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So we went to the baby fair, oh did I ever mention here that we're expecting. Surprised! :) Alhamdulillah, the baby is due on this Raya Haji, inshaAllah. You'll see a mini me soon. I still can't imagine mothering a child, but we are excited and scared at the same time. May Allah ease it all for us, amen. Back on the baby fair, we met this pak cik who promoted some sort of 'advise' on child education, he's selling some programme I believe, though I don't quite remember what it is. All that I could recall he was saying something about every child is born a genius. But only 3% become geniuses, while the rest .. uhm... become 'de-genius-ed' at the age of 3 by the environment or education that we put them in. How true? I don't know and I doubt it. How do you measure a newborn genius-ness? My husband, he wore the best skeptical look in the entire crowd.  Anyways, true enough, that environment has a massive impact on a person charac

We are not created similar to each other. The malay proverb says, rambut sama hitam, hati lain-lain. You might come from the same root, breathe the same air, eat the same food, wear the same cloth or even sleep on the same bed, but no matter how much we share and we care for each other in this world, in some circumstances we would differ from one another. Being married taught me that you could love someone so so much that you would give your life to him, but sometimes, you would still have a different opinion from your love one. Different opinion, different preference, different way of doing things and solving an equation. You could be so similar to your spouse in the way that you always pointing at the same bird and smiling at the same rainbow when you both look up to the sky  but the moment you lay your eyes to the ocean, the ocean seems bluer in your eyes but greener in his. The remote island at a far-far away of the horizon seems like a mystical creature that make up your imag

Some people like to tell stories, although most of the time the story that they tell is a mere retelling. Some like to write, stories that derive from their experience of maybe pure imagination. Anyhow, I admire people who can write or tell or write and tell stories wonderfully. My husband for example is a good writer, in a sense that he writes, although I might not fancy all of his writings and most of his stories are all unfinished, oh let me rephrase that, 'are yet to finish', I find him wonderful as a writer because he always manage to put his imagination into words beautifully. He manages to bring people into the realm of his imagination. I see myself as an imaginative person as well, I imagine all sort of things that you people don't want to know, yet I do not have the ability to always talk my imagination out, let alone write them and maybe or sadly the fact is most of the times I am just plain lazy. eheh. Sometimes, my husband talks about the stuff that he wants to

It rains a lot this few days, alhamdulillah. But I read on the star online that the government will continue with cloud seeding because the water volume in dams in the Klang Valley is yet back at safe level. Anyway, I read up a bit on cloud seeding and how its done.In a laymen term, what I understood is the operation is basically to spray some chemicals commonly used (silver iodide or dry carbon dioxide) onto the selected clouds.. The chemical will then vaporize with the existing droplets in the cloud or on its own depending on the type of chemical used... and induce rain. I wonder to what extent does cloud seeding is dangerous for health and how much it costs for every operation and why are we not focusing on the haze issue at its core or global warming in general and bigger course instead of resorting to such a temporary solution. Need to do more reading.  Oh yeah, heard that the petrol price Ron 95 will increase again tonight. Third time since I moved here a year ago. H

I posted this photo on instagram, but I had to put it up here as well, because it's just plain beautiful and I want to remember it. On days when I had some extra time to read my old post, I wish to come across this photo and look at it and smile, the way it makes me smile today. That's my ayah and his friends in the photo.Ayah is in green baju melayu and white ketayap . If you know my dad, he is not all cuddly and affectionate. I meant with hugs and kisses, unlike mum, I think mums in general like to smooch her kids. Its normal for dad to show a rather stoical characteristic.  Anyways, I guess other than wisdom, aging also brings up the tender side of a person. Back to the photo, it was taken on my wedding day. My ayah is hugging his friends, that's a real brotherly hug, you can sense sincerity by just looking at the picture.. it's so beautiful... a friend said it's cute and I have to agree. It is cute. But I guess if anyone should ask me, how do you de

I remember how he sat so calm in front of my dad, I had no idea if his smiles was a covering act or his palms were all sweat, but to me, on that day, he looked like the handsomest man on this planet.. His voice echoed, still lingers at the back of my head, when he answered to my dad, the aqad. He kept it simple, but I knew, we  knew for the better part of the deen is now complete. We knew, that a love is now sealed in the name of God, blessed by the wali, celebrated by family and friends with prayers and good wishes. It was still vivid, the way he, for the first time, touched my hand and held them, subtle but firm. I remember, part of my fingers were scalded through the jitters of the wait,  the henna couldn't help the concealing job, not quite a scar but I did find the marks debilitating. He understood. He placed his thumbs upon the mark while he put a ring on my fourth finger. Isn't him sweet? I was falling in love with him already. The first touch were e