Prankster hubby

We want our kids to be kids, even when it meant messy house strewn with papers, gooey forgotten play dough because we’d like to think that at least our kids will have a happy childhood. Hide and seek has always been their favorite.

It usually starts when daddy comes home from work, rattles the key to open the door and they will scamper to hide their butt but normally we could hear them giggling in their play house or behind the curtain or upstairs, underneath the duvet. 

We know where they are. but what makes them all giggly is when mommy and daddy plays along acting like we don’t know where they are and suddenly traps them all makes it an exciting small adventure for them.

I remember one morning hubby was back from jogging and asking me how i was.

Me:  Fine.

Zoul:  Darling, where is Lyra?

Me: She was here next to me with Sara….and Billi.

But…..now

Where is she?

Where are they?

So hubby called out for Sara and being a psycho mommy,  I started imagining the worst that could happen to Lyra and was prepared to run up the stairs to check, when there was a reply,

 “Daddy, we are in here!!”

We found them, giggling in their playhouse and finding it funny that we did not see them.

 (Bikin risau saja ini budak2.Tula, tertido lagi.)

The other night before going to bed I told Zoul to go first with the kids. I need a drink before bed.When I proceed back to the hall I was entirely focused on a little green light at the edge of the cushion wondering where in the world did that came from.

Confirmed that light was from the charging ipad, I made my way for the staircase to our room when suddenly out of nowhere an unidentified flying “object” jumped over and hugged me tight.  I was like a mad woman shouting my heart out and fighting to free myself, only to realize it was me own cheeky husband fooling me.

Zoul:  I love you darling.

Me:  Ceh…

Dear husband,

I will plot my revenge soon.

Love you…

Your Wife 

Moral of the story…..  be cautious with your prankster hubby.

(We will all miss you when you gone back to work  Zoul L)

Once upon a time...

Tiba2 teringat lagu ni......
How are you I wonder...

Supermom

A part of my freelance writing opportunity is concerned, more publicity work has been given to me… I am doing a corporate write-up for a small up-coming oil and gas company.  I am just starting up doing a very niche section of a big division and I thought it is a good start.

Still, you know how it is working for a new company where directions are still not concrete and although a strong advise is needed, they are not willing to pay much for it and there’s nothing  much  I can do. It’s not easy coming up with niche copy and I’ll just give them what they want or I’d just back out if the situation does not look that promising.

I’ve also completed some translations for magazine ads. It sure feels good when you’d see your work is out for the public reference.

I have learnt that although working from home is a blessing, it has many challenges, knowing when to turn off work, how/when to say NO to friends who want to go hangout. Above all I am learning to balance work, family, chores and errands without burning myself out.

I have more time and funny stories to share with my kids but  less time spent with Zoul since  we were partners in work and crimes before, for most of our offshore assignments but the only moments we are together now is when he is back onshore.

Besides, multi tasking I am neglecting my appearance, juggling the demands of work for a more productive and successful results.

Supermom….

A tailor.

Raising a twelve year old and a baby girl, I guess, has suddenly brought this other side of me. I have always loved to sew but never really pursued it until a best friend made me realize that life is not all about work and family. You gotta have time for things you love to do.

So during my confinement, I experimented my tailoring skill and manage to finish two pairs of baju kurung raya for Sarah with an estimated measurement for practice purpose. I used cheap materials except for the recent boat-necked baju kurung moden which I used the saree material I bought in Mumbai about 2 years ago…for myself.

I managed to finish up Billi’s baju melayu for raya… my first ever baju melayu creation for my beloved son.I have never tailored one before and it was not easy. Sewing the top was easier for me than sewing the pants but once I could perfect the technique, he’d probably be wearing home-made loose pants from now on and of course, due to the not-so-snug fit for the pants, I bought another material to try again. The second time works since I learnt to correct from the first imperfect try.

Just before I found out that I was pregnant, I visited my regular tailor for two pairs of baju kurung. I bought nice materials from my trips to Aceh and since her charges can be quite expensive, I decided to just make a plain baju kurung and enhance it later.

How true… I tried the very basic beading technique, the simplest technique anyone can try  on their baju kurung with the help of rich color beads and a creative ways of arranging the colors together….and the luxurious silk turns out to be even more classy.

I know I’ll be experimenting more since now I have resigned from work. In fact, I planned on doing more baju kurung for Sarah and another baju melayu for Billi.

I wish....I could make one for Zoul as well. 

I do not know how cranky or calm Lyra would be and planning is good, although it might not turn out the way you wanted…….

I am lost

As a writer, the most depressing part is, when you  blankly stared onto the screen, could not find the right word to start, could not correlate one sentence to another and the worst of all, you are bleeding to spring. 

For some, the capability to  kickoff an entry is imaginatively endless……and limitless……

I have been staring onto this screen for the past two hours, trying to find something to write. I guess, if your life is sparkled with a lot of fun or sad things, or many other things, you would not have any hiccups trying to connect sentences together. Unfortunately not every life sparkle is allowed to be shared here openly.

I noticed parents, were parenting their kids by the beach where we decided to have a little picnic. I could hear  a mom yelling to stop her kids skinny dipping far from the shoreline – afraid of being engulfed by the twirling waves.

Holes dug by the tiny little crabs were washed away, leaving the sand looked soft and fluffy…….

It was a typical evening here. Not that it happened every day, but the moment when nature stroke a rather soft gesture for a minor reception, it was not soft at all.

I still could not figure out how to initiate what I wanted to write, most probably I don’t have anything at all to write at the moment.

But deep inside me, I need to start writing again. It is like that I have lost my charm. I have lost something precious, something that was able to make me happy. I remember when I had so many things to write, I jotted it down everywhere.

Now I am lost.

Tribute.

When the late Syed ASM insisted and assisted me created tdmp.blogspot.com three years ago, my intention was to only write.

 Al-Fatihah........

I wrote what I had in mind since then.  My very first entry was about me moving on, after accepting the fact that certain thing will never go back to how they used to be. 

Being alone, I finally found my solace, writing something that is understandable by me only, for this blog is written for me, not to some random people I met on the flights or to friends that barely recognize my existence, or to siblings and parents  that don't even know this blog existed.

Writing has always makes me feel calm, and feel wanted, belonged  and secured because it is easier to write than tell. (tdmp is active,  with frequent updates,  random  pictures of those close to my heart and lists of my favorite songs on the loop.

tdmp is so special,  it is where I fell and scraped my own knee. It is my turf where I laid down hands spread up looking at the sky up above, head freed with worries because I knew that I just could toss everything in without having to think what others might perceive. This is my home where I saw my past, present and future.  There are A, H, N, M,(from FB) F, Y, Zoul (offshore) and many other alphabetical muses that used to color my blog.

I appreciate you, dear readers to have me in your feed and to follow me in your blog list, to read me whenever you have time to do so. How glad I am, I am just out of words. There is no adjective that is able to justify my gratefulness for you and your valuable time.

Reading  my  entries – my rantings, laments,  turmoil,  grieves  hopefully  will not make you think that I am such a cheap drama queen that scavenge your sympathy through my writings. I am never like that, and I did tiptoe  other  blogs but  never leave any comment or even  a trail.

Part of me is invisible.

Maybe, not to be seen is easier than to being judged.