Rushda

The One with the Broadband

I've been working my ass all week. Finally, the fever and the flu invaded and crushed my immunity. So here I am recovering at home. My first fever since the birth of baby Rushda. That's like, 11 months ago. Not bad ey~ Super Mom. Alhamdulillah. I got 2 days MC. Trick: Cradle baby Rushda in my arms. Dear carries bags of groceries, look disorganized, mention 'working with children in kindergarten', 'don't wish to spread virus'..... it works. *evil grin* It has been busy week at work. Things are not that good out there. The datelines, the people - I'm seeing tribes on strike against the authority, out to make things difficult for me. I can't believe it - my very own loving and caring colleagues, gang-ing up to sabo me. Bloody hypocrites. Well honey, there ain't enough room for that. Someone need to tell them, they can do whatever they like, I'll just be sure that I am the one to Outwit, Outplay and Outcast them. Damn those Ah Lians. Dear brought me to SITEX last weekend, to sign up for the starhub MaxOnline. We got our laptop hooked up, and we've been surfing eversince. The deal includes a Compaq PC. Yayness!! I cant wait. Dear gets his own PC, which means more time for me with my Dell Inspiron of 3 years. Im feeling HAPPY, yes I am. Why?? HAPPY that: 1. Baby Rushda can stand on her own now. Whoohooo. 2. Dear signed up for maxonline. 3. Its PAYDAY!!!! 4. Paid important outstanding bills (ada lagi, sheeessshh). 5. Swept away those habuk collected since January 2005. Alhamdulillah. Allah has given me the strength and opportunity. Updates on my blog knowledge- I've just downloaded Picasa and Hello. Anna showed me blogskin.com. Waiting for the right inspiration to change my blogskin. Nak botox kan sikit.

The One With The Indecent, Obscene Pic.

I was scanning through the digicam, and found loads of unloaded Hari Raya pics, and then I stopped. Oh goodness! Image 1955... ala Demi Moore. Look at that cleavage, that sexy navel and that pregnant-bump... Make a wiiiiiiiillllllllllllllldddd guess. No prize for correct answer. Geeez. What a sur-leee-pyyyy day. Can barely open my eyes. The kids have been great. Vivien is not sleeping as usual, worrying about her hair. It's only 2pm, and my right boob is engorged. Didnt have the "air-horn" with me today. Gotta wait for Rushda this evening. :) Got a fellow blogger dropping by this blog. Pretty exciting.

The One with the Ticker

Thanks Anna, for sharing about the Ticker and the Tag Board. Anna has her own blog. Its at www.annstory.blogspot.com. Anna is married to my brother. She is a SAHM; so you see, she has all the time in the world to blog her head off. She is quite good with it. I have made a countdown ticker for Baby Rushda. Here it is. STILL learning on how to put it somewhere prominent for all to see. Next... adding tag-board.

Goodbye Ramadhan

"A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went, But no time had I to repent..." It has been a blessed Ramadan. It has been so long since I felt the peace and marvel of fasting. This year is different, perhaps with the presence of Rushda and my beloved husband. Last year was an eventful Ramadan for me too. I was fasting for the full month of Ramadan, and I was in my third trimester. I tawakkal with the fasting, and alhamdulillah, baby was well. Pondering this line from a poem about death and regrets. I wonder if I have done enough to earn the opportunities offered in this chosen month. Don't you? Workloads, caring for my child - are these reasons good enough? Or are they just excuses. And as I wonder, Ramadhan has left. Goodbye Ramadhan.