/berkongsi-resepi-makanan-untuk-minda_22.html">http://darwishndarwisya.blogspot.com/2010/02/berkongsi-resepi-makanan-untuk-minda_22.html</a>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-21781073420013718392012-08-13T10:06:00.003+08:002012-08-13T10:26:52.572+08:00A repost: Why marriage<br />
7 years next week :)<br />
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Why Marriage? Mari Nichols-Haining<br />
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Because to the depths of me, I long to love one person,<br />
With all my heart, my soul, my mind, my body...<br />
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Because I need a forever friend to trust with the intimacies of me,<br />
Who won't hold them against me,<br />
Who loves me when I'm unlikable,<br />
Who sees the small child in me, and<br />
Who looks for the divine potential of me...<br />
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Because I need to cuddle in the warmth of the night<br />
With someone who thanks God for me,<br />
With someone I feel blessed to hold...<br />
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Because marriage means opportunity<br />
To grow in love in friendship...<br />
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Because marriage is a discipline<br />
To be added to a list of achievements...<br />
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Because marriages do not fail, people fail<br />
When they enter into marriage<br />
Expecting another to make them whole...<br />
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Because, knowing this,<br />
I promise myself to take full responsibility<br />
For my spiritual, mental and physical wholeness<br />
I create me, I take half of the responsibility for my marriage<br />
Together we create our marriage...<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6637234516477131352.post-45717790328850235652012-08-09T05:50:00.001+08:002012-08-09T05:50:16.390+08:00Works everytimeHope I'm not jinxing this by blogging about it but Arfan would fall back to sleep everytime after playing with his little caterpillar friend.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0