to close the week.

this pic was taken back when Busyra visited her grandparents in aloq staq and left mommy crying like a mad woman sebab my kids werent complete... :p

mommy's boy.

here you go.. everybody, meet my boy- Aydeen baby.
also known as aydeen hahamad didin by his sisters :)

i particularly love the way he hold on to my tudung :) heeeheee
(or some may interpret: holding on to mommy)

so..
he is almost 3 months now. *sighs*

Aydeen Muhammad Ahmad Zaidi was born 3.36kg at 10.16am in Columbia Asia Seremban on 3rd Jan 2012. It was one of my most terrifying yet wonderful day of my life!


lemme tell you the story from the beginning, no?

not a lot know that i was scared sh*t with this pregnancy. I was scared at death, being disabled, and other birth complications. i dont know what risks of 'lekatan' are etc etc. (i didnt dare to google cause then i tend to think about it more often...). i was even scared of the impending 'prep' procedure.


[selit jap... in government hospitals, (for elective c-sect) the prep is done hours before the actual operation. like in Hailey's case, i was being prepared for it (insertion of CBD etc) at dawn. after that, it was hours of uncomfortable state (dont get me wrong, i am NOT complaining. they are good and efficient. if i wasnt scared govt doctors may do a btl on me, i would 've just delivered in Serdang too...).
then, i will be pushed to the OR and being lifted la.. pulled at la.. and having your vajayjay stucked with lines isnt helping. and then, the waiting in the cold OR, waitng for the anes specialist and all the 'tegakkan belakang, rehatkan bahu'... OMG! i was even scared at that! abih selit]


i was still scared when we arrived at the hospital. but when Dr Intan came in the OR waiting room, she was all hyped up and cheerful. she said 'ok, Aisyah. I am ready. lets see if the OT is ready, we can go in'


such sempoiness. it literally made all my fears dissapear. :)

and there i was.. after waiting like half an hour in the waiting room, i literally walked myself to the OT. hopped on the OT myself! no tugging/ pulling. i was soo relaxed. in no time, the did the spinal on me. and before i know it.. dr intan was saying 'testing, testing'.

and i was cut.

and then, i felt like my inner organs were sucked out.

and then. it was then. i felt terribly wrong. i remembered the feeling, sh*t! i think im getting a gastric attack.
i said, "tetiba saya rase macam lapar la dr".

they cant give me anything, nor they can guarantee me having something to eat later- im on anes. i cant eat. or else, i may throw up and that is a huge no-no after surgery.

i try to shrug it off. especially when they brought my little boy to me. yeap, there it was. a boy :)


after everything was done, my gynae peeped through my surgery blinds (or whatever you called them), congratulated me and she was out. there. it was done.

until! i reached my room and yeap, i had that gastric attack in full force. its like that same 'nak mati' feeling again. luckily i was still numb and i cant feel my cut pain. they gave me those white solution for gastric and other painkiller drugs. alhamdulillah. i think i passed out a bit after that.

oh well. alls well now. and after only one night in the hospital- im out! weeeeee~~~~

...

just when i reached home. i havent even sat yet.
this guy- ikan said

"ma, kita tutup ngan girl eh?"

i'm a muslim

i was reading loretta chase's blog and stumbled upon this '18th Century Love' blog.
the page i landed was potraying pics of muslims in the US for the 'Campaign Against Streotyping'.

i particularly love this lady, wearing hijab and holding a note saying "Just because I'm wearing a hijab, doesnt mean I'm perfect"

true.

jinx of giddiness.

after finishing Collins' first in her trilogy, i thought i need some time to neutralize my emo.. but, it was, seriously a good book. i indeed intend to watch the movie.

during my so called 'relaxation', i read 2 crappy books.

one was by kleypas- rainshadow road
another was by sarah maclean- a rogue by any other name.

sux.sux.sux. both of them.

i cant believe i wasted ~rm70 for those two. thankfully kino gave 20% discount off for both. or else, i might have wasted rm90!

maybe my expectations were a bit high.. i mean.. kleypas?? now she prattles on magic. next book in the series will be on ghosts. seriously?? (but i will still buy and follow though-- yep, hypocrite that i am :p)

for maclean, i dont think i will be following her anymore. i love her first novel- 9 rules.. but i have read her 2 books completing the series and it didnt do it for me. i rolled my eys like frequently!

i am returning to Collins. huzzah!

the impatient me just have to tell this...

due to positive words from a very trusted reading friend, i bought all three of the 'The Hunger Games' trilogy.

it wasnt because of the movie. it was because of the book, the first one in the trilogy- The Hunger Games.

I SO FREAKIN LOVE SUZANNE COLLINS! and, i am only at chapter 3!

i am crying like a baby..
felt again like that teenage girl on a crush...
and blo.ody! i love all the emotions being narrated in this one- the sadness, the desperation, the pride, the gratefullness..
i cant explain. i just know im gonna love this book. i just hope the movie is also as good. (i purposely read the book first, then will follow with the movie)

go read the book. ;)

being the jakun.

we- me, me hubs and this friend had dinner last night.. and guess who got to ride (while grinning from ear to ear) in THE CAR??

the jakun
(control jakun :) tapi kantoi kat mata yg terbuntang :p)

 

the car



the owner

eh, x amek plak gambar 'the most sporting husband' :)

no story today. i better focus on my audit thing.
haihhh~~



on being a matchmaker.

or make that meddlesome.

hahaha... i will let you in on one of my embarassments..

i was trying to matchmake my friend and a colleague of mine.
this friend, eventhough he is not that (read: Goddess) goodlooking (but not ugly either! Kire, oklah) and not having an impressive career resume (not yet, perhaps...), i still believe him to be quite the catch.
i mean, he does not smoke. he is a gentleman- never does dutch treat and treat women really good- maried and single ones, loves and respect his parents (that tells you something, there!) and humble, albeit sometimes vain too.. :p

oh, oh.. he is a chindian (eh, punjabi actually)

anyway, i have this colleague and i thought that they might suit. so i gave him her number (after she consent in giving- after she searched him in FB).. and i insisted him to call or text her.. in hopes that they might go out and perhaps if not being a couple, be acquaintances.

it turns out- she was not interested. (and from another, i found out that she's into looks! Oh! i have to add that they didnt even had one decent conversation through the phone, much less meet!

Anyway, when this happens, i feel bad. bad for him, actually.. for meddling in the first place and even worst, when i want him to meet my boss (also single- but purely to extend networks! heheh he has rich friends*!... and if (IF!) they hit it off... then why not...? hehehe) .. she also canceled due to work stuff (true)

ok, maybe.. i have a tinie minie agenda why i want my boss to meet him- so that she can see what my colleague is missing... (he has a sportscar...)



fuuhhh... i dont know about cars but i would think any girl would look lovely getting out from this one, eh?

oh well, maybe 'bukan jodoh' applies here too..

but i still feel bad. and it sux.. this feeling.. mainly guilt la kot?

oh why do i bother?????

updated: * rich friends here to imply potential clients- my boss is forever extending networks, esp HNW individuals due to her sales nature. not pimping here. and definitely not saying my boss prefer rich people as friends.
but.. this is not the point of story. so skip along if you have that in your mind. :p