There are a lot of first-time experience for me this year. Another one to add to the list would be; First time being admitted to a hospital. Hehehe.. here's the story..
Tried to self-medicate myself by taking Lemsip Lemon for flu & fever. Unfortunately, my cough & flu continued to wreak havoc in my system, so I visited another clinic near my workplace. The doctor there prescribed me with flu tablets, cough syrups (I requested for a non-drowsy one) and lozenges for my throat.
That night, we had a meeting with a potential client and I really really do not wish to re-schedule this meeting anymore coz it'll made us looked like some unprofessional hobos, so I took the medication given religiously. Apparently, I wasn't prepared for another attack. When we were at my client's house, my tummy started to sound & feel like ermm.. a war was going on in there. I panicked and my brain started to go through all the crap that I've eaten for the past 12 hours. I nudged my hubby and mouthed the word, 'Stomach problem' to him and pointed to my tummy because I don't want the whole world. Very embarrassing lah dey~
Sigh~
I excused myself and dived into the bathroom.
Twice.
When the feeling came again for the third time, I quickly nudged hubby again to quickly wrap the discussion so that we can go home, in an afford to save my waterface. Hahaha.. Apparently, the client had other things on her mind and she still wanted to continue. She went on and on and on and on and on and on and on..
Have you ever had moments when time was moving ever so slowly? When time just crawls to a stop? That was how I felt. I could see the cracks on the ceiling, tiny little ants, hear the second-hand on the clock ticking, hear my heart beating, see the dust on monitor.. I hear everything else, except for the sound of my client's voice. I was on nodding-and-smiling-politely-regardless-of-what-was-said-or-done mode.
And then.. fever started to kick in and I was beginning to feel cold.
When we finally reached the carpark in Ubi, I jumped out of the car before hubby can even park it, ran to the lift, pound on the buttons of the lift, tap my feet continuously while the lift moved, ran all the way to the door, fumbled around with the keys, gritted my teeth in frustration as the keys dropped to the floor, almost laughed out loud when the door finally opened, threw my bags to the floor and skipped to the loo my darling~.. Heh..
Before going to sleep that night, I ate another medicine for diarrhoea, hoping that my sleep won't get disrupted by going to the toilet for a few more times.
Hah~! I was dead wrong.
At 3am, I was rudely woken up by a sharp pain on my upper stomach area. It was excruciating! I thought that the pain was a temporary one, but I was wrong. Hubby got me ready to go to Tan Tock Seng Hospital. I was delirious and asked Hubby for forgiveness in case I am going to die, while he looked at me like I am mad. Hahahah..
We reached the hospital at around 3.30am. The person there asked me if I can point out the scale of the pain that I am having, between 1 - 10. I almost said 20, but knowing that they usually have no sense of humour (like airport staff lah), stopped myself and said between 7-8 instead. Bleah~ Ya lah.. What if he quickly paged for his top surgeon and wheeled me into the operating room? Then they will open me up and see what was the thing that can cause such unspeakable horror in me. Heehee..
At last, when I finally get to see the doctor (which was pretty fast. They gave priority to me first, I think because they can see the agony in my eyes), he asked me if this is the same pain as period cramp because coincidently, yesterday was also the 1st day of my menses (Yeah, I know.. Tripple whammy!!!!). I said no, the pain is unlike the kind that I've ever had. I have never experienced such pain in that region before. After he injected painkiller into me, I felt light-headed and can feel the pain slowly disappear but it was replaced by a tight pulling sensation. My breathing was back to normal and I was wheeled to the observation room.
At 6++am, the pain returned with a vengeance. It striked me with double the force and Hubby had to run to a staff nurse for help while I writhed in agony on the bed. The doctor came again with the magic syringe, and a few minutes later I floated into the air once more, seeing rainbows and unicorns. Fortunately, the drama ends there and I was discharged an hour later. Was given a huge dosage of painkiller (tablet form), just in case.
Well, that was my horrendous experience. Surprise surprise, I am back in the office this morning. Tummy still feeling queasy. Apa nak buat.. dah nasib badan..
I don't know what is wrong with the people in the office. I was on MC because I was unwell. Or would they prefer me to go to work, feeling crappy? Spread my virus around? I think Jolly has caught it also because she's on MC today with the same problem I had previously. Hahaha..
Ok lah. I got to get back to work now. Tonnes of things to do.
:'(
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Sick~
I've been feeling a tad under the weather lately.. Boo hoo~
It all started with my throat being infected, which then unleash a series of other health problems onto me. Fever (on and off), incessant coughing (annoying too!!), migraine (arrghhhhhhhhh~) and now.. the grand finale (hopefully) --> Flu.
Ta da~~
All in a space of less than a week.. (and only 1 day MC too!) All my meetings with close friends and clients had to be rescheduled. Honestly, I've never been this sick before. A record had been broken. Hurrah~
Still nursing my flu and cough. There is a slight improvement with my voice now, compared to the past few days. Evil male colleagues had their laughs, poking fun at my super sexy husky voice. Hahahhaa...
Last Saturday, I managed to take a peek at Yanti's cutie pie daughter, Intan Marisha. Sorry, no picture taken because I was too slenger to take out my handphone to snap. Don't blame me, blame it on the various medicines that I've taken, ok? Heh..
Oh yeah~ Did some serious aliens'/floods' butt-kicking in Halo 2 while I was on MC. Power dok~ Can't wait for the ending!
It all started with my throat being infected, which then unleash a series of other health problems onto me. Fever (on and off), incessant coughing (annoying too!!), migraine (arrghhhhhhhhh~) and now.. the grand finale (hopefully) --> Flu.
Ta da~~
All in a space of less than a week.. (and only 1 day MC too!) All my meetings with close friends and clients had to be rescheduled. Honestly, I've never been this sick before. A record had been broken. Hurrah~
Still nursing my flu and cough. There is a slight improvement with my voice now, compared to the past few days. Evil male colleagues had their laughs, poking fun at my super sexy husky voice. Hahahhaa...
Last Saturday, I managed to take a peek at Yanti's cutie pie daughter, Intan Marisha. Sorry, no picture taken because I was too slenger to take out my handphone to snap. Don't blame me, blame it on the various medicines that I've taken, ok? Heh..
Oh yeah~ Did some serious aliens'/floods' butt-kicking in Halo 2 while I was on MC. Power dok~ Can't wait for the ending!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
7% GST..
When I heard the news that the government (the one that 66.6% had voted for in May) wanted to raise the GST to 7%, my initial reaction was I.simply.couldn't.believe.it.
Speechless..
Then after the cloud of disbelief had lifted, my blood started to boil.. I can feel steam coming out of my ears.. Smoke came out of my nose as I huffed and puffed in anger.
So I surfed the Net to get more info.
Reason for the hike? According to PM Lee, "Hike was necessary to finance the enhanced social safety nets, needed to help the lower income group and he emphasised that the offset package would more than counter the rise in GST."
What lah all this bullcrap~! A peasant like me knows that the GST increase is only going to hurt the poor instead of helping them. Unless they are not going to tax on necessity items like groceries, textbooks.. then perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. Tax only the luxury items so that it will hurt the rich's deep pockets. And what offset package is he talking about? Issit like previously when they issue ERS to us to soften the blow of the GST increase? Hah! Kelakar siak!
Here's another one from PM Lee, "I'm not going to tax 15% on income tax, I'm not going to tax 25% from GST the way the Scandanavians do, but I have to make the adjustments of 2% which I think is fair and I think Singaporeans will support."
Why are you NOT going to tax 15% on income tax? Income tax is exactly where you should raise because like Robin Hood, you will be stealing from the rich to give to the poor. Or is it because you YOURSELF are not willing to contribute to the poor since you YOURSELF are among the top of the pile with your million-dollar paycheck??!! And STOP COMPARING SINGAPORE TO OTHER COUNTRIES!! Each country is unique. I heard somewhere that the GST is higher in OTHER COUNTRIES because they HAVE WELLFARE system to help the poor.
Sigh.. How? I am tired. More and more things are being revealed, hinting at me that my government just don't love me anymore. I love Singapore, it's just that I loathe the government that governs it.
I feel like I want to quit being a Singaporean. Tender my resignation. I thought I wanted to blog about this Malay teacher that I had in Secondary school, instead, I rant and rave about my incompetent government. Blah~
Speechless..
Then after the cloud of disbelief had lifted, my blood started to boil.. I can feel steam coming out of my ears.. Smoke came out of my nose as I huffed and puffed in anger.
So I surfed the Net to get more info.
Reason for the hike? According to PM Lee, "Hike was necessary to finance the enhanced social safety nets, needed to help the lower income group and he emphasised that the offset package would more than counter the rise in GST."
What lah all this bullcrap~! A peasant like me knows that the GST increase is only going to hurt the poor instead of helping them. Unless they are not going to tax on necessity items like groceries, textbooks.. then perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. Tax only the luxury items so that it will hurt the rich's deep pockets. And what offset package is he talking about? Issit like previously when they issue ERS to us to soften the blow of the GST increase? Hah! Kelakar siak!
Here's another one from PM Lee, "I'm not going to tax 15% on income tax, I'm not going to tax 25% from GST the way the Scandanavians do, but I have to make the adjustments of 2% which I think is fair and I think Singaporeans will support."
Why are you NOT going to tax 15% on income tax? Income tax is exactly where you should raise because like Robin Hood, you will be stealing from the rich to give to the poor. Or is it because you YOURSELF are not willing to contribute to the poor since you YOURSELF are among the top of the pile with your million-dollar paycheck??!! And STOP COMPARING SINGAPORE TO OTHER COUNTRIES!! Each country is unique. I heard somewhere that the GST is higher in OTHER COUNTRIES because they HAVE WELLFARE system to help the poor.
Sigh.. How? I am tired. More and more things are being revealed, hinting at me that my government just don't love me anymore. I love Singapore, it's just that I loathe the government that governs it.
I feel like I want to quit being a Singaporean. Tender my resignation. I thought I wanted to blog about this Malay teacher that I had in Secondary school, instead, I rant and rave about my incompetent government. Blah~
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
19% of paedophiles have images of children 3 years or younger..
Shocked? Wished that you can do something about it?
"Children sexually abused on Internet pornography sites cannot speak for themselves.
But you can.
With your help, we can eradicate this evil trade.
We DO NOT need your money.
We need you to light a candle of support.
We are aiming to light at least ONE MILLION CANDLES by December 31, 2006.
This petition will be used to encourage governments, politicians, financial institutions, payment organisations, Internet service providers, technology companies and law enforcement agencies to eradicate the commercial viability of online child pornography.
They have the power to work together. You have the power to get them to take action.
Together, we can destroy the commercial viability of Internet child pornography sites that are destroying the lives of innocent children. "
http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/
Up to 20,000 children appears in pornographic images online everyday!!
There's a sick & perverted group of people preying on these innocent kids. A HUGE group. The scariest thing is that they don't look like your average criminal with tattoos.. They look normal. They live a normal life but have hideous online hobby.
So go on.. Go light that candle.. They still need 100,000 ++ more candles.
Kindly forward this to your friends, relatives and work colleagues so that they can light a candle too.
"Children sexually abused on Internet pornography sites cannot speak for themselves.
But you can.
With your help, we can eradicate this evil trade.
We DO NOT need your money.
We need you to light a candle of support.
We are aiming to light at least ONE MILLION CANDLES by December 31, 2006.
This petition will be used to encourage governments, politicians, financial institutions, payment organisations, Internet service providers, technology companies and law enforcement agencies to eradicate the commercial viability of online child pornography.
They have the power to work together. You have the power to get them to take action.
Together, we can destroy the commercial viability of Internet child pornography sites that are destroying the lives of innocent children. "
http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/
Up to 20,000 children appears in pornographic images online everyday!!
There's a sick & perverted group of people preying on these innocent kids. A HUGE group. The scariest thing is that they don't look like your average criminal with tattoos.. They look normal. They live a normal life but have hideous online hobby.
So go on.. Go light that candle.. They still need 100,000 ++ more candles.
Kindly forward this to your friends, relatives and work colleagues so that they can light a candle too.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Just some random stuffs...
- Latest addition to the family
Muhammad Aiman.
Born on 17/10/06 at 2248 in KKH.
I was drowning in a green pool of envy when I saw him.. Hahaha..
Look at this precious bundle of joy.. Please ignore my hideous double-layered eyebags (got such thing?), it's a Ramadhan special.. Hur hur~
Feast your eyes with more of this little dude here
He was fiercely protected by his sisters. I tried to sneak him into my large handbag but was viciously attacked by Nabila.. Gosh! That girl sure know how to pinch.. LOL~~
But I still adore Huda (girl in green tudung).. Look at her.. Geram kan? Heehee..
- “Straits Times keeps No 1 spot, drawing 1.35m readers.”
Oh yeah? And you are competing for the top spot with... ??? Berita Harian? Tamil Murasu? Lianhe Zaobao?
Duh~
That's why I no longer read the local paper anymore. What were they thinking?
Hallo~ I not stupid.. you know!
- ROAD HOGGERS!
2 words for you.. &^%$ OFF!
They didn't even let an ambulance (the lights on the roof was flashing) through. You know what? One fine day, you'll be lying, dying in an ambulance with all the lights flashing and the siren blasting loudly.. and then no one.. ABSOLUTELY no one.. will give way to you..
What goes around, comes around..
Nah.. I am not cursing anyone. Just stating the fact.
- My thoughts on Singapore government
Any of you ever played Simcity before? I have. For those of you who don't know, this game allows you to create your own city. You are in-charge of EVERYTHING! From laying down the water pipes to setting sections of the city for agricultural, commercial and residential. You can build schools, fire departments, police stations and place them according to the needs of your people. It's FUN for a control freak like me. Heh.
In the beginning, I started with a small farming community. With the little money that I have, I started my city slowly. I cared and listened to every little complain that my people have and worked hard to garner their supports. Too much criminal activity in your neighbourhood? Not a problem, I'll try my best to build a police station there, Mam!
This caring little city managed to entice more people to move into the city, which in turn, brought in more money. I gained more and more money as the years goes by. My city was famous! It's growing so well and more importantly, I am RICH! But not rich enough!
Then, I decided that I needed to expand my horizon. Needed more $$ for it, but I don't want to kacau my own pocket! Duh!? So how?
Hah!
I started to squeeze even more $$ from my people.
How else?
From raising tax of course! Road tax lah.. ERP lah (ooops.. Wrong City!).. and a personal favorite --> Transport Hike! Of course they complained.. I'll just turn a deaf ear. Or I pretended to listen and take down their concerns.. BUT I NEVER ACTED ON IT! ** evil laugh ** or give lame excuses justifying my evil deeds..
My population started to dwindle a bit but still, there are loyal supporters who stayed. Those who left are Quitters! I have no use for them. Muahahahaha..
Then, the next big thing was to build a BIG A$$ Casino. I've done my calculations and it shows that my earnings will be doubled as time goes by. So many of my citizens actually protested. I just rolled my eyes and clicked 'Yes'. Crime rate goes up due to the negative aura that the casino has brought in. I couldn't care less. What matters to me was the sweet sound of 'kaching' 'kaching' as the dough starts rolling in.
So.. these are my thoughts. I even named my City - Temasek. I've been dying to share it in my blog but never really find the time. Hehehe..
** Ermm. Provocative post.. I know.. If I go MIA, you know why ah..
- Maiden Voyage (1st time lah)
1st time celebrating as someone's wife. Didn't really see what's the big deal was.. ;p~ It's just different because my parents were not there and was replaced by his parents. Am I sad that I didn't get to celebrate with my parents? Not really, because I know they are just a phone call away and it's not as if I am not going to visit them later..
The only part that was memorable to me was in the morning. After hubby and I were dressed and ready, we salam, asked for forgiveness from each other.. a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.. and that's it! Perhaps we are still new..
But I just felt that it's really redundant, because we do that every morning without fail and sometimes before going to sleep. Outside, his family was waiting. I proceeded to salam and ask for forgiveness from his parents and siblings.
- Am I or am I not?
The last time I checked, I am not pregnant.... yet. It's no biggie..
Really..
I am not just saying this because I want to appear cool and uncaring.. I am just being realistic. Relax lah, I just got married 8 months ago. Azmi kata his commando belom keluar lagik..
Hehehe..
And what's with my mom saying that my womb is out of place (don't ask me, I have no idea that it can move about).
Once we move to a new house (moving to our dream house soon..) and when all the dust has settled.. and if my tummy is still flat (HAHAHA! Yeah right~!).. then we WILL do something about it.
And then, even if 1 of us has fertility problem (Read: Sterile), so? It's not the end of the world lah dey.. Maybe we can be those cool childless couple who travel the world together.. hand in hand, with a Lonely Planet travel guide on the other.. Or maybe, just maybe, we can adopt a few babies (you have no idea how many babies are abandoned/unwanted) and bring them up as our own. Muhrim issues? No problem. We'll work around it. When there's a will, there's a way.. ;p~
Or I can lavish all my attention on my adorable nieces & nephews..
MIL asked me the other day if I was on birth control pills. I told her the truth. I think her relatives have started asking and she's probably worried.
We are not using any contraceptives method at the moment. Well... There are days when I wish I was on it when I came across unruly teenagers or really really naughty toddlers. Bleah~ Babies are all cute and cuddly.. Just you wait.. a few more years and then the next thing you know they'll start going through puberty and have the impression that the world revolves around them.. Hahaha..
Yeah.. I told MIL the truth. Told her how uncomfortable it is when people keep asking me about it. Told her that I felt pressurised. She understands. She knows that some people can be so blunt when asking these questions and unknowingly hurt our feelings. Well, what do you know? They've stopped asking altogether and I highly suspected that my dear MIL has a hand in this. Hur hur hur~
- Bz bz bz..
I've been buzzing around in the office. There are days when I wish I can just sms 'Hi Sam, I am not coming in to work this morning. Or tomorrow either. In fact, I QUIT!' and then just curl up in bed and Zzzz...
I've been busy at home with my new home business.. Too busy to give my blog the regular updates it sorely needed. Sigh..
Muhammad Aiman.
Born on 17/10/06 at 2248 in KKH.
I was drowning in a green pool of envy when I saw him.. Hahaha..
Look at this precious bundle of joy.. Please ignore my hideous double-layered eyebags (got such thing?), it's a Ramadhan special.. Hur hur~
Feast your eyes with more of this little dude here
He was fiercely protected by his sisters. I tried to sneak him into my large handbag but was viciously attacked by Nabila.. Gosh! That girl sure know how to pinch.. LOL~~
But I still adore Huda (girl in green tudung).. Look at her.. Geram kan? Heehee..
- “Straits Times keeps No 1 spot, drawing 1.35m readers.”
Oh yeah? And you are competing for the top spot with... ??? Berita Harian? Tamil Murasu? Lianhe Zaobao?
Duh~
That's why I no longer read the local paper anymore. What were they thinking?
Hallo~ I not stupid.. you know!
- ROAD HOGGERS!
2 words for you.. &^%$ OFF!
They didn't even let an ambulance (the lights on the roof was flashing) through. You know what? One fine day, you'll be lying, dying in an ambulance with all the lights flashing and the siren blasting loudly.. and then no one.. ABSOLUTELY no one.. will give way to you..
What goes around, comes around..
Nah.. I am not cursing anyone. Just stating the fact.
- My thoughts on Singapore government
Any of you ever played Simcity before? I have. For those of you who don't know, this game allows you to create your own city. You are in-charge of EVERYTHING! From laying down the water pipes to setting sections of the city for agricultural, commercial and residential. You can build schools, fire departments, police stations and place them according to the needs of your people. It's FUN for a control freak like me. Heh.
In the beginning, I started with a small farming community. With the little money that I have, I started my city slowly. I cared and listened to every little complain that my people have and worked hard to garner their supports. Too much criminal activity in your neighbourhood? Not a problem, I'll try my best to build a police station there, Mam!
This caring little city managed to entice more people to move into the city, which in turn, brought in more money. I gained more and more money as the years goes by. My city was famous! It's growing so well and more importantly, I am RICH! But not rich enough!
Then, I decided that I needed to expand my horizon. Needed more $$ for it, but I don't want to kacau my own pocket! Duh!? So how?
Hah!
I started to squeeze even more $$ from my people.
How else?
From raising tax of course! Road tax lah.. ERP lah (ooops.. Wrong City!).. and a personal favorite --> Transport Hike! Of course they complained.. I'll just turn a deaf ear. Or I pretended to listen and take down their concerns.. BUT I NEVER ACTED ON IT! ** evil laugh ** or give lame excuses justifying my evil deeds..
My population started to dwindle a bit but still, there are loyal supporters who stayed. Those who left are Quitters! I have no use for them. Muahahahaha..
Then, the next big thing was to build a BIG A$$ Casino. I've done my calculations and it shows that my earnings will be doubled as time goes by. So many of my citizens actually protested. I just rolled my eyes and clicked 'Yes'. Crime rate goes up due to the negative aura that the casino has brought in. I couldn't care less. What matters to me was the sweet sound of 'kaching' 'kaching' as the dough starts rolling in.
So.. these are my thoughts. I even named my City - Temasek. I've been dying to share it in my blog but never really find the time. Hehehe..
** Ermm. Provocative post.. I know.. If I go MIA, you know why ah..
- Maiden Voyage (1st time lah)
1st time celebrating as someone's wife. Didn't really see what's the big deal was.. ;p~ It's just different because my parents were not there and was replaced by his parents. Am I sad that I didn't get to celebrate with my parents? Not really, because I know they are just a phone call away and it's not as if I am not going to visit them later..
The only part that was memorable to me was in the morning. After hubby and I were dressed and ready, we salam, asked for forgiveness from each other.. a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.. and that's it! Perhaps we are still new..
But I just felt that it's really redundant, because we do that every morning without fail and sometimes before going to sleep. Outside, his family was waiting. I proceeded to salam and ask for forgiveness from his parents and siblings.
- Am I or am I not?
The last time I checked, I am not pregnant.... yet. It's no biggie..
Really..
I am not just saying this because I want to appear cool and uncaring.. I am just being realistic. Relax lah, I just got married 8 months ago. Azmi kata his commando belom keluar lagik..
Hehehe..
And what's with my mom saying that my womb is out of place (don't ask me, I have no idea that it can move about).
Once we move to a new house (moving to our dream house soon..) and when all the dust has settled.. and if my tummy is still flat (HAHAHA! Yeah right~!).. then we WILL do something about it.
And then, even if 1 of us has fertility problem (Read: Sterile), so? It's not the end of the world lah dey.. Maybe we can be those cool childless couple who travel the world together.. hand in hand, with a Lonely Planet travel guide on the other.. Or maybe, just maybe, we can adopt a few babies (you have no idea how many babies are abandoned/unwanted) and bring them up as our own. Muhrim issues? No problem. We'll work around it. When there's a will, there's a way.. ;p~
Or I can lavish all my attention on my adorable nieces & nephews..
MIL asked me the other day if I was on birth control pills. I told her the truth. I think her relatives have started asking and she's probably worried.
We are not using any contraceptives method at the moment. Well... There are days when I wish I was on it when I came across unruly teenagers or really really naughty toddlers. Bleah~ Babies are all cute and cuddly.. Just you wait.. a few more years and then the next thing you know they'll start going through puberty and have the impression that the world revolves around them.. Hahaha..
Yeah.. I told MIL the truth. Told her how uncomfortable it is when people keep asking me about it. Told her that I felt pressurised. She understands. She knows that some people can be so blunt when asking these questions and unknowingly hurt our feelings. Well, what do you know? They've stopped asking altogether and I highly suspected that my dear MIL has a hand in this. Hur hur hur~
- Bz bz bz..
I've been buzzing around in the office. There are days when I wish I can just sms 'Hi Sam, I am not coming in to work this morning. Or tomorrow either. In fact, I QUIT!' and then just curl up in bed and Zzzz...
I've been busy at home with my new home business.. Too busy to give my blog the regular updates it sorely needed. Sigh..
Saturday, September 30, 2006
A quickie~
Here's a quick update..
Ayah is now able to walk without using the cane. Syukur Alhamdulillah~ I can also see that he is putting on a bit of weight as well as his voice is a tad more audible now..
See? I told you that Ayah's health will improve once he get out of that dreaded and lonely isolation ward. Now we are just waiting for the next appointment so that Mak can highlight the hearing problem to the doctors.
A quick 'HI' to Fauzi as well~
Thanks for the testimonials in Friendster..
Ok~ Back to work~~~ ;p
Ayah is now able to walk without using the cane. Syukur Alhamdulillah~ I can also see that he is putting on a bit of weight as well as his voice is a tad more audible now..
See? I told you that Ayah's health will improve once he get out of that dreaded and lonely isolation ward. Now we are just waiting for the next appointment so that Mak can highlight the hearing problem to the doctors.
A quick 'HI' to Fauzi as well~
Thanks for the testimonials in Friendster..
Ok~ Back to work~~~ ;p
Monday, September 25, 2006
Have a blessed Ramadan..
Alhamdulillah syukur~
Ayah had been discharged from the hospital last Friday (22/09/06) and is doing quite well at home under Mak's care. He's just a bit hot-tempered lately due to the fact that he is still having difficulty talking (due to the trachy) and also because he is hard of hearing now. His left ear was badly damaged (he removed a huge blood-clot in his ear all by himself by using a cotton bud~ Yuck~!) and we have to whisper loudly (Yeah I know, it's an oxymoron) to his right ear so that he can hear what we are talking about. Nevertheless, I am still grateful to Allah for his speedy recovery and he was able to return home before Ramadan approaches.
Ayah's b'day was on 21/09/06 but we celebrated on the 23/09/06. Me & hubby bought lots of cheng tng (Ayah's favourite dessert) and a blue baju melayu. Abang Ngah bought cakes and soup tulang (Sigh.. Sesungguhnya aku berpuasa hari ini~ Heehee) while Along contributed soft beancurd for our small party. Mak pulak masak Mee Sua.. Mmm yummy~~
* Note to oneself, must stop blogging about food during Ramadan *
As for the business that we've just started, initially, there was a lot of bad-vibes and negativity. Biasa lah.. Bila orang melayu nak bukak bisnes, ada jer yang menyebok dan suka memburuk2kan kaum mereka sendiri. But among all these flaks that we've received, we are very glad for the support given by our good friends, families and relatives. Hehehehe.. Thanks a lot you guys~
Ramadan is finally here. It's definitely different now from before I was married. Previously, I don't have to wake up earlier to prepare the food because everything was already laid out on the table when I wake up for Sahur. That is if I even bothered to wake up at all! Hahaha..
Now? Although it wasn't expected of me to help MIL in the kitchen (I am blessed with such a lovely MIL), but I still forced my butt out of the bed at 4am to help her. With me being half awake, I can only handle preparing the drinks (last night, the Milo was a bit diluted and this morning the tea was too sweet *chuckles*) while MIL was buzzing about in the kitchen, warming last night's meal. Me so useless, kan? Bleah~
Last Friday, while we were enjoying our meal at Kallang, I found a disturbing show on TV. So sad.. They marred Ramadan by having a concert at Kampong Glam. With women singing and dancing, I can only shake my head and let out a sigh. Even if it's just the opening of a new bazaar in Kampong Glam, why can't they show a more respectable concert? Wouldn't it be more berkat to show nasyid? Or Syarahan? Or invite our local Hafiz for Quran recital?
Ok lah.. That's all I can blog about today..
PS: Lagi sikit nak batal puasa this morning. A &^%@ Lexus driver almost caused us to collide onto another car just because he can't make up his mind whether he wants to enter the CTE or not. Arrghh.. Macam nak kena maki! Hubby floored the brake just in time and I can feel the ABS kicked in. Sigh.. Sabar Ayu sabar.. Sesungguhnya kau puasa hari ini..
Ayah had been discharged from the hospital last Friday (22/09/06) and is doing quite well at home under Mak's care. He's just a bit hot-tempered lately due to the fact that he is still having difficulty talking (due to the trachy) and also because he is hard of hearing now. His left ear was badly damaged (he removed a huge blood-clot in his ear all by himself by using a cotton bud~ Yuck~!) and we have to whisper loudly (Yeah I know, it's an oxymoron) to his right ear so that he can hear what we are talking about. Nevertheless, I am still grateful to Allah for his speedy recovery and he was able to return home before Ramadan approaches.
Ayah's b'day was on 21/09/06 but we celebrated on the 23/09/06. Me & hubby bought lots of cheng tng (Ayah's favourite dessert) and a blue baju melayu. Abang Ngah bought cakes and soup tulang (Sigh.. Sesungguhnya aku berpuasa hari ini~ Heehee) while Along contributed soft beancurd for our small party. Mak pulak masak Mee Sua.. Mmm yummy~~
* Note to oneself, must stop blogging about food during Ramadan *
As for the business that we've just started, initially, there was a lot of bad-vibes and negativity. Biasa lah.. Bila orang melayu nak bukak bisnes, ada jer yang menyebok dan suka memburuk2kan kaum mereka sendiri. But among all these flaks that we've received, we are very glad for the support given by our good friends, families and relatives. Hehehehe.. Thanks a lot you guys~
Ramadan is finally here. It's definitely different now from before I was married. Previously, I don't have to wake up earlier to prepare the food because everything was already laid out on the table when I wake up for Sahur. That is if I even bothered to wake up at all! Hahaha..
Now? Although it wasn't expected of me to help MIL in the kitchen (I am blessed with such a lovely MIL), but I still forced my butt out of the bed at 4am to help her. With me being half awake, I can only handle preparing the drinks (last night, the Milo was a bit diluted and this morning the tea was too sweet *chuckles*) while MIL was buzzing about in the kitchen, warming last night's meal. Me so useless, kan? Bleah~
Last Friday, while we were enjoying our meal at Kallang, I found a disturbing show on TV. So sad.. They marred Ramadan by having a concert at Kampong Glam. With women singing and dancing, I can only shake my head and let out a sigh. Even if it's just the opening of a new bazaar in Kampong Glam, why can't they show a more respectable concert? Wouldn't it be more berkat to show nasyid? Or Syarahan? Or invite our local Hafiz for Quran recital?
Ok lah.. That's all I can blog about today..
PS: Lagi sikit nak batal puasa this morning. A &^%@ Lexus driver almost caused us to collide onto another car just because he can't make up his mind whether he wants to enter the CTE or not. Arrghh.. Macam nak kena maki! Hubby floored the brake just in time and I can feel the ABS kicked in. Sigh.. Sabar Ayu sabar.. Sesungguhnya kau puasa hari ini..
Monday, August 28, 2006
See what's been keeping me bz lately..
Dear beloved readers..
I know I have been ignoring my blog for so long. Heh.. Me busy lah dgn projek..
Nak tahu projek aper?
BeliApa? Dot Com
Jemputlah masok! Jangan malu, jangan segan..
If you have anything to sell, let us know.. We can help you to sell your products more effectively!
Terima kasih~ Thank you~ Arigato~ Gracias~ Merci Beaucoup~ (etc.. etc.. etc.. you get the drift.. ;p~)
I know I have been ignoring my blog for so long. Heh.. Me busy lah dgn projek..
Nak tahu projek aper?
BeliApa? Dot Com
Jemputlah masok! Jangan malu, jangan segan..
If you have anything to sell, let us know.. We can help you to sell your products more effectively!
Terima kasih~ Thank you~ Arigato~ Gracias~ Merci Beaucoup~ (etc.. etc.. etc.. you get the drift.. ;p~)
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
"Real Man's Barbecue"
Let's take a break and chill with this joke.. ** munching Kit Kat **
Enjoy~~
"Real Man's Barbecue"
When a man volunteers to do such cooking, the following chain of events is put into motion.
(1) The woman goes to the store.
(2) The woman fixes the salad, vegetables, and dessert.
(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils, and takes it to the man, who is lounging beside the grill, drinking a beer.
(4) The man places the meat on the grill.
(5) The woman goes inside to set the table and check the vegetables.
(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning.
(7) The man takes the meat off the grill and hands it to thewoman.
(8) The woman prepares the plates and brings them to the table.
(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.
(10) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed "her night off."
And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Alhamdulillah..
At 9.59am this morning, I received this sms from Abg Ngah..
"Dr cakap Ayah makin pulih. Alhamdulillah. Tapi masih perlukan oxygen. Dah boleh bedah masukan kat tekak. Hari ni tengah hari dibedah."
- Syahril -
Syukran Alhamdulillah!
For those who are not in the know, the doctors wanted to perform an operation to make a hole on his throat so that they don't have to go through the mouth. Because of the frequent insertion of the tube into his lungs, his throat is swollen and it's very painful for him. This operation will allow the tube to have shorter route to his lungs, thus delivering more oxygen and he will heal faster. InsyaAllah.. But the last few days, his condition had worsen, so the doctors had to postpone the operation until he is well.
Let's hope that this operation will go on smoothly..
"Dr cakap Ayah makin pulih. Alhamdulillah. Tapi masih perlukan oxygen. Dah boleh bedah masukan kat tekak. Hari ni tengah hari dibedah."
- Syahril -
Syukran Alhamdulillah!
For those who are not in the know, the doctors wanted to perform an operation to make a hole on his throat so that they don't have to go through the mouth. Because of the frequent insertion of the tube into his lungs, his throat is swollen and it's very painful for him. This operation will allow the tube to have shorter route to his lungs, thus delivering more oxygen and he will heal faster. InsyaAllah.. But the last few days, his condition had worsen, so the doctors had to postpone the operation until he is well.
Let's hope that this operation will go on smoothly..
Friday, August 11, 2006
Al-Fateha buat Atok tersayang..
Atok passed away yesterday. Innalillahi Wainnalillahi Rojioun~
As I sat in the next room while reciting Surah Yaseen for him, my mind kept on playing scenes that happened yonks ago.. One of them was when he was still working in Singapore. Last time, whenever he came by for a visit, he would always brought along chocolates for his granddaughters (Salimah, Mashita & me of course).
I also remembered one time when we were in the kampong, he brought us along to the back (there's a small patch of land next to Cik Munah's house) to plant a durian seed. He said that in order for that seed to grow, he needs to 'sunatkan'.. that is to remove a certain part of the seed. *chuckles*
He said that we can eat it in the future but he's not sure if he is still alive by then to even have a taste. When my late grandmother (We called her 'Nenek Wa') passed away, he suffered from a stroke and it affected the right part of his body. His right hand was in a permanently 'clawing' position and when he walked with his walking stick, he had to drag his right feet forward.
In the last few months of his life on earth, he just refused to get up and preferred to lie down on the bed to sleep. When he ate, it can get so messy that Mak Lang decided to spoonfeed him instead. Such was the dedication shown by Atok's children.
But when Cik Dol & Bibik from Melaka came to see my dad in SGH last month, they went and visit Atok as well. To everyone's surprised, Atok was able to sit and wanted to eat by himself when he saw that his children actually came to pay him a visit for afar. I was glad to actually get to see him at that time and salam his hand.
Yesterday, after he was bathed and was already shrouded, I get to give him my final farewell by kissing him on his forehead.. and I took great care not to let my tears touch his skin. I also took part in the special prayer for him in the masjid. We were very lucky because the masjid was only a stone's throw away. It's special for me because it was my first time sembahyangkan jenazah. Thanks to Mak Teh for teaching me the niat and how to go about performing it..
Latest update of Ayah for my relatives in KL..
Ayah's condition seems to be stable although he is still heavily sedated. Syukur Alhamdulillah~
I don't know who to believe. Do I believe the doctor who is always giving me bad news and asking me to be prepared for the worst or the nurses who kept on saying that Ayah's condition is stable?
The doctors are slowly trying to wean him off the respirator and see if Ayah can stop his dependency on that machine. His blood is now on the low side and yesterday I saw that they're transfusing blood into him. Sigh.. His hands & legs are swollen, and we are not sure why. And Mak said that yesterday Ayah looked feverish.
So that's all for today.. Will hop by the hospital to see Ayah after work later and will keep you people updated as well.. Tonight also got kenduri doa selamat in Redhill.
Da~~~
As I sat in the next room while reciting Surah Yaseen for him, my mind kept on playing scenes that happened yonks ago.. One of them was when he was still working in Singapore. Last time, whenever he came by for a visit, he would always brought along chocolates for his granddaughters (Salimah, Mashita & me of course).
I also remembered one time when we were in the kampong, he brought us along to the back (there's a small patch of land next to Cik Munah's house) to plant a durian seed. He said that in order for that seed to grow, he needs to 'sunatkan'.. that is to remove a certain part of the seed. *chuckles*
He said that we can eat it in the future but he's not sure if he is still alive by then to even have a taste. When my late grandmother (We called her 'Nenek Wa') passed away, he suffered from a stroke and it affected the right part of his body. His right hand was in a permanently 'clawing' position and when he walked with his walking stick, he had to drag his right feet forward.
In the last few months of his life on earth, he just refused to get up and preferred to lie down on the bed to sleep. When he ate, it can get so messy that Mak Lang decided to spoonfeed him instead. Such was the dedication shown by Atok's children.
But when Cik Dol & Bibik from Melaka came to see my dad in SGH last month, they went and visit Atok as well. To everyone's surprised, Atok was able to sit and wanted to eat by himself when he saw that his children actually came to pay him a visit for afar. I was glad to actually get to see him at that time and salam his hand.
Yesterday, after he was bathed and was already shrouded, I get to give him my final farewell by kissing him on his forehead.. and I took great care not to let my tears touch his skin. I also took part in the special prayer for him in the masjid. We were very lucky because the masjid was only a stone's throw away. It's special for me because it was my first time sembahyangkan jenazah. Thanks to Mak Teh for teaching me the niat and how to go about performing it..
Latest update of Ayah for my relatives in KL..
Ayah's condition seems to be stable although he is still heavily sedated. Syukur Alhamdulillah~
I don't know who to believe. Do I believe the doctor who is always giving me bad news and asking me to be prepared for the worst or the nurses who kept on saying that Ayah's condition is stable?
The doctors are slowly trying to wean him off the respirator and see if Ayah can stop his dependency on that machine. His blood is now on the low side and yesterday I saw that they're transfusing blood into him. Sigh.. His hands & legs are swollen, and we are not sure why. And Mak said that yesterday Ayah looked feverish.
So that's all for today.. Will hop by the hospital to see Ayah after work later and will keep you people updated as well.. Tonight also got kenduri doa selamat in Redhill.
Da~~~
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Damage done on Ayah's van..
As you can see, most of the damage is on the passenger side of the van, which made me so relieved that my mom wasn't there. We haven't done anything yet to this van. Not sure whether we want to scrap it or to repair and sell it away because one thing for sure we don't want to be in this van anymore. I was told that there are 2 workshops eyeing to service this van. Sigh..
My mom said that a few hundreds SGD$$ that was with Ayah hilang since she said that on the morning before he go to JB, she passed to him SGD$500 and now only left SGD$100++.. And we are not sure who took it.. But we had decided that we are not going to pursue it because we can always earn it back.
I also wanted to blog about the horrible way Ayah was treated in Hospital Sultanah Aminah, but it will just make me angry over & over again.. Sigh..
Yesterday, when we wanted to visit Ayah in SGH, we were informed to put on protective clothing to prevent being infected by this contagious virus that is in Ayah's body. Ya Allah! Give us strength for this test that you are putting my family through..
Sometimes I ask why.. And found the reason here..
"Are the people proud of is thinking that they will be left alone because they say, 'We believe and they will not be tested? And undoubtedly We tested those before them, therefore Allah will necessarily, see the truthful and will necessarily, see the liars." Surah Al-Ankabut (1-2)
When I ponder about the things that we are going through right now, I remember that Allah will never test us beyond what we can bear.
"[This is a fact that] God does not burden a person beyond his capacity. [It is His law that] he alone will get what it earned and he alone will pay for what he did – Lord, take us not to task if we forget or lapse into error, and Lord, do not lay on us a burden such as You laid on those before us. And Lord, do not burden us with what we cannot bear. And pardon us, and forgive us our sins, and have mercy upon us. You alone are our Lord and help us against these disbelievers [who are confronting us as enemies]." ~ Excerpts from Surah Al-Baqarah (285-286)
Me & hubby was compiling a CD containing all the Surahs in Quran so that we can play it in the hospital for Ayah to hear and also to mask the horrible sound the ventilator is making at the side of the bed. Hearing the Quran being recited with such a beautiful voice (Sheikh Sa'ad Al-Ghamdi) created such a calming atmosphere that I nearly shed a tear.
Islam is so beautiful..
Perfect..
And I fall in love with it all over again..
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Lelong lelong..!!
Me helping out my sis-in-law with her business..
Here are the pictures of some of the stuffs for sale..
Let me know if you are interested, I will get her to contact you..
I simply love the watches.. Very noice~~~
Here are the pictures of some of the stuffs for sale..
Let me know if you are interested, I will get her to contact you..
I simply love the watches.. Very noice~~~
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Thank God for the invention of concealer~~
Sorry for not updating my blog lately. A lot of things had happened since the past 2 weeks and I am still trying to make sense of it all. To make it worst, hub was on 2 weeks reservist (3 days in camp and then 2 days go back home.. This goes on for 2 weeks!) and he wasn't there to console me and lie to me that it will all be better.. He wasn't there to hold my hands and kissed all the pain away and I kept waking up with puffy eyes..
Well.. there's nothing that the makeup can't cover, really.. Thank God for the invention of concealer~~
Within 1 week, 2 accidents had happened. One was kinda serious but the other one was fatal.
My dad was involved in one of them. Currently he is in the ICU and doing quite well.. Alhamdulillah..
Insyallah by next week, he will be transferred to the normal ward. Special thanks to Kak Mas & Kak Idah for being there for me with their kind words, prayers & encouragements and also for arranging their friends to pray for my dad during the Friday prayers.
As for the fatal accident, it claimed the life of hub's cousin, Saiful Aidil Bin Amin.
Innalillahi wainna lillahi rajioun~
I will always miss his gregarious laughter that always managed to fill up the room. He looked so peaceful when he was being shrouded with kain kafan. Sigh.. Someone said his face is very bersih.. It goes to show that orang nyer baik2..
His departure made me see how fragile life is.. and I keep on reminding (or you can call it nagging~) hub to always always always drive safely and it's simply not worth it to speed or race with other cars. I simply love him too much that I keep telling him that he can only die after I die because I don't think I am strong enough to live without him. So the drama mama kan? Hehehe..
I seriously don't know how to pick up the pieces if any of my loved ones were to leave me. The only one who really reeeeally made an impact on me when they left will be my late maternal grandmother. To me that was the biggest lost ever~ She passed away when I was in secondary 1 and life in kampung have never been the same ever. I missed her so much and I still do. *sob* *sob*
I guess that's all I can blog about for today. Too depressed to continue because while I was typing this, my sister just smsed me and said that the doctors had to re-insert the breathing tube back because the lung infection got worst and my dad is not getting enough oxygen. Sigh.. Anyway, fyi, this post took a few days to update.. It just sat there in the draft column, looking sad and forlorn till I had the time to update it.. ;p~
PS: I have now decided to allow my beloved readers to input comments for my posts.
Well.. there's nothing that the makeup can't cover, really.. Thank God for the invention of concealer~~
Within 1 week, 2 accidents had happened. One was kinda serious but the other one was fatal.
My dad was involved in one of them. Currently he is in the ICU and doing quite well.. Alhamdulillah..
Insyallah by next week, he will be transferred to the normal ward. Special thanks to Kak Mas & Kak Idah for being there for me with their kind words, prayers & encouragements and also for arranging their friends to pray for my dad during the Friday prayers.
As for the fatal accident, it claimed the life of hub's cousin, Saiful Aidil Bin Amin.
Innalillahi wainna lillahi rajioun~
I will always miss his gregarious laughter that always managed to fill up the room. He looked so peaceful when he was being shrouded with kain kafan. Sigh.. Someone said his face is very bersih.. It goes to show that orang nyer baik2..
His departure made me see how fragile life is.. and I keep on reminding (or you can call it nagging~) hub to always always always drive safely and it's simply not worth it to speed or race with other cars. I simply love him too much that I keep telling him that he can only die after I die because I don't think I am strong enough to live without him. So the drama mama kan? Hehehe..
I seriously don't know how to pick up the pieces if any of my loved ones were to leave me. The only one who really reeeeally made an impact on me when they left will be my late maternal grandmother. To me that was the biggest lost ever~ She passed away when I was in secondary 1 and life in kampung have never been the same ever. I missed her so much and I still do. *sob* *sob*
I guess that's all I can blog about for today. Too depressed to continue because while I was typing this, my sister just smsed me and said that the doctors had to re-insert the breathing tube back because the lung infection got worst and my dad is not getting enough oxygen. Sigh.. Anyway, fyi, this post took a few days to update.. It just sat there in the draft column, looking sad and forlorn till I had the time to update it.. ;p~
PS: I have now decided to allow my beloved readers to input comments for my posts.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
ROFLMAO~~~
OMG~! I just saw this picture on her blog and I almost fell off my chair laughing..
Do they have to wear padded bra to prevent unwanted leakage?
Hahahahahahahahaha..
** wipes tear off eyes **
Lets Dad experience the joys of motherhood..
I am just waiting for the Japanese to invent the contraption that will allow Dad to experience the joy of childbirth..
;p~
Do they have to wear padded bra to prevent unwanted leakage?
Hahahahahahahahaha..
** wipes tear off eyes **
Lets Dad experience the joys of motherhood..
I am just waiting for the Japanese to invent the contraption that will allow Dad to experience the joy of childbirth..
;p~
Monday, July 10, 2006
Here's a man who makes lemonade when life threw him a lemon, stolen his apples and kicked him in the crotch..
Everytime I get bogged down by the ugliness we all have to live with, I come to mr brown's site, see his family photos, read his funnies, hear his hilarious podcasts and I'll feel so much better.
Despite being victimised ** cough ** bullied ** cough **, mr brown continues to contribute positively to the lives of Singaporeans, very commendable.
Thank you, mr brown..
Keep the Faith~~
So say we all..
PS: Unless you've been following the things that's been going between mr brown & Ministry for Information, Communications and the Arts (MICA), you'll never understand what I am blabbering about~ Heh!
Despite being victimised ** cough ** bullied ** cough **, mr brown continues to contribute positively to the lives of Singaporeans, very commendable.
Thank you, mr brown..
Keep the Faith~~
So say we all..
PS: Unless you've been following the things that's been going between mr brown & Ministry for Information, Communications and the Arts (MICA), you'll never understand what I am blabbering about~ Heh!
** Ehem ** Betty Crocker in the making.. Or Martha Stewart perhaps~?
When I was in secondary school, one of the lessons taught in Home Econs class was 'How to bake Chelsea buns'.
I used to love these buns (and still do~) because it's so easy to make and it's versatile. No matter how badly you roll the dough, it still turned out gorgeous.. Heh.. ;p~
No one ever told me that I can substitute the raisins with chocolate chips but voila~ It turned out to be yummylicious! And I simply love the aroma of the buns baking in the oven because I sprinkled a bit of cinnamon powder in it. Mmmm.. Heavenly..
I baked these sinful buns yesterday and I felt like I was transported back into my Home Econs class in Rangoon Secondary. I fondly recall Mrs Ser watchful eyes, eyeing my every move and commenting my postures when I am punching the dough. Hahaha.. She said that I must act like a lady and be demure (She's very persistent, though.. And nobody, absolutely no one can tahan her nagging)..
Anyway, here's a picture of my buns.......................
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Chelsea buns lah dey~ Chet.. Busuk punyer orang..
Honestly, the picture doesn't seems to do it justice.. Blame it on my crappy 1.3 MegaPixel O2 mini camera.
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Ok.. Enough about my hot & gorgeous buns..
I had a terrible, horrible nightmare the other day..
I did something very very very bad in that dream... :(
It was so horrible and so terrible that when I shared it with Hubby, he kinda looked at me funny. But thank God he never judged me. It was just a dream after all~
I am still shocked and bloody terrified of myself right now. And trying very hard to get it out of my head right now because everytime I shut my eyes, I can see snippets of that dream, like a gory trailer of a horror movie. Arrghhh...
** Shudder~ **
I used to love these buns (and still do~) because it's so easy to make and it's versatile. No matter how badly you roll the dough, it still turned out gorgeous.. Heh.. ;p~
No one ever told me that I can substitute the raisins with chocolate chips but voila~ It turned out to be yummylicious! And I simply love the aroma of the buns baking in the oven because I sprinkled a bit of cinnamon powder in it. Mmmm.. Heavenly..
I baked these sinful buns yesterday and I felt like I was transported back into my Home Econs class in Rangoon Secondary. I fondly recall Mrs Ser watchful eyes, eyeing my every move and commenting my postures when I am punching the dough. Hahaha.. She said that I must act like a lady and be demure (She's very persistent, though.. And nobody, absolutely no one can tahan her nagging)..
Anyway, here's a picture of my buns.......................
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Chelsea buns lah dey~ Chet.. Busuk punyer orang..
Honestly, the picture doesn't seems to do it justice.. Blame it on my crappy 1.3 MegaPixel O2 mini camera.
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Ok.. Enough about my hot & gorgeous buns..
I had a terrible, horrible nightmare the other day..
I did something very very very bad in that dream... :(
It was so horrible and so terrible that when I shared it with Hubby, he kinda looked at me funny. But thank God he never judged me. It was just a dream after all~
I am still shocked and bloody terrified of myself right now. And trying very hard to get it out of my head right now because everytime I shut my eyes, I can see snippets of that dream, like a gory trailer of a horror movie. Arrghhh...
** Shudder~ **
Friday, July 07, 2006
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Thursday, July 06, 2006
The silence is broken..
I was bloghopping while waiting for hubby to fetch me from work and came across something that I think everyone I know should read.
Here's an excerpt from that blog,
“Ahpunehneh” is not a proper word.
It is not a Tamil word. Nor it is an English word. Nor it is a Greek word. Hell, it is NOT even a word. It is gibberish of the purest kind. Yes, yes. I hear all the gasping and “Did you hear that?!” and “Is it true?”. Yes it’s true. If there is one gibberish that is to be flushed down the toilet, this is it.
I am tired. Tired beyond words to explain what this gibberish has done. I am pretty much sure almost all my Indian counterparts will agree. Been called “Ahpunehneh” in a country that calls itself happily multiracial. There is nothing happy about this. I now take it upon myself to give all my clueless Singaporeans a much needed enlightment on this. Read and read well. And pass it on. Because the next time i hear or read that blasted gibberish, I won’t be patient. Anymore.
Next. Repeat after me. Brown is not black. Black is not brown. We have people from different walks of life and somehow in this nationwide disorder, almost all chinese cannot differentiate brown from black. Once again another example that happened to me. This happened in the first year of uni. After one of the lectures, i was waiting at the back of the lecture room, for a couple of my clique guys. This part of the lecture room was not lit but rest assured the rest of the room was. So it is understood the part i was standing wasn’t pitch black. Then another guy from another clique, who was standing near me, turned and said this “Hey TC, why you stand there? You so black, still stand there. Cannot see you lor. *Insert laughter*” The following was the connversation that happened between us after he said this. All my replies were said in a deadpan face and tone... "
(Read more about it here)
I think almost all of us (me included) are guilty of calling other races degrading remarks like for e.g. 'keling', 'cinone', 'ahpuneneh', 'cher'..
This have to stop, people.
Really~
I cringed whenever I hear my friends refer to indians as kelings. Or when it came out of my mouth accidentally. Yikes~
After reading that post, it just make me feel really bad..
Ok lah.. Gotta wash my mouth with soap now.. ;p~
Bye~~
Here's an excerpt from that blog,
“Ahpunehneh” is not a proper word.
It is not a Tamil word. Nor it is an English word. Nor it is a Greek word. Hell, it is NOT even a word. It is gibberish of the purest kind. Yes, yes. I hear all the gasping and “Did you hear that?!” and “Is it true?”. Yes it’s true. If there is one gibberish that is to be flushed down the toilet, this is it.
I am tired. Tired beyond words to explain what this gibberish has done. I am pretty much sure almost all my Indian counterparts will agree. Been called “Ahpunehneh” in a country that calls itself happily multiracial. There is nothing happy about this. I now take it upon myself to give all my clueless Singaporeans a much needed enlightment on this. Read and read well. And pass it on. Because the next time i hear or read that blasted gibberish, I won’t be patient. Anymore.
Next. Repeat after me. Brown is not black. Black is not brown. We have people from different walks of life and somehow in this nationwide disorder, almost all chinese cannot differentiate brown from black. Once again another example that happened to me. This happened in the first year of uni. After one of the lectures, i was waiting at the back of the lecture room, for a couple of my clique guys. This part of the lecture room was not lit but rest assured the rest of the room was. So it is understood the part i was standing wasn’t pitch black. Then another guy from another clique, who was standing near me, turned and said this “Hey TC, why you stand there? You so black, still stand there. Cannot see you lor. *Insert laughter*” The following was the connversation that happened between us after he said this. All my replies were said in a deadpan face and tone... "
(Read more about it here)
I think almost all of us (me included) are guilty of calling other races degrading remarks like for e.g. 'keling', 'cinone', 'ahpuneneh', 'cher'..
This have to stop, people.
Really~
I cringed whenever I hear my friends refer to indians as kelings. Or when it came out of my mouth accidentally. Yikes~
After reading that post, it just make me feel really bad..
Ok lah.. Gotta wash my mouth with soap now.. ;p~
Bye~~
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
The dawn of a new beginning.. Haha.. Macam real jek~~~
I haven't blog for a while. Been very busy lately. Sigh..
Oh ya~ I've started donning the hijab and have been receiving lots of unwanted comments from around me. Some of the comments can be a little too insensitive that I really feel like giving them the infamous 'birdie'.. My patience with these people are beginning to stretch a little too thin and I can just explode right there in front of their faces. What some of them need is a good 'bitch-slap' from me! Muahahaha..
Some of them are curious as to why I started wearing them. I just replied to them that it's too personal for any Tom, Dick or Harry to just know about it. And besides, it's really none of their business.
Previously, a lot of people thought that I don't cover my aurat because I am vain. Sigh..
I hate it when people jump to conclusions just like that. Oh come on~ I have frizzy hair that refused to stay the way I desired it to be. Wearing a tudung would be like a relief to me if I were to be vain. It's so easy to just hide my dry, rebellious hair from trying to style it. Arrghh.. Anyway, I know I look good wearing a tudung. What the hell.. I look even better wearing it than NOT wearing it. Nevertheless, I don't want the reason for me to cover my aurat to be a vain one. Because physical beauty never last. It'll fade away and what remains behind will be my faith, inner beauty & my inner strength.
A lot of people close to me have been asking me to wear one for quite sometime but I resisted because I realised that if I were to succumb to such pressure from them, it won't be something that comes from within. It will always be remembered as, "I did it because somebody said I should". So it's not a sincere act on my part.
I know it's compulsory. Like duh~~
The thing is, I've seen a lot of women who made a mockery of wearing a tudung. It's really shameful that I feel embarrassed to be associated with them. It's really hilarious when one of such women actually lectured me about wearing it. Haiz..
They cover their head.. but they still continue to gossip..
They cover their head.. but they still wear tight clothes that show the curves on their bodies..
They cover their head.. but still their heart habour dark intentions..
They cover their head.. but they don't pray..
They cover their head.. but they behave worst than a whore..
And then they feel that it's their God given rights to tell me to wear one. And chastised me when I pointed out all these points to them. Their reply? "Hey, at least I am covered!"
What the &^%$?
Fine..
I admit this is a sensitive issue for muslim women. Some of them like to sweep this under the rug instead of discussing it with me because, the points that I brought up ARE valid. Some even labelled me as old-fashioned for thinking like that~
Some women said that my lifestyle won't change when I start wearing a tudung. They said I can continue going to swimming lah, go roller blading lah.. etc etc.. But when I checked again, I realised that these claims contradict each other.
Yes you can go swimming. But only if the place is only for ladies and it's not in the public where the men can see you.
Why so strict?
Some will say, "Islam tidak memberatkan umatnya.." And then they put on the tudung, long sleeve t-shirt, long pants.. and dive into the mixed public swimming pool..
What they don't know is that, when their clothes are wet, they cling to you like a second skin and every inch of your body is exposed like as if you are naked. Bleah~~ No difference from watching Baywatch.. Really~~~
Then some said, "Islam is moving forward. Mengikut arus kemodenan."
But what was stated in the Quran?
Surah an-Nur verse 31 clearly states,
"And say to the faithful women to lower their gazes, and to guard their private parts, and not to display their adornment except what is apparent of it, and to extend their headcoverings (khimars) to cover their bosoms (jaybs), and not to display their adornment except to their husbands, or their fathers, or their husband's fathers, or their sons, or their husband's sons, or their brothers, or their brothers' sons, or their sisters' sons, or their womenfolk, or what their right hands rule (slaves), or the followers from the men who do not feel sexual desire, or the small children to whom the nakedness of women is not apparent, and not to strike their feet (on the ground) so as to make known what they hide of their adornments. And turn in repentance to Allah together, O you the faithful, in order that you are successful."
(Shamelessly copied from http://www.muhajabah.com/surah-an-nur.htm)
What is it about the verse above that can be modernised? We can't even show the curves on our bodies and have to wear loose clothing. Sigh...
And I haven't even touch on what my non-muslim friends have commented. That would take forever seh~
Most of the time I'll just ignore their questions because some of them are meant to mock me & my religion.
And then ah.. Some people can live all their live side-by-side with a muslim and yet still be ignorant about Islam. I mean, they ask really ignorant questions! Macam nak kena smack~
The reason why I decided to wear tudung is...
It's a long story.. so bear with me..
On 24/06/06, my mom was warded in the ICU in Tan Tock Seng. She had difficulty breathing due to the build-up of fluid in her lungs.
When I saw that sms from Busu, in my heart I panicked. Oh no oh no oh no oh no~
Then the thoughts of losing her seemed so real. I can't help but think about the Lina's mom who passed away while she was in the ICU.
Along and family, Ayah and all of us rushed down to TTSH. Because of state she was in, no one was allowed in to see her. So the rest of them left for home that evening but my in-laws and my hubby stayed with me because the doctor wanted to have a word with me.
It was nearly eight when the doctor came. I also get to see her as well. She was unconcious, with all kinds of tubes inserted into her. It wasn't a sight that I was ready for. I almost broke down in tears seeing her like that.
I kissed her dearly on the forehead and fought back the tears. She was sedated because it would be very painful for her if she's awake. Her hands were cold and she stirred when I tried to massage some warmth into her. I would had traded half my life with God, everything I have.. just so that she won't be in that position.. To make it even worst, the doctor told me that her heart was not beating regularly. It was very weak.
The nurse passed me her belongings to take home. Her blouse and bra was cut open. And there was blood splattered on my mom's bag.
That night, as I washed the blood from my mom's bag in the bathroom, the dam burst. I couldn't stop crying. A million scenarios kept on playing on my head.. What if this.. What if that..
I remembered that I've never prayed so hard in my life. I prayed to God to lessen her burden. I prayed that if she was meant to be taken away from me, I asked God for the strength to let her go.
And then, I made a small niat, that I will start donning the hijab when my mom's condition had stabilised and taken out from that dreaded ICU.
And lo & behold~~
The next morning, my dad called and said that she was taken to a normal ward. I was so relieved with that piece of news that whatever my dad said after that didn't really register in my brain. Hehehe.. I didn't even copied down the location of the ward.
When I told hub of my niat, he seemed pleased with me. He said he supported my decision. That morning, when I wake up feeling so weak and drained but when I heard the news, I feel re-energised. Hub was really amused with my behaviour.
So, that's the story behind the new me~
I know I may not be wearing it perfectly, but I am still in the process of learning.
Everyday I ask for forgiveness from Allah, because although I am covered physically, I have lots of photos that show otherwise. I pray for Allah to understand and give me more time.
And also, if I've offended some of the readers with this post, I am truly sorry..
Tapi kan..
Saper yang makan cili, dia lah yang terasa pedas nyer~
;p~
Oh ya~ I've started donning the hijab and have been receiving lots of unwanted comments from around me. Some of the comments can be a little too insensitive that I really feel like giving them the infamous 'birdie'.. My patience with these people are beginning to stretch a little too thin and I can just explode right there in front of their faces. What some of them need is a good 'bitch-slap' from me! Muahahaha..
Some of them are curious as to why I started wearing them. I just replied to them that it's too personal for any Tom, Dick or Harry to just know about it. And besides, it's really none of their business.
Previously, a lot of people thought that I don't cover my aurat because I am vain. Sigh..
I hate it when people jump to conclusions just like that. Oh come on~ I have frizzy hair that refused to stay the way I desired it to be. Wearing a tudung would be like a relief to me if I were to be vain. It's so easy to just hide my dry, rebellious hair from trying to style it. Arrghh.. Anyway, I know I look good wearing a tudung. What the hell.. I look even better wearing it than NOT wearing it. Nevertheless, I don't want the reason for me to cover my aurat to be a vain one. Because physical beauty never last. It'll fade away and what remains behind will be my faith, inner beauty & my inner strength.
A lot of people close to me have been asking me to wear one for quite sometime but I resisted because I realised that if I were to succumb to such pressure from them, it won't be something that comes from within. It will always be remembered as, "I did it because somebody said I should". So it's not a sincere act on my part.
I know it's compulsory. Like duh~~
The thing is, I've seen a lot of women who made a mockery of wearing a tudung. It's really shameful that I feel embarrassed to be associated with them. It's really hilarious when one of such women actually lectured me about wearing it. Haiz..
They cover their head.. but they still continue to gossip..
They cover their head.. but they still wear tight clothes that show the curves on their bodies..
They cover their head.. but still their heart habour dark intentions..
They cover their head.. but they don't pray..
They cover their head.. but they behave worst than a whore..
And then they feel that it's their God given rights to tell me to wear one. And chastised me when I pointed out all these points to them. Their reply? "Hey, at least I am covered!"
What the &^%$?
Fine..
I admit this is a sensitive issue for muslim women. Some of them like to sweep this under the rug instead of discussing it with me because, the points that I brought up ARE valid. Some even labelled me as old-fashioned for thinking like that~
Some women said that my lifestyle won't change when I start wearing a tudung. They said I can continue going to swimming lah, go roller blading lah.. etc etc.. But when I checked again, I realised that these claims contradict each other.
Yes you can go swimming. But only if the place is only for ladies and it's not in the public where the men can see you.
Why so strict?
Some will say, "Islam tidak memberatkan umatnya.." And then they put on the tudung, long sleeve t-shirt, long pants.. and dive into the mixed public swimming pool..
What they don't know is that, when their clothes are wet, they cling to you like a second skin and every inch of your body is exposed like as if you are naked. Bleah~~ No difference from watching Baywatch.. Really~~~
Then some said, "Islam is moving forward. Mengikut arus kemodenan."
But what was stated in the Quran?
Surah an-Nur verse 31 clearly states,
"And say to the faithful women to lower their gazes, and to guard their private parts, and not to display their adornment except what is apparent of it, and to extend their headcoverings (khimars) to cover their bosoms (jaybs), and not to display their adornment except to their husbands, or their fathers, or their husband's fathers, or their sons, or their husband's sons, or their brothers, or their brothers' sons, or their sisters' sons, or their womenfolk, or what their right hands rule (slaves), or the followers from the men who do not feel sexual desire, or the small children to whom the nakedness of women is not apparent, and not to strike their feet (on the ground) so as to make known what they hide of their adornments. And turn in repentance to Allah together, O you the faithful, in order that you are successful."
(Shamelessly copied from http://www.muhajabah.com/surah-an-nur.htm)
What is it about the verse above that can be modernised? We can't even show the curves on our bodies and have to wear loose clothing. Sigh...
And I haven't even touch on what my non-muslim friends have commented. That would take forever seh~
Most of the time I'll just ignore their questions because some of them are meant to mock me & my religion.
And then ah.. Some people can live all their live side-by-side with a muslim and yet still be ignorant about Islam. I mean, they ask really ignorant questions! Macam nak kena smack~
The reason why I decided to wear tudung is...
It's a long story.. so bear with me..
On 24/06/06, my mom was warded in the ICU in Tan Tock Seng. She had difficulty breathing due to the build-up of fluid in her lungs.
When I saw that sms from Busu, in my heart I panicked. Oh no oh no oh no oh no~
Then the thoughts of losing her seemed so real. I can't help but think about the Lina's mom who passed away while she was in the ICU.
Along and family, Ayah and all of us rushed down to TTSH. Because of state she was in, no one was allowed in to see her. So the rest of them left for home that evening but my in-laws and my hubby stayed with me because the doctor wanted to have a word with me.
It was nearly eight when the doctor came. I also get to see her as well. She was unconcious, with all kinds of tubes inserted into her. It wasn't a sight that I was ready for. I almost broke down in tears seeing her like that.
I kissed her dearly on the forehead and fought back the tears. She was sedated because it would be very painful for her if she's awake. Her hands were cold and she stirred when I tried to massage some warmth into her. I would had traded half my life with God, everything I have.. just so that she won't be in that position.. To make it even worst, the doctor told me that her heart was not beating regularly. It was very weak.
The nurse passed me her belongings to take home. Her blouse and bra was cut open. And there was blood splattered on my mom's bag.
That night, as I washed the blood from my mom's bag in the bathroom, the dam burst. I couldn't stop crying. A million scenarios kept on playing on my head.. What if this.. What if that..
I remembered that I've never prayed so hard in my life. I prayed to God to lessen her burden. I prayed that if she was meant to be taken away from me, I asked God for the strength to let her go.
And then, I made a small niat, that I will start donning the hijab when my mom's condition had stabilised and taken out from that dreaded ICU.
And lo & behold~~
The next morning, my dad called and said that she was taken to a normal ward. I was so relieved with that piece of news that whatever my dad said after that didn't really register in my brain. Hehehe.. I didn't even copied down the location of the ward.
When I told hub of my niat, he seemed pleased with me. He said he supported my decision. That morning, when I wake up feeling so weak and drained but when I heard the news, I feel re-energised. Hub was really amused with my behaviour.
So, that's the story behind the new me~
I know I may not be wearing it perfectly, but I am still in the process of learning.
Everyday I ask for forgiveness from Allah, because although I am covered physically, I have lots of photos that show otherwise. I pray for Allah to understand and give me more time.
And also, if I've offended some of the readers with this post, I am truly sorry..
Tapi kan..
Saper yang makan cili, dia lah yang terasa pedas nyer~
;p~
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