Monday, July 13, 2015

Ramadhan Random

Assalamualaikum

Hi

Reality bergelar umi adalah bila hang out dengan orang yg dah kawin, ada anak.. topik perbualan pun pasal anak demam, anak minum susu ape, anak bangun sahur jgk ke..

Kalau ada kawan single, tanya dorang buat ape time senggang, hobby, thoughts on current issues. Jangan tanya bila nak kawin, mane boyfriend, mane girlfriend.

Dengan kawan yg dah kawin tapi belum ada anak, jangan tanya bila nak ada anak. Bagi je anak kita main ngn dorang. Haha. Berkattt. Bia senang melekat bak kata kak long petir. Lol.

Ps: ape achievement ramadhan? Ape? Rasa2 boleh bangga dengan diri sendiri tak pagi raya nanti? #tanyadirisendiri

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Langit Semut

I can see the sky
The birds are flying
Clouds are moving by
My heart is light
The moon will be my witness tonight
In my dreams I see myself fly

Terbang
Terbang tinggi
Walau tanah di kaki
Kan ku cari langit

Terbang
Terbang tinggi
Awan biru menanti
Bersama pelangi

Always thought that I
Could be own my own
But you made me feel alive
And I don't feel alone

Terbang
Terbang tinggi
Walau tanah di kaki
Kan ku cari langit

Terbang
Terbang tinggi
Awan biru menanti
Bersama pelangi

Terbang
Terbang tinggi
Walau tanah di kaki
Kan ku cari langit

Terbang
Terbang tinggi
Awan biru menanti
Bersama pelangi

I can see the sky
The birds are flying


satu hari ayah pernah cakap ngan saya. "kakak ni tinggi imginasi". so i laughed. sebab kalau saya tinggi imaginasi saya dah menulis buku sekarang ni.. bukan blog ni. tapi tanya jugak la kenapa ayah cakap macam tu.. ayah pun cerita pasal suatu petang. kitorang tengah lepak sama2. saya masa tu still sekolah rendah. kitorang tengah tengok semut berjalan.. sederet.. bawak makanan etc. so saya dengan yakin letak tapak tangan kiri atas barisan semut tu. tangan kanan tunjuk langit. "ayah, itu langit kita" referring to the sky. "ini langit semut" tunjuk bawah tapak tangan kiri. hmm. ya saya masih ingat lagi hari tu. ayah cakap ayah terkejut. so ayah diam lama.. baru gelak. so yeah, i'm a special kind of weird. cakap tak pernah nak pikir dulu. main hambur je. kalau fikiran normal takpe jugak. ni pelik2. haha. k. tu je. 


ok, rindu ayah..





Friday, June 26, 2015

Pedo Alert

Assalamualaikum

Hi

Im a typical housewife, mother and wife. I like the idea of documenting every moment of 'big' events. But not to the extend of updating facebook status every hour. Or posting pictures of my homemade cooking (well i post pictures of my cakes but that's different because i dont bake much and it is only on instagram). Or hammering keyboards at every feelings that hit me; anger, sadness, happiness. Im more of the average jane who only shares other peoples shares. Who once in a blue moon shares instagram photos, which would be the picture of my daughter and that is it.

My latest find about the internet is that crazy horny phychopaths are smart enough to steal other people's pictures and post them online in porn sites! Worse, they steal pictures of children and categorise them under pornography? What a sick world we live in. And the children's pictures aren't even in nudes or anything like it. I mean, they get turned on just by looking at kids, fully dressed, maybe pose with legs a bit apart from one another (i mean come on, thats how kids sit because of the diapers and maybe because they're kids, they arent meant to sit still), lie down, or just sleeping. It is horrific. Knowing that these crazy people can access my accounts and steal my pictures and masturbate to them. Worse, my baby's pictures. I cant even imagine. Sick!

So as a precaution, i have deleted all of Zahra's pictures online. All. Every single one of them. Every pictures. Every videos. Sayang tak? Sayangggg. But i love her more. Im not going to jeapordise seeing one of her picture (which i uploaded) get on one of those sites. Sickening. I read that harith iskander, tomok and erra fazura's kids pictures are on the sites. I feel sorry for the parents and the babies. But ask ourselves, who to blame but the parents who uploaded the kids' pictures. As an alternative, im talking husband into printing all of our precious pictures and put them in scrapbook albums. Just like old days. Cuter right? From a parent to another, or a future parent, lets just take down all of our kids picture ok. Better, take down ours too.. because when i was scrolling down deleting zahra's pictures, i found my old pictures of which i was not covering my aurat properly. So i just delete all of our pictures.. everyone. To protect everyone else too (do you know that the crazy people can crop our faces and paste them on one of the pornstar's bodies, anything can be done these days ok). Maybe we should calm down with sharing every details of our lives. Being almost 29, i should slowly let this social media thing go.. lol.


Ps : an incident this morning, the land line rang. For quite a while. I was upstairs, pretty annoyed with the ringing and starts asking myself where in the world is my husband. Why cant he answer it. To my surprise, i saw both my husband and zahra looked at the phone while it rang. Just look at it. Standing in front of the tv and LOOK. Puzzled, i asked him "why dont you answer that?" My husband said, "it's 07". "So? It could be your friend". And what he said next cracked me. "Even i dont know our land line number. How would my friends know". Lol

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Photograph

Assalamualaikum




Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me
That's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home 

Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me
Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."



photograph - ed sheeran




isn't this beautiful.. :)


"In twenty years from now, I don't want to be just another name... In twenty years from now, I still want to be in your life... 



In twenty years from now, I want someone to stop you on the street, Ask you how you're doing, And bring up my name. 

In twenty years from now, I don't want your answer to be, "I haven't seen her in ages." In twenty years from now, I hope you say, "She's waiting for me at home.""





ps: ok here's a funny joke. my roommate told me.. "why does ed has no girlfriend?" "she ran". lmao 





Daddy's day

Assalamualaikum

Hi

Happy father's day to all fathers around the world, on mars, in whole galaxy and in the black holes. Jk. Happy father's day to my roommate, the blanket thief, fart machine which is also my teddy. Both Zahra and i, love you so much pass the moon and back a gazillion times. Also to my ayah and abah. All of us love you daddies so much.

Dear husband, thank you for keeping us safe and feed us everyday without fail. Thank you for the mornings you take zahra just so i can have a few minutes of extra sleep. Thank you for making her, her milk and feeding her with her favourite food. Thank you for putting up with her cries and tantrums. Thank you for watching hopla with her all day long. Thank you for bathing her, change her diapers. Thank you for singing lullabies to her. Thank you for putting her to bed. Thank you for letting her draw on your body. Thank you for all the games both of you play that makes her giggles so hard that she dreams about playing and talk in her sleep. Thank you for all the thousands of kisses on her face. Thank you for the warm hugs. Thank you for being so patient. Thank you for calming her down. And for calming me down. And above all that, thank you for being so sincere. Knowing everything you have done and what you're doing comes from your heart, makes us love you more and more. We are truly grateful for having you with us. You are our anchor, our super hero, our everything. Thank you.. for all the little things that aren't so little to us. You're so badass baby. Umi syg ayah. <3

Ramadhan kareem to all muslim readers. May all of us utilise this month by doing as many good deeds as possible insyaAllah. Keep a clean heart.




Ps : i'd like to talk about jon snow but that will just grind my gears so i'll skip.