ALHAMDULLILLAH

Thanks Allah for the greatest gift


I thank Allah for this blessing he showers on me - this special gift to mothers, Allahu Akbar !

Nobody will ever know the true meaning of LOVE till they have this little miracle in their arms... SubhanAllah.
Nope.. men don't get it ! and those without babies will never experience it...
This Burst of True & Purest LOVE from your heart, the feeling you never know exist... the ability to LOVE you never know you are capable of... MasyaAllah....

Thanks UMI... for loving me this way all these years, and now - I thank my baby for giving me the opportunity to experience this love... BUT most of all, I thank ALLAH for this blessing... Alhamdullillah...

"Where does it come ? Where is your home ? This feeling of Love...From the sky up above ?
Where have you been hiding ? This lovely feeling...I felt like singing,Jumping and crying...all at the same time.
Till the day you came, Naked with no shame... I love you my boy, Can't describe my joy...
Umi loves you much, others love you too... But remember this always, Allah loves you most....
Alhamdullillah...."

* Also a special thanks to my dearest hubby for Loving me so much & all my family*

Now, Let these pics tells you the thousand words. (To whomever viewing this pics, pls DO NOT reproduce them, Thanks)

And then he turn's ONE !

Well, that's for now... WARNING - there's lots more to come...

Mmpphhh... it's not easy having a blog and having to constantly feed it with stories of your life.. reminds me of those Tamaguchi (sp?) craze back a couple of years ago where you have to constantly feed those funny little gadget at every interval, else it died !! (Japanese invention, of course)...sounds stupid ha.. yep... but many are fooled to do that until they gets tired of it, and the whole population of those poor little thing was wiped out from the face of the earth & became extinct ! - luckily I don't hv one - NOT me !!

Life I have, stories also I have.. but to put the two together and spilled it out in my blog ?... well, maybe I just don't have the talent or I'm juz simply lazy - gosh ! this is stressful & exhausting !!!!

Ok, since I'm too lazy to think of what to write, let me just dig into my hard-disk and share some article (hv to be careful of publishing rights), jokes, poems, blah...blah...blah...

What have I got stashed away deep inside this little amazing interactive tool that's taking away my disk-space ?

For today, here's what I've got... read if you want, or don't if you don't want - it's your choice :)

** (Can't remember who give me & don't know who wrote this ;- credits to you, whomever u are)

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Why Women are Crabby

We started to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.

Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John.

Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.

Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a watermelon whole
and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.

Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more good push (more like 10)," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the ***** (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 7-10 lb bowling ball through a keyhole !!

After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.

Then come their teen years. Need I say more?

When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.

So we progress into the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or sweat like a hog in Spring and Summer, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake:
Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

So, while I love being a woman, "Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby.
Women are the "weaker sex???"

Yeah right. Bite me !!! ... then Kiss my Ass !!

E-mail from Rafika..... >

Dear all Let's hv some fun today. Look at pic & revert to me with yr answers according to the numbers indicated. Bonus Pts (wow!) will be awarded especially for #17-19. ;P
Got prize one!
* 1st prize - depending on what Ami Hassan can offer fm Alkhatib Shop
* 2nd prize - got to confirm with Nadia if she could bake us a cake
* 3rd prize - if Mariam can supply us with multi-vit for this yr
* 4th prize - see if Mrs Mustafa (Hana) can cook the winner a sumptuous dinner spread
* 5th prize - not too sure if Rosilla can contribute some epok-epok sayur * 6th prize - mee rebus from Cah also can
* 7th prize - sambal tumis Farhana wld be appreciated
* 8th prize - agar agar Masturah pun boleh
No matter what, one with the most correct answers will be given a prize ......
Insya Allah, kalau ada budget! Closing date : 31 March 2006
Take it away guys ......................... ==============================================

Received this e-mail a couple of days ago from Rafika Alsagoff. A guessing game for us from a picture of our aunts, uncles & cousins way back 40 years ago (at 12 Lorong Marzuki)
Guess, guess... Who is who...
Winning entries get prize some more...

Thanks Rafika for jolting our brain !

(Will post answer later, after I win the 2nd Prize cos 1st prize I don't want {frm my dad's shop} )

CAN'T LOOSE OUT ! !

Everybody have Blog... so, I must have one too.
Call it Kiasi....Kiasu,KopiCat...Kopisusu,I don't care !
What's important is I'm up-to-date... I've already drank Cappuccino & eat Tiramisu... now I have a BLOG ! and ppl with blog sites can link-up to mine !! Yehh.. !!!

No more a GOBLOG !!

hahaha.................

Watch out frenz... Here I Come !!!
I might be crawling, but don't worry.... I'll be there.
As the Malay sayings "Little, little.... long, long become a hill"

So, pls be patient ha......... I'm working very hard from my new office (see picture) ;)

Luv,
Shaikha