Ktichen slave

I thought after the birthday party, that i could get my feet rested due to long hours standing in the kitchen. Apparently, if you have changed your uniform to an apron, you'll be there as long as you are wearing it. I have guests at home for a week that requested me to cook for them. Not a chance of escaping a day off in the kitchen. Then right after that, I joined my fellow neighbours cooking for a group of students visiting London. That's 40 pax altogether.

When i quit my job to become a housewife, I never thought that i will be spending more time in the kitchen than the couch in the living room LOL. Not that I hate it and not that it happened every single day but right this moment, like now, i really wish a day out in Boroughmarket on sunny morning browsing sweet fresh pastries and eating rhubarb tart.

Fasting month is coming soon and personally i cannot wait for it and hope it goes as planned. I have to prep some frozen dessert for break fast. I also looking forward to some activities with my fellow neighbours. Most of them are going back end of this year, and that's sad. Having them around are like families that I could rely on when mine are not here. Irfan's last speech theraphy session (before he goes to reception in september) also in June and lucky for me, Izzal's willing to take him to the session as I will be a bit busy.

So many to tell. So many to write. At the end of my hectic day, I would say 'Oh when all this gonna end?'. But will it end? :)

Signing out,

Kitchen slave

Birthdays

I told you May is birthday month. Not only my children celebrating their birthday, but also my dad (on 18th) and my sister (on 7th). I always want to host a family birthday celebration in May and its gonna so be much and - party cake for sure. But until then, i just have to wait. Timing is not on my side as of now. 

Today is my dad's birthday. I didnt buy him anything (i did not remember when was the last time i bought him birthday present) but i managed to send him a birthday card from here. We all wished him this morning.. happy birthday yada yada yada... he said that he can only remember his late mother who had gave birth to him on this day. As the only child, I understand his feelings. He may not seem a clingy child but I grew up knowing that he always prioritise his mother above all, although my grandmother seems to be okay on her own. And i know, since my grandmother passed away, he felt so lone and very sad upon thinking about her. 

I prayed to Allah that we live long enough to be with each other, longer. Aamiin.

Party hard

So glad that we were all recovered last week. The first to celebrate was Izyan. Such a lucky girl. I went all over the top, arranging a small birthday party at Children Community Center with other kids her age. Then went for some present shopping, which she chose a nemo cuddle toy. I couldnt expressed of how lucky I am to become a mother of such a girl.

Last weekend, we hosted a small birthday celebration at home for both of them (since both are May babies). We had so much fun. I love my cheap deco (they looked pretty great despite the DIY), the foods are awesome (flipshair, blownails) and the cake was fantastic (thanks to Maziah, my awesome neighbour who also a baker).

That night we opened up all the presents. So excited that this year we got (why do i kept mentioned 'we'? Its like I AM excited, too LOL) the biggest present ever - slide! Izyan loves slide. Its one of her favourite. So yep, we got a slide - in the middle of the living hall! Hurah.

We were all so tired from the party but that didnt stop me from spring cleaning the whole house including the 4 storage room in our house. I cannot believe how can a small house has so many store rooms. Like? What the? Aduh. Takes me ages to pull everything out and stuff things back in system (fine, i just arah2 only. My husband did all the hard work. But i brainstormed of what to put and where to put - and that's hard ppl!)

So, it lasted almost the entire day, my legs was killing me and my hand was sore. I didnt cook that day but lucky us (alhamdulillah), my generous neighbours gave us lunch food and even cakes for tea! How awesome. I love my neighbours. They are the best!

Party's not over! Because today is officially Irfan's birthday so we are planning a small celebration a home. And maybe imma take him out to mall today :)

Under the weather

Its a cold Spring. To the point that I had to wear glove and still in my winter jacket. Not to mention that its always windy regardless of the sunshine. And last week,  it even snowed (sleet).

I've got sick persons to follow that, including me. So everybody kind of lack of sleeps and a bit tired. But its all fine. Get into the party spirit that'll come up next week, cant wait! So many things in my mind that I want to do for the party. I am so excited about it, that I changed my menu 3x this week.

Its our third time celebrating the holy month here in London. Although its gonna be a 14 hours fasting period, but I still cannot wait for it. I spent my holy months here differently from Malaysia. Last year, I joined the tadarus group for the first time and I learnt a lot. As much as I am missing all the foods, I am also very happy to make them all on my own. Every day, my table never lacks of foods, thanks to my generous neighbours that I am so grateful of.

Raya is also another thing. Although it is slightly embarrassing to travel all the way from my house to the Malaysia Embassy for Solat Raya in a bus, in our traditional clothes (baju kurung and all) and the whole bus mostly filled with Malaysian that morning (so rombongan cik kiah - or more like banglas lah kan in our country LOL), but we kinda like the spirit - of the gathering and of the Muslim celebration.

I will definitely missed these moments.

But first, lets get recovered ppl.

3 years and counting

InshaAllah next year will be the final year. Nothing else i hope for other than - my husband to complete his study in flying colours. Our journey has not been decided by us. It has been written by Him. I am so glad of what we have gone through. The opportunity that came, the challenges that we faced, the happiness in each holiday - I am blessed. Nothing is permanent. Key point is, enjoy the moment. LIVE in the moment. Even in depression or sadness for you want to remember those.

I tried very hard to live in the moment. Because I am so used of thinking about future. From 'what should i do tomorrow' until 'planning your 10th anniversary'. I finished praying that day, and quickly wanted to go down and settle all my works. By the time I finished folding the sejadah, the kids came upstairs and start jumping on the bed and laughing. I could just take this opportunity to run downstairs, tidy up the mess in the living room, wash the dishes and watch my favourite malay drama, while the kids having fun in the bedroom. OR..... I could join them on the bed. I chose the later. Dishes can wait. So the mess. So the malay drama. Oh what fun it is. Laughing, looking out the window bed and watched aeroplane, train, trees and birds. Reading books. Hide and seek in the duvet. I learnt to pause my worklife so that I can enjoy such moments.

People say forgive and forget. I can easily forgive but not forget. I thought that was a bad attitude. But why not? Well this is random. Forget it *wink*

10 days after

Tomorrow Irfan is going back to school. I am anxious to start the whole same routine (despite that IT IS a routine) but excited at the same time, just because I got so much things to do, like a few sewing projects that i planned in my head and also, some book reading. I am anxious because I felt like I am not ready to 'resume' back to work LOL. Meal planning is definitely a headache to me. I hope the recipe book that I brought from Malaysia could help me deal with it.

Irfan had a new hair cut that made him look so mature and very brotherly. I missed his curls but since it'll grow, so, thats okay. Next month, both my children are going to celebrate their birthday. When I look at Izyan who will turn 2 years old next month, I thought of how small she is. Irfan was around her age when Izyan was born. Seeing Izyan, I felt pity to Irfan for having a little sister at a very young age and barely have any idea of having another sibling because I certainly cannot imagine Izyan having another younger sibling at this age. Like, I'm turning two and my birthday present is a little brother/sister. So kesian. LOL

Failing

Yesterday someone asked me about my age. She said I look young. I laughed and said, I may look young but my body is older than I am. I have deep thought about my life ahead. The 'what if'. Sometimes I think my body is failing on me. 

I once read, that a child can remember as early as he/she is 3 years old. Will Irfan remembered that i love him dearly? That I brought him to the park and we played bubbles and kicked balls yesterday? 

I was organising all my photos that i captured while we were back in Malaysia and I came across  a few that reminds me of my late grandmother. I feel so sad. When I'm gone, will my children feel sad? 

You said I talk nonsense. Nothing about i said here are nonsense. 

It. Make. Sense.