Offer Letter!

Hi all,

I think it is not too late for me to share my happiness. I got the job with IRC!!! Yay!

It had been awhile after the last interview in IRC office. I waited for quite sometimes before Raya celebration, but I told myself that office might be close due to the festive days (although the office is in Bangkok). Though I was busy celebrating Eid ul Fitr in my hometown, I can’t keep on thinking about the interview and the job. I never stopped praying and du’a for Allah to grant my wish.

On 24^th of August, while we were on the road on the way to my cousin’s wedding in Kuala Kangsar, I received a phone call from Bangkok office, delivering the good news. But the catch is that they were in the process of contacting my reference. Again, I prayed hard for this stage to go smoothly. Unfortunately, Allah gave me a slight test when my references were not replying the email. I tried to contact Gregg, but he didn’t reply my email. It is kind of odd as he always quick in responding to emails. Then, I discovered that he was on vacation and the internet access was slow and limited.

On Malaysia Independence Day, I received the most awaited email; the OFFER LETTER. I was happy. Happy. I just don’t know how to describe my feeling on that day. Content. Totally content.  In the email clearly stated that I need to join IRC by 17^th of September 2012.

But the drama isn’t finish yet. The next few days, I received another call from Bangkok office, saying that they can’t have me until 1^st of October 2012, as my future manager is travelling in the meantime. However, I’m looking forward to move on from here. I just want to close this book as soon as possible an deager t start a new one. Insya Allah!

They are So Glam and I Envy Them

I have no time to update my blog!!! Though I have many things to jot down as many things happened but I have to settle many things first!!

However, come and join me to unwind ourselves by browsing beautiful people in beautiful clothes. As I mentioned in my previous post, I love to read fashion blogs and I love to stalk many of these bloggers.

Today, I would share with you three of the blogs that always make my day. I love they mix and match the clothes, I love the expression they put on their face and body, I love the way they present it to us. I love the whole package they portray to us.

Diana Rikasari

I started to stalk her since I was in Kuwait. She is an Indonesian who lived in Kuala Lumpur for quite sometimes. Graduated as an engineer, she is a full time fashion designer and blogger currently. She will play dress –up everyday and I can assure you that you will be amaze every night before you go to sleep with her crazy mix and match fashion. It was a time when she wore her tights as a cardigan! Diana has her own shoe line called UP! The design is chic and very up-to-date. Enjoy this link!

Aureta Thomollari

I want to be her! She is a jet-setter, socialite and always look gorgeous. Seriously, I envy her! I love every detail she shown in her post. The accessories, the hair style, the make-up, her face expression, her body pose; the background scenery… every single thing is close to perfect! Enjoythis link!

Dian Wahyu Utami

Or famously known as Dian Pelangi. She has her own fashionline and boutique. What an accomplishment for a 21 year old student! She is a hijabster and I like the way she wear her hijab. I love her red lipstick and the bold colour outfits. I love the way she glams up the simple clothes. Nevertheless, I still have no chance to visit her boutique in Bangsar. One fine day, Insya Allah. Enjoy this link!

Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka! Happy Birthday, Malaysia!

From morning till now, I’m listening to ‘Saya Anak Malaysia’ song. Tomorrow is my country’s Independence Day. I’m so thrill to celebrate as this is the 55^th year Malaysia commemorating the independence of the Federation of Malaya from British colonial rule.

As for me, many years before I felt that it was just like another holiday. A little breaks during weekdays, off from office or school. But as I grew older, I started to appreciate what does it meant behind the celebration. It isn’t about the marching in front of the Merdeka Square or putting the small flag at front of our car. But it’s about the freedom to do it so.

With the freedom, I can move around my country, say what I wish to say as long as it doesn’t touch sensitive issue that might raise up unwanted spat, go to work, chill at the café, get medical assistant when I’m not well and many more.

I don’t think I’m able to enjoy it if my country is still under other’s supervision. Now, we rule our own country, we decide what we want and we freely can execute what we plan.

Unfortunately, there are many Malaysians who are not being grateful, and raise up sensitive issues which shouldn’t be discuss (i.e Malay special privileges). BERSIH Rallies are events that bring nothing but shame to our country. If you are not happy to be a Malaysian and think this country is not good enough for you, please get out from here. I believe, if you have a taste of staying abroad, you will appreciate your home country. And if you have experience staying in third world country, you will appreciate what the government had done so far to develop our country.

Thus, stop complaining. Stop asking what the country can give to you and start asking yourself what you can contribute to your motherland.

SELAMAT HARI MERDEKA!

MERDEKA! MERDEKA! MERDEKA!

SAYA ANAK MALAYSIA! DAN SAYA BANGGA MENJADI ANAK MALAYSIA!

How many identities do you have?

Few nights before, while lazing at home and folding clean clothes, I caught a movie called ‘Identity’. The movie was starring by Amanda Peet, Ray Liotta, John Cusack and many other big names.

It’s about a bunch of people who ended up at the same motel and one by one was been killed. In finding the killer, they found the similarity between them. Actually all the persons in the motel were the characters of a person as he had split identity. Some were good, some were bad. And at the end of the story, the bad character killed the good one.

This story is about us as well. Though it might not be as dramatic as this movie, but each of us has many characters in us. They are mix between good and bad and it lead to negative and positive outcomes. This is the nature of a human being and thank God, he equips us with brain to think rationally because we make our action.

There is no human being is 100% has angel heart or devil character. So, the killers still have soft spot in themselves and the ulamaks also have deleterious characters in them. It’s how they carry themselves, how they control they feeling and thought.

What we can learn here is that:

1. Don’t judge a person too fast. They might look deceiving, but the devil in them can still unleash

2.Control our bad habits, behaviours and character.

3. Find the inner peace.

4. Don’t be angry. A person asked Rasullullah SAW on how be in heaven. Rasullullah repeatedly replied and advice to not be angry. Rationally, if we get angry, we tend to lose ourselves and many unwanted things might occur because we are not being ourselves. 

MM and Somalia

Selamat Hari Raya to all! How was your raya? To those who don’t celebrate it, how was your holiday? Hopefully it was fabulous as you wish. Well, I’ll update on my raya celebration on next post as now I want to share something I’ve learned today.

I dragged myself from my bed to shower and prepare to work as today is the first working day after a long break. But it is kind of fruitful to me. It hasn’t end yet, but a lot of things happened. I went through a proposal and made my comments on it. And I attended a sharing session with Mercy Malaysia humanitarian worker from Somalia. He just drops by in between his mission to share with us on his work in Somalia.

First of all, I would like to clarify that this post is not about slamming anybody or any organizations. This post also doesn’t mean to hurt anybody’s feeling. If my ‘facts’ are incorrect, please let me know. I love to know more. My understanding is from secondary data and information.

Yasir, a Somalian, a fresh graduate handsome guy who has no experience in humanitarian work, is in my office to share his experience. He presented nice slides on MM work in Somalia. I learned that MM involves a lot with health cluster. To me it is good. Reason being, MM as a small INGO is mingling with other INGO; networking I meant!

He explained on MM work and MM involvement with heath cluster. From the explanation, I understood that though WHO is the cluster leader, their involvement is not as large as the name. The involvement is not as large the capacity. Is not as large the needs. That is sad. So sad.

I conclude that WHO is taking the advantage of the weak Somali government. WHO takes the advantage the media. They know how to get the limelight. They shine at the right time. We are talking about people who are malnourish, who needs your help. Thus, please get out from Nairobi, Kenya and help this people physically!

Yasir also briefed that Somalis have problem in trusting INGO because they come, they put down the goods, take picture and off they go!

I’m not complaining, but I guess some NGO or people making humanitarian work as a glamour thing to do. It looks sexy. I hope you get what I meant. They forgot the main reason why they are called humanitarian worker. It involves humanity, HEAVILY!

Hijab in Me

Raya preparation is not end yet. One more thing that is not done yet is my Hijab. I still couldn’t get the right hijab for my baju kurung. For those who don’t know what is baju kurung, actually it is a Malay traditional costume. It consists of a long blouse with a skirt. 

My history of wearing hijab starts few years ago. It happened in Kuwait, where I lived with my husband and our newborn baby, Maleec Ismael. My mother gave me lectures on the importance of covering my head and other part of my body since I was 15. But my ego was huge at that time, as I refused to do that though I know I have to bear with the consequences when qiamat (doomsday).

However, my pregnancy and child delivery changed my opinion about hijab. It's all because of my love towards my husband. He was there with me during my pain, holding my hands. From his face I knew he wished I could transfer the pain to him. During my confinement, he was the focal person; fetching Maleec from the crib for breastfeeding and helped Maleec to burp after he was full. In short, he was by my side all the time, going through the hardship with me. And I know he did that because he loves me so much and it is his duties to do all the stuff. He did his part and I didn't do my par Why did I say I didn't do my part?

My first appearance with head scarf

In Islam, a woman has to cover her entire body except for her face and hand in front of non-mahram man. Thus, covering your hair is a must too as it is a part of awrah, otherwise, it is a sin. Once the woman is married, her husband has the responsibility to take care of the woman, including teaching her to practise the lifestyle as a Muslim. 

I don't want my husband to carry my sin just because of my ego. That is the reason why I change my image. It was easy after all. I don't have to throw away my wardrobe, rather I just need to add more jackets and cardigans to cover my bare arms. My mother was happy with the new me. She gave me lots of hijab. My husband was speechless and completely support my decision. 

I was ashamed when I went to the shop to get my first scarf. The woman asked me whether I just converted to Islam. I told her I was born as a Muslim, but only now I take the Islam law seriously. 

I'm happy that I've changed to what I'm now. I love my current image, but now I have a major mission to complete: getting a new scarf by today! Can you help me?

Anyway, I watched few hijab tutorial, tutorial, tutorial at youtube. Let me share with you, perhaps some might suit your style! Enjoy!

Force of Nature

Dear friends,

I've just updated my Facebook Page with more new arrivals. Please keep scrolling down as you might something new for your wardrobe. :)

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If you wanna have a better look at those lovely collections or need more information, please go here. We deliver worldwide.

Thanks people. Goodnite!

2012 Raya Preparation

Eid ul Fitr is coming, in 3 days! Are you excited to celebrate it? Are you sad to leave Ramadhan? To me, yes to both.

This is the first year I went through Ramadhan without my kids by my side. They are at my mom’s as my mother-in-law (MIL) can’t take care of them during this period. She clearly told us that she needs to rest for a month. Thus, my mom offered us to take care of the kids. I jumped in joy as I couldn’t imagine the kids with other people except with family members.

I went back to see them at most of the weekend except last week as we spent it by preparing for Syawal. Hubby can’t join me because either he was sick or he was too sad to say goodbye on Sunday when we supposed to come back to Kuala Lumpur.

Kids are happy at my mom’s. They are so close and clingy with all my siblings and my parents. When my mom left to Pangkor Island attending a meeting, my stepfather and brother took care of my kids. Alhamdullillah, I have reliable family members.

Last week hubby and I did clothes shopping for kids. We shop till we totally dropped! Sogo Complex was full with people as when we were on the escalators and looked down, it looked like colorful ants were after sugar. We managed to grab some cool outfits for both of them, and went to Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman to get their baju melayu. Wait for the pictures soon! I can’t wait to see Maleec and Aaron in their baju melayu.

Semut in Sogo Complex

Tudung bawal from Aidijuma

Necklaces from Jalan TAR

For raya cookies, I did 2 types only; biskut arab and my famous chocolate chips cookies. It took several batches as I did for my house, for mom and MIL too. It tastes good and it such a lost for those who can’t try itJ

Biskut Arab in the making

Crunchy chocolate chips cookies

Most of the people in my office are already left to their hometown. Sadly, I have to work till tomorrow. But the raya mood is already in me, thus I can’t really bother about work. Hehe.

Ok people, Happy Aidilfitri, sorry body and soul. If you are free, please drop by at my house a week after raya!

Childhood

I have 2 kids. Maleec Ismael, 3, and Aaron Idris, 1. I love both of them very much. I just can't describe how much I love them both. I want nothing but the best in their life. I believe every parents want the same for their kids. However, Allah tests each of us in different way. Some are very rich and Allah test them on how they use their wealth to help others. Some are not well in health and Allah tests on how patient are they in facing their illness.

This year, can say almost everyday I bought my Iftar dishes from Pasar Ramadhan. There, I can see lots of kids, as old as 4-5 years old, helping their parents selling food. It happens to be their parents finding money to support their life by selling food at Pasar Ramadhan. Its not a bad job, but I just feel so pity to the kids.

This evening I saw a kid, wearing an apron,  was attending his younger brother as old as Aaron on the stroller. His brother was crying, perhaps because he was bored or just didn't feel good staying on the stroller for a long time. So the older brother was pushing the stroller in circle as he has no where else to go, to comfort his little brother. I bet it is the last resort for their parents to bring them to their workplace.

At the busy Pasar Ramadhan, don't be surprise if you see mother and their kids on the road floor, asking for people's donation. Some of their kids are ill, not normally healthy like our kids. Some have normal kids, but their life is hard, must be staying under poverty line. Many times I saw babies stay at their mom's tits, just make me wonder is the milk is fully nutritional like us who can eat everything at anytime.

We may have different childhood experience. But as parents, we should plan the best for our offspring. Their life rely a lot on us. We are the one who mold them. Their presence determine their future. May Allah protect  all of us. Amin.

It's Because of Her

I'm old at heart. Seriously. When I was 4-5 years old, I was my grandmother's best accompany chewing betel nut wrapped in betel leaves. I love playing dress up in my grandmother's old clothes and I was like crazy looking after her kebaya when she was about to throw them away.

And I grow older, I start treasuring vintage stuffs. Vintage clothes, shoes, handbags, accessories and anything name vintage. It's hard to find quality vintage goods especially clothes in Malaysia, thus I made ones for myself!

I am becoming obsess with many bloggers, designers and celebrities that love vintage look. But today, let me introduce my blogger that I adore the way she don her vintage look.

It is... RHIANNON!!! I found her when I was still in Kuwait. Starting from that day, I becoming a regular in textile shops, buying cheap to make vintage inspired clothes. I'm so embarrass to show what I've sewn but I promise I'll show them one fine day.

Before, Rhiannon is vintage items hunter and she will sell it at ebay. But now she and her friends expand heir business by having their own collection.

This is the link to her website. My advice is, please don't get addicted to her blog! She is dangerous:)

Owh, and she introduces me to a lot of cool designers that we never knew they exist.

Please don't be fool by that innocent look!

I Am Happy!

I feel good today. So good! So good!

Ok, hihihi... lemme story mory what happened today....

Eventually I applied a position in IRC-RSC as Caseworker. I'm excited (yes, till now!) when I learned that I was shortlisted for interview. I studied as if I have to get four flat. I studied hard.

And of course I managed to answered all the questions well.

But what made me so happy today is that I had the opportunity to be in UNHCR compound! OMG! It's like dream come true. That is a real battle. Helping out refugees is forever an emergency response.

Thanks so much for the opportunity!

My Mak

I'm sorry for not blogging for few days. Many things took place. Last weekend I went back to my mom's, to look after my kids. And of course to visit my grandmother who was just done a major surgery.

My grandmother and It me have a special relationship. Though she is my grandmother, but for 5 years I was her daughter. As I was born, my mother still in university, thus unable to take care of me. So, she sent me to her mother to look after her child. Eventually, I grew up, knowing my grandmother as my MOTHER. I even call her Mak, means mother, till today. My pain is her pain, my joy is her joy. My wedding picture is the only photo hanging at her bedroom wall after my grandfather died. And now she is in pain. I feel her, I feel her deeply. I wish I'm the one who has to go through it.

Mak has a mirror behaviour with me. We are sensitive person. We easily feel hurt. I understand that we should have least expectation on people. But that's theory. In real life, we expect our kids to give attention to us like we gave to them when they were little one. However, kids express their love towards their parents differently. Some will pour with money, but have no time for the old chaps. Some will go back once in awhile and caress, kiss and hug their parents. And some will attend their parents need, but they just don't know how to tell them how much their parents meant to them.

It was deeply sad when Mak said she wanna live with me when she is getting better. I don't how but if that's what she wants, I'll find the way so that I can make her wish come true. It is an honoured to have around. That's the least I can do for her.

Anyway, I always pray for her speedy recovery. I love you Mak.

And today, I was so shocked, trauma and deeply sad with the news I received in the early morning. Anies's mom died! She was so damn close with her mom. I can't imagine what she is going through now. Be strong, sayang!

Mak with my youngest son, Aaron Idris

Drilling gold in the middle of the sea

I've been married for almost 5 years. I'm happy with my marriage. I openly talk about it with people that I trust and I'm close with. I'm married to hubby when he was working with Schlumberger as Measurement While Drilling (MWD) Engineer in Kuwait. Thus I followed him there. I'm writing this in a point form since I'm lazy to write in long para.

Positive

1.  The money can motivate you as it is good. They have fix salary plus allowance.
2. Everything is provided. Housing allowance, transportation allowance, kids’ education… name it. You just need to take out money for food.
3. You have plenty of the time for yourself. Talking about independent ladies who have ample of things to do. It gives you the status half married half solo as they are absent most of the time. You can do whatever you want, wake up at anytime, whether you want to bathe or not, no worries on cooking and tidying up the house. In fact, do whatever you wish to do.
4.  You get to travel! And it is free! Usually they have to attend training that will be abroad. It depends on their supervisor; some are nice and put your training in fancy places all over the world. Some are stingy that will send you to the nearest place. And they stay at posh hotel, for your information!


Negative


1. Their absent. Their absent make me sick, a lot of time. He wasn’t there throughout my pregnancy. He wasn’t there for Ramadhan. He wasn’t there on my birthday. The schedule can be suck.
2.  False hope. Not his fault. But my advice is don’t simply take it when they said they will be there at certain time. The timing for them to be at the rig is not fixed. It depends on many factors. Sometimes they thought they can wrap up in a week but it drags till a month.
3. Their safety. You are shit out worrying about them as the risks towards danger are high. They are in red zone most of the time. Pray hard. Don’t stop praying for them.
4. Worn out. They always burn out. Working at rig need a person who is physically fit. That is rule number one.  They work not eight hours per day but at least 12 hours per day. Sometimes it is 24 hours and sometimes 2 days sleepless night in a row. They jump from one rig to another too. An accident that made me really sad to both of us was oneday that I was told by him that he was on the way home. I was super excited since we haven’t seen each other for almost a month. But I received a call from him (I know it was hard for him to make that call) saying that he has to go to other rig as they didn’t have enough engineer. My heart was crushed. It wasn’t his fault. But it devastated me a lot.
5. They are available 24/7. Yes! That’s the deal. So, anytime they be call up to report duty, off they have to go. There were times when we were at mall, almost sleep, while having movies and many other occasions that he got the call to go to the rig.


Conclusion


1. Life is not easy. Sending hubby to the lift is the hardest thing to do at that time. I was dragging my feet back home and close the door of the empty house everytime he left to the rig. 
2.  It has a balance positive and negative, but it is extreme. The money can make you extremely happy but the work schedule can put both parties at extremely stress level.
3. You have to know how to tackle them. They are tired. Give them a break. Try to find the way to make yourself happy. Work, kids, shopping, whatever!

Why my post today is about my past? Because he told me he wants to get back to the rig. I just can’t let it happen as I know how it will affect my life, our life.

And recently there were many news involve people working at oil rig. Thus, it was a generous offer Baker Hughes, thank you so much, but no thanks!

Marriage and ME

Marriage is not a simple relationship. It unique, it’s complicated. Just imagination two different people, with different mindset, are living under one roof. We, even individually sometimes have mix problem and battling with ourselves. Imagine when we have different interest and have to settle for the best.

Human being is not a robot. We have feelings, many kinds of feeling. And it is control with our brain and heart. Sometimes, we might lose our grip. So what are we holing on? Again it comes back to the sense we have, religion!

I admit sometimes I had low time with my husband. Sometimes we quarrel on the pettiest thing in the world and not worth to discuss. But that is not important. The important thing is how you handle it. It doesn’t mean you have to scream to get what you want. Discuss and tolerate. When misunderstanding or different interest takes place and the situation is heating up, you just have to know how to stop. Just relax awhile and collect yourself. Remember what the purpose you have this conversation: to get the best result. Thus, calm down.

Seriously, this is a bloody reminder to me. I love myself, kids, husband, parents, siblings and family. I don’t want to regret with my fool act.

I can’t stop thinking bout the lady that was found dead by her husband in their room, hanging herself at the fan. http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/Dalam_Negeri/20120730/dn_14/Eksekutif-TV9-ditemui-mati

How about her son? Husband? Parents? I know I’m not in her shoes. But I guess I learn a lot from this tragedy and to value more what I have in my life. I have to be wiser in many things. Ya Allah, please guide me. 

The Iftar of Ramadhan 2012: First week

Let me track back of where we get our food for iftar:

Day 1: We were at my Mom's in Sungai Petani. Mama of course cooked delicious dishes. We had ikan bawal with sambal, roasted beef in black pepper, big prawn fried with. We also bought some food at Pasar Ramadhan near Mama's house. The price was cheap and the size was quite generous. The taste was good too.

Day 2: As we were coming back to KL and we started the journey at around 1pm, I decided to not to cook. Hahaha.. I know... I know.. the reason is lame. But I still have no mood to cook. Plus I was eager to try out food at param. We chose Wangsa Maju Param to buy our food for iftar. The familiar people selling the food this year. same as last year. The menu was the same though the stalls was in a long line. Hubby was craving for gulai nangka. So he bought RM2 and got around 3 pieces. Also same goes to me. I bought kerang at RM2 and got only a scoop of it. And the taste was sucked! Even the RM2 murtabak was like a pancake. Damn! I ban PARAM Wangsa Maju for this year's Ramadhan!

Day 3: We've been to this PARAM before. The food was alright. We hope it won't let us down for this year round. We went to Wangsa Melawati Param. It stalls line was shorter than the Wangsa Maju's but the food looks more deceiving. Hubby still looking for his gulai nangka. This time around, he bought it with rice and just cost him RM6! It included veggies as well!! I got my rice packed with sambal udang and it was merely RM3!! How wonderful! The taste was good too:) But the murtabak's taste was quite dissapointing. It's ok. We have plenty of time to get a good one:)

Day 4: Since we had a good experience yesterday, we went to the same Param today. We went to the same stall and I had the same menu. Beside, we have cucur cempadak. With RM2, you got 5 pieces. Generous? Not at all!! But its ok for the craving tummy:) Back home, when I opened my packet for iftar, it was so shocked to find that the rice is almost mouldy. It's ok. It's only a part of it. We had watermelon juice as for drink. Alhamdullillah!

Day 5: We decided to cook!! And it was a disaster! Hubby did spaghetti and I made lasagne. I didn't even taste my lasagne. The cheese just don't get it right! Damn! I was hungry throughout the day! Damn! Never to cook again!

Day 6: We went to Danau Kota and I had nasi beriyani! Nyumm!! Hubby had nasi camur. Also nyum!

Day 7: We bought food at Danau Kota's PARAM and break the fast at my in'laws'. It was great! The food was fine. Good to be surrounded by family. Apan was at home too.

Multi-Tasking

Who never perform multi-tasking in their life? I bet everubody experience muti-tasking in daily life, e.g brushing your teeth while under shower or watching television and eating at the same time. 

I appreciate time so much. I value every second that I have. And I always believe that I can achieve a lot of things in a short time if we plan it well. I hope my confession wouldn't leave people with wild judgement on me. Actually I always count each time I make steps, e.g when I'm putting on clothes or the time I spend in the shower. 

To be frank, I 'm quite proud that I can do multi-tasks in many tasks! I always brag about this to my husband. 

However, I just found a thing that I can't do it together with other stuffs: EATING!! Since I have kids, usually I can't eat in peace. Normally I have to stop in the middle of it to do other stuffs; e.g giving them food, changing their diaper, becoming referee and many more. I lose weight since I'm becoming a mother and right now I'm INVESTIGATING the reasons of my weight loss. I figure out that multi-tasking while eating is one of the culprits because at the end.. I wouldn't finish up my food. 

Conclusion: NO MULTI-TASKING WHILE EATING!!!

New Environment

Today marks 5 days me working at MERCY Malaysia. I'm a Disaster Risk Reduction (DRR) Officer under DRR Department, under Operation Division. Currently I have no Head of Department as Puteri, Aishah's friend, left. So the acting HoD is the Operation GM. There are 4 officers including myself, an assistant and an intern. I have two projects under my belt and is looking to add more project that will keep me super busy.

Today also, I'm the only one left in the department as some are out for mission, training, and also on leave. I have nothing to do except for browsing the blogs, jumping from one to another. Currently, the leftover in the office are enjoying watching movie (I don't even bother to ask for the title) and I'm here on my desk, scribbling this note.

Life has been crazy since I started working on Monday. Travelling by LRT and has more than 10 stations to stop, make me tired. I always arrive early to work, say at 8.40am because I want to leave early. Juma will fetch me at Taman Melati station as he already at his mom's once I start make my journey back home. Usually I'll be super exhausted once I reach home and off to sleep at around 9.50 pm.

Lunch is not much hassle as in Ampwalk last time as Pasar Seni offers variety of food. I have my lunch gang already, or if I have no choice, I'll go with Takako, our GM. I know already which places offer good price for food. I like eating at my desk as I'm a very lone ranger type of person but a makcik made a complain on it.

So far, I'm enjoying my work in Mercy Malaysia. It's a new challenge and I'm up to it.

My outfit on the very first day

Afiq is Getting Married

I have four brothers and zero sister. 

I love them equally.

But I have a brother that we've been close since we were kid till now. He is the person that I'll call if I'm in emergency. He is a person that I'll share news about anything, bad and good. He is a person who will listen to my crap talk. He is the brother that understand me in and out. 

And he is getting married.

I'm shocked with the news. I'm happy for him and at the same time I'm sad that I'm losing him. 

After all..... we had grown up and that part and parcel of life. 

All the best, adik!

While You Are Away

Many things happened while Hubby isn't around. Many things happened that change our life.

1. Maleec went through potty training

I think Maleec is ready to be diaper-free. I've been thinking about this since a year ago. However nobody can help me with it. My mother-in-law is busy with other grandkids and my maid that worked with me ... well.. can be said as... hopeless! I took this chance to train him. I just make him wear pants without diaper. At my hall, which has carpet on the floor, I spread the bubble wrap that I save since I got back from Kuwait. Maleec has to stay on the bubble wrap, no where else. With 2 pees on the floor and a poo on the bubble wrap, he is diaper-free now! He will tell me whenever he needs to do his business. But he still wear his diaper if we are out or when he sleep. Nonetheless, I notice that he wouldn't pee in his nap. He will wait till he wakes up! Good boy!!! Tick for Abang, tick for Mummy!

2. Aaron is walking

I'm a mother of two and I believe 100% that mothers have instinct on their kids. I have a very strong instinct that Aaron is going to walk soon. It's cute watching him learning walking. At first, he gave up. He found it is too slow to reach another point, so opt for crawling. Sooner, he starts walking though he fell most of the time. He walked like a zombie and rushed when he was about reaching his destination. Still, he can't perform with shoes on. Eventually now, he walks most of the time and can walk with shoes on! He enjoys walking at park.

3. Maleec is a parrot

Everybody waits for this little boy to talk. And now he is talking non-stop!! Though he can't make it in a sentence yet, but he can express his needs! That is the most important thing. When I bring him out, he will say out things that across him. Bird, trees, pokok, cat, whale, swimming pool, adik, and many more. At home, he can tell me he wants yummy (food), drink, pee, poo, bee (tv), bobot (Transformers movie), an others! I love to see this progress, but frankly I'm tired answering to him. LOL. Whenever I'm angry towards him and scold him, he will imitate what I say! What a cheeky young boy!

4. MERCY Malaysia

Believe it or not, I went through three times of interviews to get this job. Yeah! I got the job, as Disaster Risk Reduction Officer. I have mix feeling on this issue. Will elaborate more when time is right.

5. WHO Procurement, Cyberjaya

I went through the technical test last night. It wasn't good. Hopefully miracle happens. I want this job badly. Seriously!

6. Familia

 I had few panic attacks. LOL. But it's not funny ok! Seriously it sacred me to death. I thought I'm dying. My brother, Fazran Arief, came to accompany me for a week. It was a relieve to have him awhile. MIL and BIL came to look after the kids while I went for interview. Mummy, Uncle and other siblings always keep in touch with me, keeping me safe and sound. Thank God I'm surrounded by great people. Alhamdullillah!

 7. Facebook Page

I made a page where I sell clothes and accessories. If happens to be it isn't sell, I can wear it by myself! Hiks. Here's the link: http://www.facebook.com/StyleLimitedEdition
The idea is to get the stock while travelling. It won't be restockable. That's the beauty of it and that's the reason it is called Style- Limited Edition.

8. Aaron is One

Our baby is one year old already. How fast time flies. He is a cute cheeky liltle brother to abang, apple in mummy and daddy's eyes. He and abang are inseparable. Yes they dofight, but most of the time there are each other companion. Great to have you in the family, Adik. You just make us complete. Happy birthday sayang!

That's the major milestone so far, I guess. Can't wait to see you on this Saturday. Have a safe flight darling!

Separuh jiwaku pergi mengiringimu

Memang! I cried while hugging Aaron when hubby left to Japan. Memang drama, kan? And Maleec brought some toys to cheer me up. He thought Mummy is like him, sour face can turn to sweet face when been bribed with toys. Perhaps, it's true. But Mummy's toys are expensive, say, LV or Gucci or Prada, even Coach pun boleh lah!

I had a panic attack. It went difficult for me to breath in breath out. I started calling my mom. And she said she will pujuk Adik, my youngest brother, to come and teman me as he is on his semester break now.

Last night, I had difficulty to sleep as well. Serba tak kena. I miss you Sayang. Rindu sangat!

Third Time is a Charm

It has been a week hubby in Japan and we are still surviving. Alhamdullillah.

today I have to dragged myself out of bed early since I have interview at 11am. It is work interview and today marked the third interview for the same position at the same organisation. Hopefully I'll get it:)

We filled up our hungry stomach at normal junction before heading to Gombak to leave the kids with their grannies. We read as me and adik ya! Maleec cried and Aaron was speechless after awhile not been sending to my in-laws' house.

Then we rushed back home for me to get ready. But yikes! I was late. I was late for nearly 10 minutes and the organisation's receptionist was on the phone, asking the details of her job interview that will take place tomorrow! Double sucks!

The whole afternoon was filling up with restocking my goods:) Adik was a great companion. thank you so much. And alhamdulliallah I have a buyer today.

Malam was quite horror. Since the pipe in teh kitchen is blocking and the floor will be flooding if we use the sink, I have to wash dirty dishes in the bathroom. This bring down my mood of cooking. Seriously. Luckily Mak packed some dish for dinner. So I just coked rice and heat up the leftover. But adik was not a great help here. Hmm... What to expect? Lower your expectation please, Fatin!

After all, it was a great tiring day!

Enjoy your weekend:)

My sunshine!

Second Round and It's Lock!

I was super nervous today. MERCY Malaysia called for second interview and I didn't know what to expect. However, my expectation for this interview is high. I pushed myself to the end, study macam nak score four flat. Hahhaha.. Lama tak nervous macam ni.

Mak arrived with Rayyan and Apan at 12.20 noon, to look after the kids. I quickly dress up and rushed to the lrt station. Hell! I had to climb the bukit as I parked atas giler since tade parking. Paneh yang macam nak hujan pun ada. Quickly I walked to the lrt station, as I don't want to get wet to my very important interview.

I arrived early and caught puteri, Head of DRR, when she was about to head to lunch. She insisted me following her to lunch. My pleasure Puteri!

The interview went well. Quite laid back actually. I was happy to have a good chat with Head of Relief Operations. Yew is well experience person and he talked non rubbish, non political and it a very refreshing talk!

While driving back, I saw a tweet from Apan saying that Adik is locked in the bedroom! Panic ok! But when I called Apan, he said Adik is out already and our neighbour is the shining knight. Thanks Mak and Apan!

Attention! Attention!

Hi all,
Just wanna share with the whole world that Aaron Idris Azzumar, our second son, had started walking since... TODAY! Clap clap clap!

Yup! Fresh in my memories, still :)

Maleec's Potty Training

My day didn't start as early as the day I have to go to work. Kids were my alarm clock.

And today is Maleec's first day on potty training. He is 3 years old and still on diaper. We don't have trouble with him being on diaper, only we worry about him being unable to control his pee and poo when he is going to school next year!

So, today's mission is making Maleec diaper-free. I lay the bubble wrap sheet as I can't find the plastic sheet. i know we have it somewhere in the store room. Anyway, I spread the bubble wrap and put tape at the edge of the wrap across the carpet as the wrap's dimension is smaller than my carpet. And I put Maleec in the center of the wrap.

The training site

First pee, he peed on the wrap. Second pee was somewhere near to the dining table. Then he pood at the center on the wrap. I was telling myself that i should give him like a month to settle himself with this new environment.

But he surprised me! And that was it! After that, he seemed to understand the concept and will call me up when he feels like expressing himself!

Weekend Without Prejudice

Another lazy weekend for us. Please take note, you gonna hear more words 'lazy' in couple of weeks since I'm jobless now!

We had breakfast at home, thanks to hubby! Lunch also nothing much as we tapau a lot from Kak Dilla's kenduri. So, there is no food issue for today.

*tade keje*

Hubby spent most of his afternoon around malls in KL as he was looking for pants. His favorite pants is torn and it torn his heart, A LOT! And my hubby is good in buying stuffs. He found working shirt and some boxers beside his pants. So, mission accomplish.

Maleec was quite aggressive today. He threw his blocks container and it hit and torn my forehead. Seriously, it is painful. Hubby was making fun on sending me to clinic to get stitches and I knew goddamn well that he was teasing me. But secretly I was scared out of shit if I really need to get stitch. Damn!

*Dahi bocor kene baling ngan balang lego dier*

While I was playing with kids and hubby was having late lunch, say at 4pm, we heard noise from the next door neighbour. We knew they were quarrelling though we can't understand them as they talk in Chinese language. But the situation went peak when we heard as it physical abuse took place and no longer can stand being silent. So I rush to the door and was hoping nothing was happening in there. it was terrible as the baby was crying. My neighbour of the floor also pouring at my next door neighbour's house. In few seconds, the door was opened and a young man, with torn shirt, hurdled out with another old lady. then came my neighbour.

The guy is her daughter's husband and was wanting to take his kid away. My neighbour told us that the man has her house key. That frightened me up! He can come at anytime and kill all of them and run away with the baby. The baby is around Aaron's age. I never see the baby though sometimes I heard him cry. I pray that nothing is happening to this family.

Ok then, I'm so tired, my whole body is aching. Nite!

Aaron first experience in the swimming pool

*This is my first entry i blog using my mobile phone.

We supposed to go to Kuantan today to attend relative's wedding. However all of us woke late so no K fuantan

*I start writing using laptop. I found it is hard to write using mobile phone, period!

Anyways, since we woke up late and found that ridiculous to drive all the way up to Kuantan to attend a wedding and drive back home on the same (total: approx. 8 hours on the road), we attended Kak Dilla's kenduri kesyukuran. It was aqiqah for her second son, Zyad Reezky.

I don't know why I always feel warm with Kak Dilla and her family. They are nice and we are always on the same page when gossiping and all. It was a great kenduri, after all, it was organised by Kak Dilla. She is well-known with delicate details, from the table settings to the cuisine, to the door gift. Memang class abis.

Late afternoon, since hubby lending his hands to help Ababg Duan cleaning up the hall, I took the chance to bring the kids to the swimming pool. Maleec was on the float awhile and he was scared at first, after a long time didn't practise swimming. Aaron on the other hand, was all excited to dip in the water. Then, Maleec let go his float for Aaron use, as Maleec found his comfortable enough to browse around the area without help. However, Aaron refused to use the float and wanted to be free in the water. Aiyo! Penat ok membongkok.

As night fall, the two exhausted kids fast asleep, leaving their parents some free time:)

Bunga telur buah tangan from KD, AD and Ziqryl

It has been awhile I'm writing at this blog. Aaron is almost 11 months and last month we celebrated Maleec's 3rd birthday. He had double celebrations; one at his Wan's house and another one at his Tokmom's house.

We went back to Kedah on late Aril till 1st May as Cik Am wasn't well. His sickness make me sick. Yes! Of course! Well, I just hate to talk about it.

Anyway, today is a lazy day for us. We don't go out though it is weekend and don't cook as nothing left in fridge. But I did raisin muffin, but it didn't taste and formed well. Hahahaha...

Though lots of stuffs to write here, but i think we catch up some other time??

Till then, bye!