Ramadan... :)

It has been more than a month since i last blog. It's Ramadan now. Ninth month of the Islamic calendar. We started fasting on the 11th and it has been a good week so far. i bought those nice almond dates and shared with my muslim friends. one of my close colleague, a non-muslim, is fasting with me. she has been doing this for the past 3-4 years eversince i joined the company and we became lunch buddies. i think it's great. i gave her some dates as well cos i know she would appreciate them, which of course, caused some jealous stares fr some other colleagues. so i shared whatever packs of dates i've left with, with them.

first day of ramadan, Sayang had taken the day off and cooked pasta, ala jawa... yyum my fav. a home cooked meal on the first day of iftar! yippee. it was delish! thanks baby.

trying not to eat too much this days as i have been putting on weight even with the yoga that i've been practising. haiz... so we try to pile on the fruits and veg as much as we can. alhamdulillah for all the food that we have. blessed are we.

alhamdulillah... the weather has been cool. it has been a challenging week but a wonderful one as well. how was yr first week of ramadan?

Rules for my unborn son (kid)

Rules for my unborn son. i love this site! another "why didn't i think of this" moment when i stumbled upon this site ages ago! it's great not just for my future kids, but also for myself, i supposed. the rules that the author, Walker Lamond, came out with are almost similar to what i would/have/did practice in life yet i've never breathe them out loud... just something i think abt conscious or unconsciously... and he has set them in stone. it's a good read... just tot i share :)

Organised Chaos

I have such a chaotic house. filled with clutter everywhere yet i would like to think they're chaotic in an organised way. organised chaos.... i wonder if my life is the same? (that would be another story) anywho, i found this blog, Lapsus Humanus via apartment therapy on organising her cutlery drawers. i like how innovative she is. It was a "why didn't i think of that" moment. she used affordable wood strips/ leftovers and stuck them down to her drawer liner. Full story on her site. Kudos to her for figuring it out and sharing with Mis DizOrganised, yours truly :)

Oh don't forget to read about her profile. I like this bit - I enjoy cooking, eating, growing stuff, observing those around me and writing about it - sometimes, I even enjoy my husband.

i'm loving it

I had a haircut and highlight yesterday. And i'm loving it! Prior to this, my highlights were blonde streak. It has been almost more than 8 years since i had my hair coloured. The blonde streaks were done cos my regular hairdresser needed a guinea pig to test his skills on. :-) It grew on me after a while. But i did think of doing something different like RED or FUSCHIA or Purple.

So pop down to the hairdresser and i suggested the colours from a peacock feather. A tinge of blue a sprinkle of green. And voila! It came out pretty nice actually. Subtle but nice. Even love my haircut. Dyllis did my hair. Jerome did the colours. My regular hairdresser, Jeffrey, was on MC. Will post some pictures up soon! :)

Hair salon: Zona Felice

it's a lil quiet here now

Remember Super R? Well, she's moved to her new room on the 20th tat day, in a new apartment, new housemates, new place. new beginning. new chapter. blah blah blah...

her sister, Lil Iman was here and was 'couch' crashing for a week. not exactly crashing on the couch. i'm not that evil. she slept in the same room with Super R. i have this triangle futon thingy that i bought from bangkok ages ago and Super R slept on that. but the two of them are so tiny, they could have shared the super single bed. well i wouldn't know...

anyway, you should have seeen the 3 of us lugging Arlia's luggage and stuff into the lift and then to grab a cab on the street. for a wee girl she sure had alot of baggage (LOL!) i mean luggages. i had like 4 plastic bags, 2 small suitcases and a big trolley bag. iman had her haversack, 3 plastic bags, a small trolley bag and Pedro (or was it Pablo?). Super R had a couple of paperbags, haversack, laptop bag and watever else. and we almost caused a traffic jam while getting into the cab!

It has been a lil quiet around here now. nobody smaller than me to pin down during our impromptu wrestling matches. nobody to make AFC ~ Arlia's Fried Chicken. nobody to have coke (the legal kind) with @ 10pm. not much conversations about good looking korean hunks either.

when Super R and Iman were here, we had home cooked dinner. shopping. eating sour lollies. going crazy. doing all the girly stuffs. it was fun having them around. some laughter and noise to fill the air.

anyway, Super R, if you're reading this, you're welcome anytime. hugs and kisses!

it's the new year... again

feeling blessed, alhamdulillah, to be able to celebrate a new year, to live another year with the people you love and who love you. the true matter of fact is that the new year for muslims was on the 18th of december, muharram. so in all actuality, i celebrated new year 13 days earlier than the gregorian calendar (is that right?) so how does that matter? well, it doesn't. just tot i shared.

feeling thankful and blessed. feeling homesick. the new year has brought along strings of emotions, my love for my parents. the awesome sweet memories that i had as a child. the love and affection that they've showered over me. i'm thankful for all that they've provided. and i hope tat my little bits of actions are recognised as signs of gratitude. i love my mom and dad. and i don't say that enough to them. I HEART MOM & DAD.

my dad is not a big fan of displaying affection. my mom, well, yess she do does display, much more than my dad. sometimes when we go out for dinner, and i see my mom holding hands with my dad ~ tat is just sweeet! and i hoped for that when i'm old and wrinkled.

love.... tis the year for love

i never read. i just look at pictures.

- Andy Warhol

i saw this quote on a pencil on NOTCOT from Moderna Museet today. Sums me up most of the days, no? These are such inspiring pencils. i also like the quote from Salvador Dali - have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it. it sounds oh-so-negative but yet so inspiring. i dunno. just feel inspired after. More pictures here.

Super R

it's funny how you meet someone and suddenly you kind of click. i guess in tis case it has alot to do with the other person – Super R and maybe a dash of me. after all it takes 2 hands to clap and 2 bodies to tango. =.*

Super R is this young (only 24 i tell you! but sometimes berbual macam kakcik-kakcik! hehe jangan mare Super R) bubbly lil thing that has so much energy tat they rub off onto you! she sings. she talks. she tells a lot of stories. she moved here from our KL office on an exchange programme for a year. we work in a retail branding agency. she's a 3D whilst i'm a 2D. No! No! has got nothin to do with bra cup/size in case you're speculating. hehehe. she does the 3 dimensional stuff. i do the 2 dimensional stuff.

she's a storyteller. and each next story is as interesting as the previous one. a photographer. a singer. a drama mama. tomyam fan. a milo freak. and a coke addict (of the legal kind =.P).

oh! and she loves purple. purple purply plum.

Super R is currently a tenant in my apartment. she's renting the small room till her room is available in dec. so imagine 2 girls giggling over the stupidest of things while ghooseman watches over his laptop, thinking what had he gotten himself into! tune in for more stories on Super R.

salam

boy oh boy...
can you believe it! it has almost been a year since i last had an entry. gosh! how time flies! eyes wide shut eyes wide open (kejam celik kejam celik) it is almost 2010. seriously! how time flies!

it has been quite an eventful year. good things and bad things. the good we are thankful for... syukur alhamdulillah. and the bad we shall learn from.

today we celebrated the birth of Muhammad Aqil... son to Maria and Tahir and the lil brother to Abang Afzal. standing at the height of 480mm and weighing 291 grams, he's such a beauty! i mean, isn't all babies are!? fair smooth skin. (can easily make BIG mony modelling for johnsons & johnsons) tiny nose. small fingers. and pinky toes. beooootiful. mom and bub are well alhamdulillah. though i had a lil scare when i heard tht the doc did an emergency C-section cos lil Aqil decided to move his head to the right (instead of centre towards the light at the end of that tunnel). i am so lucky to have so many kids! to date i'm the proud aunt of 3 nieces and 4 nephews (and one more babu on the way! shhh! u didn't hear it from me.)

And how many kids of my own do i have?
none actually! zilch! nana! geeloow!! anak tekak adalah.
why? i guess God has other plans for me now and the rezki (to have kids) has yet to fall on my lap. i can only plan. only God can make it happen. until that happens... i'm enjoying life carpe diem (i'm not complaining) – the freedom to travel, doing the things i love to do, sleeping late and waking up later. Am i ready to have kids? yup. mentally. emotionally ever ready. even if it means waking up more during the nite, sleeping lesser. sleepness nites. travelling lesser. hair, pun lesser.

until then let's make a toast to life... so if you are reading this and the next time you bump into me on the street, please don't ask me: "when are you gonna have kids?" "how many kids dah?" cos i don't know. seriously don't know. unless you are BFF with God, maybe you can ask God to make it happen for me and tat will save you the trouble of asking me again the next time you see me. =.)

Love - Part Duo

Before you ask God for what you want,
first thank God for what you have.