Project:Home Part 2

The end of tht crappy interior. The beginning of something new....

Very very dusty home. After all that hacking. And yes, the big FAT ME!

Nothing much 'cept for a lot of constuction stuffs.

But we are so glad that we got rid of the tiles in the kitchen and toilets and living room floor.

More to update in our next entry.

Question: Why are electricians expensive?

Tsk.

On a separate note, my baby is turning 1 soon! oh my god, where did all the time go to?

Project: Home Part 1

So many things happened since Oct. Good and bad.

Of cos we blog only the good.

Anyways, the next phase in our married ife is of cos getting our very own CRIB!

We got our house during the recession. The 2nd unit we viewed, with no COV, and we just grabbed. Only after then we realise what a run down place it is but hey....when u pay no cash for it, its all worth it.

The entrance. The door to many more family memories.

The entrance frm the inside. Full height shoe cabinet?! urgh!

My cutey son with my MIL's trusted maid, Karmi.

That balcony which is kinda useless. Very small.

The kitchen complete with door and bar-window. Heh.

That eeky common toilet.

But we love the kitchen view!

Our master bedroom.

With the more eeky toilet! We seriously wonder how the ex-owners lived in this condition. I mean the valuation report has the same pic in its dirty state many months ago. We collected our keys on 9th Oct. They left at the end on Sept. How the heck can they tahan bathing in this kinda toilet?!

Anywhos, this is our house in its original state.

More updates soon!

My Son the Heartbreaker

That is my son. My jantung. My buah hati.

He is a heartbreaker.

I wonder, how can someone so little and still oblivious to the world, can break his mommy's heart in a million pieces.

Lately, he doesn't want me. He prefers his grandma more to me.

At first i was fine. Until last Saturday.

We had guests over for raya. He was clinging on to his grandma. I tried to take him away. He refused. Eventually, he cried and wailed so loud, when i carried him.

It broke my heart.

I went to the kitchen window and cried. My husband knew how at my worst i must have felt then.

After that, i refused to touch him. My mil tried to give him to me but i refused to take him saying, "what for? he doesnt want me."

I delivered him, i fed him, i put him to sleep, i cleaned his poo, i wake in the middle of the night to make milk for him.

Yet he prefers another more to me.

Tell me, how should i feel?

They say it's cos im pregnant that's why he is seeking attention elsewhere.

That suppose to comfort me? well, it didn't work.

Hairi.....Hairi tak sayang ibu ke?

I like making money

Don't we all?

So im upgrading myself to become.....well, once i get the cert, then can announce to the whole wide world.

Meanwhile, come join me do the easiest thing on earth!


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7 weeks from now

Like very the long. But yup. 7weeks from now, we hope to finalise everything and get the key to the gates to the door to the interior of our very own home.

And before we can even begin to feel happy abt it, we already have monetary worries. Yes. Having a flat this date is not the same as having it 4 years ago. Back then (mind you only 4 years apart) you can get a house at a fraction of what we're paying for. While I jealously admire my best friend for only forking out 500ish on CPF split between herself and hubby to pay for an 18 yr mortgage, me and hubby have to sabar and hope that 30 years will pass in a jiff (while deducting 400ish from each of our accts. tsk). Or maybe, dengan rezeki Tuhan, we can afford to pay more monthly in future? Insya'allah.

And although we are not anywhere near to even smelling tht kunci besi, we have the house reno to finalise. More $$. On top of that, the initial accessories to buy for the kitchen and bathroom. We can't have a nice bathroom with no toilet bowl can we? tsk.

That aside, puasa has been pretty easy for me. Unlike Hairi, my girl in me doesnt kick me tht hard when she realise no food is coming in during my normal lunch hour. Good girl. So far so good for me, so i aim to puasa full this year. And my Hairi is already 9 months old. So big, so smart, so full of tantrums. Sometimes i cry and beg Allah to make time go slower. Cos looking at him grow up too fast, makes me sad to think that soon, it will just be good memories. My baby, a grown boy. Haiz.....No wonder our parents nak kita cepat2 ada anak. They feel the same way too i guess.

Anywho, this year's Ramadan is different. My 2nd year with hubby is a bit slack. I don't need to wake up to prepare sahur for him. Neither do i prepare buka for him. A bit boring lah cos got maid to do everything. Wait till we in our own kitchen, i think i prolly cook up a storm for him! Yarrite!

Nevertheless, this year our Ramadan and coming Eid will be same and different. Same cos i had a bulgin tummy too last year. Different cos Hairi will be in our pictures donning on the same coloured baju kurung which we are re-using again from last year. So haps-sening, i can't wait!

Our Fairy Tale

My Ideal Castle will consist of....

I, the Queen.
Him, my King.
Him, my Lil-Prince and....

From Princess

and the doctor said;
"Looks like you're having a girl. See, there is nothing sticking out, and there is a v-shape here....."

Alhamdullilah.....