My friend said that I’m getting more and more pissy each day. Actually, i think, bi**hy was the exact word, I don’t remember.

I like to think I’m just hormonal.

I wanted to scream at the cashier behind the counter earlier because he was taking his sweet time serving the customer in front of me, making small chit chat, offered to send her tray already full of drinks to her table, when there’ wa a long, long line (and I was hungry, so if I made a scene, I might not get my food).

I wanted to scream because the car infront of us was bl00dy slow (and I wasn’t even driving!)

I wanted to scream because I had to re-do a piece of work for the third time (but I know each boss had different opinion, hence…).

I wanted to cry because I saw my car and I miss driving it (this I don’t understand!).

I think the husband and I made the right decision not to let me drive for now because with how I’m feeling, I would probably just run over the car who took the most left exit from Kiarong to go to Kiulap at the big roundabout. Or the person who forgot to indicate or the person who braked first then indicate.

No it has nothing to do with my tummy being big that it kept on hitting the steering wheel. I’m just hormonal and can fall asleep while driving.

Oh, I would also like to scream when people call me fat, especially when they say it to other people. Skalinya?? Try telling that to my doctor who still think I’m not putting on enough weight.

Argh.

Or better yet, you try lah!!

Yes, yes, yes. I’ve been busy and too tired to write.

I’ve been getting panic attacks as people keep on reminding me how close I am.

I am also still getting the ‘you’re pregnant?’ looks and talk. Yes, still getting it at this stage! They must’ve thought I’m just bloated

I am getting tired of people rubbing my tummy but I just let them because their rubs will ease the itchiness a bit. Har har har.

I am also getting tired of people asking if I know what baby it is but I just let them ask because I want to hear their theories. Har har har.

But at the end of the night, when I lay in bed and feel the baby moving around and kicking me everytime I try to sleep on my side, I take comfort that Allah Ta’ala has murahkan our rezeki.

Two friends are getting engaged to each other soon, insya Allah.

Happy, happy, happy for the both of you

Busy, busy weekend ahead.

All the Hari Raya food, cold drinks and visits are already taking a toll on my health :S

p.s. Ren, I miss youuuuuuuuuu.

I am knackered.

Hari Raya has been good so far, Alhamdullilah.

Yesterday I met an uncle, who was away during my wedding and forgot I got married until my mum introduced the husband to him.

His response was something alone the lines of ‘aaah. i thought you were pregnant but i don’t remember you getting married so i was afraid to say anything just in case you’re fat’.

LOL. I didn’t really know what to say to that!

Other times, I had to endure people rubbing my tummy trying to guess whether it’s a boy or a girl and everyone had different (not to mention conflicting!) theories. Yesterday, someone said it will be a girl and today, someone said it will be a boy.

And yes, we are playing the guessing game. We don’t have any preferences, for as long as the baby is healthy, insya Allah.

So any baby gifts will be in neutral colour, okay? Hehe.

…and we have left Ramadhan with only this duaa- May Allah Ta’ala accepts all our ibadah and may Allah Ta’ala gives us another opportunity to enjoy Ramadhan again next year, insya Allah.

To family, friends & readers:

(i love this photo and you may have seen this photo featured on the husband’s website. i felt as if it depicts the serenity and simplicity of Ramadhan.)

To Ina, Aishah, Rina & Alai (all scattered around the world!), all of you will be missed dearly during tomorrow’s Pagi Raya at Nini’s place, including all the crazy antics you all come up with as well as the never ending photo opportunities the girls love to create. It will not be long before you girls will join us again, insya Allah, most likely being the same camera *ehems* and screaming girls, albeit having another certificate to your names. Hehe. Lots & lots of love from Abg F & Ka H.

Kemaafan dipinta jika ada tersilap kata, tulis (blog) atau buat. Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir & Batin.

Be safe everyone. Eat & drink moderately. Watch the sugar level! Hehe.

On a different note, I found decent flats to wear for raya AND I had to clear my shoes in the foyer and found out i have HEAPS of shoes at the in-laws. I was shocked, let alone the husband. Tee-hee. Nevertheless, I was allowed to buy a new pair since most decent raya shoes I have are heels. Hehe.

This page has been opened for the past 30 minutes- blank.

I have so many things to write about but I can’t seem to put my thoughts in words.

I am still hormonal (haha. what else is new, right?). I cried during terawikh last night and ended up eating 3 (yes, THREE!) donuts (thanks Baji!), a bowl of Nini Ujung Girl’s yummy yummy bubur and a big glass of ribena. Yes, this is all after terawikh, after having a big sungkai earlier.

No wonder I ended throwing during sahur. Tsk.

Self-control, woman. Hari Raya is tomorrow.

Speaking of Hari Raya, I received an earful from the husband last night when I told him I’m wearing heels for Raya. I went through my shoe closet last night and could not find decent flats for Raya and I thought, ‘hey, naik turun kereta jua ni.. lapastu masuk rumah orang buka kasut, maybe I CAN wear heels’. And so I packed my 2 pairs of heels to bring back to Jerudong.

So, either I can still get away with wearing heels tomorrow or I’m wearing birkenstocks or crocs. My kain is long enough to cover my footwear, you know. Har har har.

First day raya is all planned out, insya Allah, including a quick nap in the afternoon Second day raya is still a bit iffy as both side are having the ‘open house’. If you happen to be in the area, do drop by Otherwise, Insya Allah, there will be another one later in the month.

So, the question remains- heels or no heels? Tee-hee.

This is why I must not succumb to my nafs and cravings.

I’m having a mild case of food poisoning. No diarrohea (thank god!) but am feeling very woozy (can’t really decide if this is better than migrane though!) and feel like throwing up all the time (but I have an empty stomach).

Being hormonal doesn’t help as well. I ended up crying… just because. Okay, that’s a lie. I ended up crying because I was feeling woozy and could hardly get out of bed for sahur. The husband brought food and water to me in bed (hehehe!) and when he told me that maybe I should not fast today, I cried again.

I kept on thinking, few more days saja lagi puasa. Insya Allah, I can do it. Rugi inda puasa.

Hormonal, I tell you!

When I Hari Raya songs were played on the radio, I felt like crying (and actually cried once or twice).

When the doctor gave me medical leave earlier, I cried, because I felt guilty not going to work.

When I spoke to my colleague on whether or not to go an office function later, I cried.

Hormonal Banar. Tsk.

Its the last weekend before raya! I wonder how the shops will be like today.

Met my girl, who received the text from that certain restaurant, last night. Awu, ngalih ku kan mention namanya sebenarnya. Told her I thought it was hilarious and she said the others thought it was hilarious when she received the text too. Ia saja yang terdiam katanya. Hehe.

Her: Do you think that is a standard template text they sent when people cancel their booking?

Me: Hmm. Entah ah. Maybe. Or Maybe not.

Her: Aku kah saja kana hantar hate text cematu because I cancelled my booking.

Me: Eh, probably not. Don’t take it personally. They’re just like that. Watch the interview.

Her: Did they mention about the text in the interview?

Me: I only watched part 1 but I couldn’t make out what they were saying most of the time but they just look and sound all defensive.

To be honest, I just couldn’t be bothered.

Orang datang kah, nda datang kah. Orang bayar kah, nda bayar kah. I just thought being rude was uncalled for and I thought the text was just a one-off being rude thing.

This is as far as I am going to comment. For the moment, everyone around me has decided that we are not going to go there anymore. That is our decision. I think more pasal takut kali kami ani. Hahahahaha.

You have your right to decide what you want to do lah ah. What’s few measly people inda pergi jua kan? I am pretty much sure that ramai lagi orang Brunei ani kan ke sana. Tani lagi kuat makan kan. Tee-hee.

In Spikez words, where are we going to get our dose of tahu telur though? Hahahaha. Maybe when sudah lupa and taisliur banar-banar. LOL.