Guess what.

I had never posted this in any of my social media accounts, and whenever I am tempted to share, I held back wondering if I should make this public (padahal all my accounts are not public pun, LOL).

Today I decided to go with it, because I owe this to myself for memories keepsake.

So, bismillah…

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Teacher’s Day Gift

A few days ago, I was in the bus on the way home from work and I sat facing these two sisters (with their mum seated nearby). They attend the same primary school and of course at different levels.

They were having a conversation about what to buy for their teachers for Teachers’ Day and what first struck me to listen eavesdrop was their impressive American English accent. It didn’t sound made up since there wasn’t even a tinge of Malay accent (yes, they are Malay girls) and the whole conversation was so fluent. And entertaining too.

Anyway, their conversation went like this.

Sis 1: So what are you getting for Teachers’ Day?
Sis 2: I think I’m getting an iPhone case for Ms. XXX.
Sis 1: What model is she using?
Sis 2: I saw her using iPhone 6, so it must be iPhone 6.
Sis 1: The old or newer model?
Sis 2: Hmmm…
Sis 1: How’s the size? 
Sis 2: It’s like Aunt AAA’s.
Sis 1: Oh then it must be the newer model.

(I am not even aware that iPhone 6 has 2 versions. Hahaha.)

Sis 1: I think I’m getting a Stephen King book for Mr. YYY. He would like it.

(Eh eh, lain macam je girl.)

Sis 2: I know what to get for Ms. ZZZ! Rubber bands!

(Say what?)

Sis 1: Yes! You should! She always has a row of rubber bands around her arm. I can so imagine her saying this, “And the best teacher’s day gift goes to xxxx (Sis 2)”
Sis 2: Yeah! That’s why I thought of rubber bands! She’ll definitely appreciate them!

So teachers, if you feel your students are not paying attention in class, think again.

Salam Ramadhan!

Ramadan is only days away, yet even those days are not guaranteed. We shouldn’t solely depend on Ramadan to change our habits. Let’s switch on #RamadanMode today.:

Ahhh I miss writing.

First of all, Salam Ramadhan to my Muslim brothers, sisters, aunties, uncles, family, friends, dan sewaktu dengannya. Today we will be reaching one week into Ramadhan (in shaa Allah), and I hope the past 7 days have been nothing but beneficial for us all.

Second of all, I don’t plan to bother explaining why I have not been posting here for sometime (because, what’s new kan! hahaha), so I shall just jump in with one post after another. #nocommitment

Recently, Allah has given D and I yet another set of roller coaster event in our lives, where D was involved in a road accident on the eve of Vesak Day. The accident was not serious (and I don’t plan to go into details), but it resulted in a fractured left hand which needed surgery. Now with a metal plate installed into his hand to correct the fractured bone, I now have a part-Logan for a husband.

Surprisingly, I was not as cool as the time D had to undergo an emergency surgery to remove his appendix. I was more kan-cheong this time. So many things were worrying me, although our families were providing any support they could (mostly emotional support and prayers). It also helped that D was staying at Raffles Hospital – very atas sia. Macam hotel. Kalo korang takde strict budget, can try Raffles Hospital. LOL.

D is recovering very well as I am typing this now, and alhamdulillah things have been going rather uphill since the accident.

Also, we have a new member in the family by the name of Miss Siti Humaira Binte Muhammad Farhan! My pretty niece was born on 13 May 2017, and we couldn’t help reminisce the good old days with Falahuddin when he was just born. She has been one cool chick and so chill, that you’d be jealous.

I cannot wait to watch Humaira grow up and see how her character will be.

May Allah always keep us under His protection & love. Ameen.

Till the next post (whenever)!

With difficulty, there is ease.

Assalamualaikum everyone,

Something happened to D and I on 14 Feb, which gave me the chance to experience a reality of being married and living on our own.

I am not going into details on that day, but basically D was admitted to the hospital at the stroke of midnight for acute appendicitis. Google instantly became our library reference and we learned that he had no choice but to undergo surgery.

This was something terrifyingly new for the both of us. There we were at the Admission Area waiting for the staff to brief us on the administrative and admission stuffs, and D was seated in his wheelchair with terror in his eyes…

… and I decided to switch roles with D. Taking a deep breathe, I squeezed in a quick request to God to give me the strength and let me accept what is happening at the moment, then I said, “I am mentally prepared to cancel the Malacca trip, but let’s hear it from the doctor first.”

I was prepared to burn the non-refundable deposit to the hotel and be a no-show for our bus coaches on the travelling dates. I did not want to panic, I did not want to start sulking for having to cancel the trip, I did not want to be mad for feeling very tired. I had to be there and keep telling D that he will be okay. I had to go home by myself at 4am and gather his things at home and go back to the hospital in the morning.

2 days later we were back at our place, with advice from the doctor that we should not go ahead with the trip. D can walk, but cannot lift heavy stuffs during this recovery period. So like how most women’s brain works (hahah!), mine automatically started listing the things to do:
1) Contact hotel
2) Contact bus company
3) Scan medical documents just in case

Okay la, so it’s not that many things, but each item did take some time to settle. With each party’s understanding, alhamdulillah we were able to postpone our trip so we didn’t have to burn any non-refundable deposit, and the bus company was able to switch our bus tickets into Open Tickets.

And that is how and why, we are still in Singapore today. Haaaaah.

Despite that, we were not that bummed out. During this period, I am very happy to report that D has converted into a K-Drama fan watching K Dramas every day, and now speaking better Korean language (though it is still rubbish that we shall not go there for holiday).

He was also almost convinced that he should quit his job and become a house-husband because we felt that he does household chores better than me. Hey, I am not even complaining! But of course cannot la, rumah belum abis bayar liao.

After this episode, I realized that I am stronger than I thought I was. Initially I thought I was going to cry at the Admission area and wanting to request the doctors to allow me to be in operating room (so mengada ngada I know) and get a temporary maid to help me with chores, but Allah eased and breezed me through all this.

This proves that, a little prayer makes a huge difference.

Let’s Go!!!

Assalamualaikum everyone…

Following my last post, we FINALLY decided. To go for a vacation!

Not to Krabi, but just hopping over to Malacca!!!!!

Malacca, Malaysia:

Foods to eat:
Subway (a MUST when a Singaporean Muslim goes to Malaysia, lol)
Coconut shake
Durian Chendol
Satay Celup
Chicken Riceballs
Halal Peranakan meals (my colleague raves abt Peranakan food there, but has no idea if they are halal)

Things to do/places to visit:
Visit Melaka Zoo (D wanted this 5 years ago)
Malacca Straits Mosque
Melaka River Cruise
Jonker Night Market
Menara Taming Sari
Ride a trishaw

From the lists above, confirm balik lagi bulat seh.

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