Till Death Do Us Part...

Just started thinking of marriage in general and how unfair life can be. Some women have "perfect" husbands, the ones who will wake up in the middle of the night to feed the baby, surprise you with breakfast in bed on a Sunday morning, do the housework, buy you little surprises (a holiday package to Paris would be nice), pay for your little extravangances (which you painstakingly go through to make yourself look prettier for him, anyway), tells you how gorgeous you are (although you suspect he's lying, hell... it sounds good to the ear nonetheless) and does NOT get angry at you over the slightest things or things which are beyond your control. Hell, if I had a choice, a man who idolises me and think I'm God sent is ideal.

What's my point? Nothing really. Just that my man doesn't do any of the above. No, it's not hubby bashing time. Surprisingly, this is an entry to remind myself that yes, I made the right choice more than seven years ago when I decided to marry this man. This will be the entry that I read when I have had an argument with him and think that all is lost. This will be the entry that my children will read when they are all grown up and wonder if the person they are in a relationship with is the "ONE". This is the entry to tell the world why, despite it all, I am still married to this man whom I first met at a bus stop, on a blind date...when I was fourteen years old.

1. We talk. All the time. About the past, present & future.
2. He lets me see things in a different light.
3. We try to settle our arguments before we go to bed every night as each new day is a new beginning.
4. We don't mind doing the most mundane things - together.
5. The knowing looks we share, the unspoken bond we share.
6. His ability to make me want to apologise (even when I'm right!).
7. His trust & confidence in me.
8. His willingness to allow me to make important decisions.
9. His small (and far in between) but thoughtful gestures.
10. His unwavering faith In God.

So there it is. I won't elaborate. It's self explanatory.

"Blessed is the wife who looks beyond the surface"... You go figure.

Breaking Fast...

We went over to Kak Tijah's house to break our fast on Saturday. It was an event Ayra had been waiting for as she had not seen her beloved "kakaks" for at least two weeks. Everyone was in high spirits and the spread was sumptuous indeed. Ayra busied herself as soon as we stepped in. Soon enough, the "azan" was heard and everyone tucked in, including Ayra who had plain chicken rice and Fuddin who had his crackers and "Baby Bites" biscuits. I was quite stuffed after eating. I even had my favorite "tulang" from West Coast Food Centre! The beauty of fasting... food never tasted so good.
As you can see, my nephew and nieces have also joined in the bandwagon; the latest craze now? Waterbabies! I almost bought my first pack that night but stopped myself as I pictured Fuddin picking one up and putting it in his mouth!
A week more to exams. My last teaching week of the year. Hmmm, life doesn't seem so bad after all.

Ramadan is Here

Yup, is that time of the year again. The month where Muslims must fast from dawn till dusk. We're into our 4th day and it seems okay so far. I had bad stomach cramps for the first 2 days but I suppose it's getting better. Anyway, I will persevere!
As for our preparations for Aidilfitri, it's been slow but steady. Dad has been a great help. He has finished painting the hall white. Ayra tried to help but we know how that turned out. We also planned to paint one of the walls red to match our new red carpet from Ikea. Me, being the ever helpful one, tried to paint the wall myself. The result? A badly patched wall which dad has to salvage. Urggh! I can't paint to save my life. What else? We also bought throw cushions (red and black) to go with the carpet. We are also buying new photo frames to put the childrens' photos. We're going to put up the blinking lights once the windows are cleaned. An is going to paint the tv room white and thought of painting Ayra's room white/pink as well. Hmm, sounds like a lot of work. We'll see how it goes. The "baju kurungs" (green) are ready. All the "kuihs" will be bought a week before time. I think I've covered it all. Mom is going to cook her oh-so-delicious spread on the eve of Aidilfitri. I can't wait! As for dear Fuddin, he really can't be bothered with all the work that's going on around him. He's just recovered from his fever so let's just hope he stays healthy. For now though, the fasting continues.

What I've Been Up To...

The school had a Learning Festival last Thursday and me and Fiza were in charge of one of the English stations. We conducted a lesson on instructions. Basically, the students had to come up with instructions on how to create an "Animal Mud Bath" after which they had to create the thing and finally, eat it. Here are some of the end products; a bit messy but nonetheless yummy, don't you think?

Then on Friday, it was Teacher's Day Celebrations. The concert was so-so and before the dinner at CDANS, me, Fiza and Nat picked Cheryl and Ayra up. We went to IMM and then to the dinner. It was tiring but the kids brightened up the whole thing. Maybe next year I'll be brave and bring Fuddin along too.

As for darling baby boy, he's been a happy trooper. Brought the kids to Marina Square on Sunday. I bought for Fuddin another "Elmo's World" vcd and Ayra got some bead art & craft thing. Then when we got home, fuddin decided to do his climbing stunt on the computer chair. He was happily twirling himself round and round so I decided it was a picture perfect opportunity.

Anyway, it's the one week school holiday but guess where I am now. Yup. In school. I'm invigilating the N levels, marking test scripts, giving extra lessons, setting exam papers and keying in test marks. how about that for a break? Friday is the only day that I don't need to come to work. In a nutshell, RIDICULOUS! Ok, enough blogging. Start marking.