Alhamdulillah, 3rd day puasa for the family. Kekadang memang terasa nikmat Ramadan nih.
One word for me…SABAR. Let it be at work, the kids or just about anything. Tak lah sabar sampai takder reaction, but instead of counting to 5 (yes I count to 5 jer), I start counting to 15. The kids tend to get too tired to argue when they come back from school. Balik rumah, buat homework, baca buku, dah tuh duduk jer or play rugby at the backyard till almost buka time.
The husband did the sweetest thing yesterday. Alah orang mengidam nak berbuka nih, I was craving for Tom Yam Soup. I made one huge pot of Tam Yam soup last Friday and yesterday I was craving for it again. The husband was acting so indifferent to me, when I mentioned Tom Yam jer, he said 'yeah I dunno what I'm gonna cook tonight, maybe chicken again'. Then I went home and saw the Tom Yam soup brewing!!!! Hehehehehe…..happy gila! Dapat juga buka tom yam soup. Thank you sweet husband…I really appreciate it! Muahs!
My migraine is still lurking, the 'best friend' has arrived but this stupid migraine wouldn’t depart. I am trying not to be too dependent on medication. But sometimes gotta do what you gotta do. The classical music is still blaring, I wish I could just stay in bed and get rid of this pressure on the right side of my brain.
In the meantime…it's Thursday here! One more day and comes the weekend!
One word for me…SABAR. Let it be at work, the kids or just about anything. Tak lah sabar sampai takder reaction, but instead of counting to 5 (yes I count to 5 jer), I start counting to 15. The kids tend to get too tired to argue when they come back from school. Balik rumah, buat homework, baca buku, dah tuh duduk jer or play rugby at the backyard till almost buka time.
The husband did the sweetest thing yesterday. Alah orang mengidam nak berbuka nih, I was craving for Tom Yam Soup. I made one huge pot of Tam Yam soup last Friday and yesterday I was craving for it again. The husband was acting so indifferent to me, when I mentioned Tom Yam jer, he said 'yeah I dunno what I'm gonna cook tonight, maybe chicken again'. Then I went home and saw the Tom Yam soup brewing!!!! Hehehehehe…..happy gila! Dapat juga buka tom yam soup. Thank you sweet husband…I really appreciate it! Muahs!
My migraine is still lurking, the 'best friend' has arrived but this stupid migraine wouldn’t depart. I am trying not to be too dependent on medication. But sometimes gotta do what you gotta do. The classical music is still blaring, I wish I could just stay in bed and get rid of this pressure on the right side of my brain.
In the meantime…it's Thursday here! One more day and comes the weekend!
6 comments:
babe, you are SOOOO lucky! Not only does he cook, but he makes you the stuff you want to eat too!! you mean, he cooked the tomyam for you?? that's so shweeet!
yes dena, he cooked the tomyam for me hehehe.
ailin, hmmm i dont think i wanna trade my husband. HES MINE HES MINE!!!
Salam ramadhan ely,
I read your comment in my blog and as always I start tracing you (do this to all first comers to my blog).
Then, found out you in Frisco, states. For real ke nie?
But you didn't leave any link, so I start again all the rounds to find you. At last found you at sentral station.
Have checked you out and saw all the photos.
Hmmm....sama lah kita malay singaporean.
I may be wrong, I am half Indian and I feel you are too from your features.
Where is your port in spore?
Mine in the Bedok area.
Happy to know another singaporean malay like me out there with a non-malay hubby.
kak lela, hehehe. sorry i didnt put my link on ur blog. i didnt mean to be anonymous. good that u have found me!
yes San Francisco in the US. yang ada golden gate bridge tuh hehehe.
i do not have direct indian blood in me. my grandfather is org india penang and my grandparents fm dads side are javanese.
i still have an apartment in woodlands. my parents live there too.
your love story...oh so unique. mine is the ultra modern internet thingy hehehe. ur husband jepun my husband jewish...and we're malays!
vaaah sid preston so suwiiit one :)
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