a soul, my mate

ever had a soulmate who was never meant to be a permanent fixture in your book of life?

i have.

i’d like to keep his real name to myself, but let’s just call him A- standardised sangat, macam those psychologist-advice columns in real digest issues kan?

what’s a soulmate, to you?

do soulmates necessarily have to be a person of the opposite gender, who eventually turns out to be your lifetime partner? i’d beg to differ.

i met one soulmate of mine sometime ago, and he was initially someone that i’d never had the slightest though, would leave a big impact in my life. no, he was never a lover, but there’s simply something about him which makes me feel like everything’s complete.

his presence exclaims happiness, joy and comfort. it’s like every single time he’s around, i feel the same comfort that resonates from smelling my mom’s scent on her kain batik, during my confinement period- or in common situations, like how chocolate’s known to be a form of comfort food.

yeah, he can be chocolate too then.

back to the point- i personally think that there can never just be one soulmate. soulmates are everywhere, and in the case of soulmates, it doesn’t take one to use all their time and energy trying to dig deep enough into one’s soul, to know that they’re soulmates.

in my case, we clicked after just two to three conversations the first few days after we met.

i’d like to think of him as a friend. a real close one, regardless of how short the period of time that we’d spent together. we seldom meet now, but there’s something about him that makes me naturally feel comfortable enough to talk like we’ve never had gaps in our days.

we can relate to each other’s talents and skills, we can laugh at the same videos, the same jokes and the same pranks, we have ideas that somehow are acceptable when voiced out to one another, and for some reason we never feel like there should be a barrier between each other in terms of sharing our thoughts and experiences-

but that was it. we were never lovers, nor did we even have strong feelings for each other. we just clicked, but as mates.


nowadays whenever i come across him, his work or even his name, i smile, feeling the same warmth i usually do at the thought of him. even now.

but that’s about it. we’re just soulmates, and by mates, i really mean soulfriends.

my husband’s one of them too, and so are a few of my other girl friends.

what about you? what do you think a soulmate actually means?

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what’s on the menu today?

truth be told, i haven’t cooked for almost a whole year.

do you know how saddening it is, to look at all the good food people are cooking and here you are, having to eat foodpanda all day?–

just kidding! i’ve been enjoying myself. of course i miss cooking, no doubt about that but who doesn’t enjoy the delish food (with the option to feed your buds: western? malay? fusion? you name it) they’re getting everyday? i would do anything to get back to cooking, honestly (i think i may even be a little rusty, especially now that there are certain foods i’d have to refrain from cooking/eating).

“hold up- why ain’t you cookin?” you ask?

you know. the usual. baby’s a tad bit extra affectionate, hence the fact that he’s basically twenty four seven in my arms. can’t be caught dead with baby’s face smothered in flour, oil and piercing chilli stains, smelling like garlic whenever somebody comes over, no?

my baby’s a tad bit vocal (not surprised, looking at how many times i’ve been replaying bruno mars’ songs over and over again while baby was happily in my womb)- i’d like to classify him as someone who’s rather.. passionate, and firm about his wants and needs. this personality however, contributes to the fact that i may continue to never have time to cook. well, not at least until he manages to sit up by himself, stay awake much longer, soothe himself to sleep and entertain himself for at least two to three hours without getting into a fist-fight (somewhat) with me as i try to put him to sleep for a nap later on.

nonetheless, if all else fails, i’m pretty settled with having foodpanda coming to our doorstep every single day. also pretty content with the fact that we regularly head over to mama’s, so if kj’s in the picture, the foodpanda riders don’t have to keep passing by the guard post while mentioning our house number every so often (unless the guards have already succumbed to the norm of foodpanda delivering to our house by now).

also so long as my husband doesn’t mind paying for outside food (hopefully?)

let’s all pray baby hidayat manages to soothe himself, entertain himself and feels much more safer, comfortable and brave enough to sleep by himself- all at early stages; so that those dusty skillets and pans in the kitchen get to feel the warmth of my hands once again!

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mommy-arms, represent!

ah. the magical carseat.

it’s slightly bewildering, the fact that my son only approves of napping no where else other than in anybody’s arms or, as recent studies have shown, in his maxicosi.

ag and i figured that he may categorized into the team of ‘snugcraving babies’, because we literally had rock and swing him to sleep, place him in the carseat while simultaneously rocking it, cushion the handed-down-by-my-sister carseat, fit in two bolsters beside him and place one cow-cushion that he’d got as a gift from his aqiqah on his body so he’d get a whole 360° coverage- just to stay asleep.

oh did i mention that we had to simultaneously keep rocking the seat? i did, didn’t i?

apart from that we turned on some womb-noise on youtube to keep him company. after ten minutes (or what seems to be an hour of ten minutes), his half-opened eyes would eventually shut tight.

if we’re lucky.

well so far that’s the only method that’s kept things going on well. otherwise i wouldn’t be able to even move an inch, the moment i put him down on any flat surface. of course, however, we wouldn’t leave him to sleep in his carseat throughout the night- let alone, for more than two hours. it’d prolly leave a huge impact on the development of his back.

so we’re purchasing a crib for him to sleep-train in, hopefully he’ll get the hang of it after days of going through the expected sleep-training combo pack – comes with exhaustion, frustration, shrills and shrieking cries, and an extra dose of mama-tears.

now what’s left is training him to sleep alone, throughout the night.

i mean. it’s not like we don’t enjoy sleeping with him (actually hugging him because he refuses to even be put down flat, separated from us) in our bed to a point that hugging each other feels like experiencing such rarity that of- winning the nobel prize; we love hugging him in bed, but not with the possibilities of accidentally suffocating him (hence increasing the risk of sudden infant death syndrome!

despite all his shrills and shrieks, he simply needs to learn to sleep by himself.

God. You’ve blessed us with the idea of using the maxicosi for naptime. Please, help us ease him into the cot to sleep at night.


signed, very desperate first-time mother.

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hidayat: aqiqah

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alhamdulillah yesterday’s aqiqah went pretty smoothly! props to my family for making the effort to conduct such an amazing aqiqah ceremony & celebration for our baby hidayat.

we had UBE to cater our food and of course, everything tasted so good. a few days before, we headed over to theprettythings.my for hidayat’s pelamin deco. in all honesty we were a tad bit overwhelmed, simply because the props were all too pretty! mata rambang, taktau nak pilih mana satu.



my sister set out to find items for our doorgift to those who had attended the marhaban in the morning. she prepared prayer mats for the ladies.

all in all, alhamdulillah as i’d said before, it went on pretty smoothly. baby behaved well throughout the day.

he started screaming later at night when we were over at yuna’s for her surprise party though. not good. had to leave early. mhm. i guess it’s true, he still is too young.

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blessed, are you?

some people are just really blessed, while others, aren’t as much.

remember when i mentioned in my previous post, the fact that i haven’t been feeling grateful enough? indeed, i haven’t. i’m actually putting all the blame on my hormones, haha.

some people are blessed with an easy kid to manage, while the others- god-knows-how-little-the-population-is; aren’t. i happen to fall under the difficult-baby-mommy category.

my son’s beautiful. as beautiful as he is though, he has gas problems and this simultaneously means – extra stretches of sleepless hours (for both him and i), non-stop crying and screaming (out of pain, as the gas keeps poking him in the tummy-tums) which leads to a very worried and frustrated mother, and overly excessive clingyness to me due to the fact that he doesn’t feel comfortably settled enough most of the time, to be alone by himself.

stress aside, i love clinging on to him, as how he clings on to me. however, i can’t manage to do anything at all!

as i type this, he is casually laying in a ring sling which i had to purchase out of desperation (i was previously strongly against slings, really), all snuggled up in my arm (previously, arms, before the ring sling came into the picture).

this made me wonder, how did all you mothers of difficult children (who might even have worst cases of colic? i consider my son’s colic episodes to be fairly moderate), whilst managing the house? ok perhaps you don’t manage the house and it stays a mess for the first few months yes, but how do you find time to eat? to drink? to even go to pee, when your baby insists that he does not leave your arms whenever you attempt to put him down?

let alone, mothers of the same baby kind, with extra toddlers/kids to manage?

patut lah syurga tu di bawah tapak kaki ibu. sekarang dah terlebih faham sangat. bak kata my mother, “sebab tu bila anak degil, rasa nak sepak sangat”. yup.


when he’s not fussy or crying, he’s one of the most angelic babies i’ve ever seen. his smile is as bright as the morning sun and his coos are so melodic, enough to make dew drops fall in slow-mo without using an iphone to slow-mo it.

i’ll probably get to answer my own question in the next few months. lets hope i’ll still stay sane enough by then! eep.

k he’s crying gotta go.


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tak sedar diri


ever noticed how there’s always something we’re not satisfied with?

let’s say- one day, i feel like having a deserving serving of ‘meehun tomyam’ at secret recipe after a really tiring work session. i have ‘ngam ngam’ amount of money in my purse to pamper myself with, and i head over to secret recipe. my food’s served and just as i am about to devour my oh-so-beautiful tomyam, my eyes linger over to another customer’s suddenly mouthwatering-looking ‘grilled seabass and lobster sauce’ which costs a tad bit extra than my almost-being-scooped-into-my-mouth tomyam.

there i sit, staring blankly at my tomyam, contemplating- whether or not, that i should ask for the waiter to take my tomyam away, order the seabass instead, while i rush over to the nearest atm to take some cash out of my almost-nil savings account, just to have that mouthwatering grilled seabass and lobster sauce digested in my tummy.

knowing i would have to use part of my savings would make me upset, therefore, i end up eating my tomyam and leaving it half-eaten just because i lost my appetite after then, wanting the grilled seabass instead.

why do i have to look over at another customer’s plate? why, when i’ve already gotten what i’d wanted?

tamak haloba? greed? impatience? what?

i wish we all knew how to feel much more grateful for what we have, rather than comparing ourselves and our lifestyles with others who may have achieved much more than what we have, as of now. i wish we wouldn’t be disheartened and unhappy, just because things don’t seem to be going the way we want it to, and because things may be going on track- at a super slow pace.

sad to say, i may be one of these ungrateful people.

i’m twenty three, married, secured with a house, a husband who works, i’ve got myself a side job by making music and singing along with my friend, i’ve been blessed with a son (however tough-to-handle he may be), i’ve got a car, my family members are all supportive of me and we’re all close-knitted, my parents are the excruciatingly loving, caring and concerned; alhamdulillah.

yet here i am, looking at my friends who are with a stable job, a career that’s pretty much secured (or at least getting there, with job experience), wondering when my turn would be, to earn a stable income of my own.

what about you? what aren’t you grateful of?


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#zueisback penang

tough game for a new mama right here.


went over to penang for a show on tuesday! it was for usm penang’s convex 2017, and in all honesty, it was pretty exhausting for a chick who was practically stuck at home for a whole month, on her bed (or just wandering inside her room, minding her really manja baby).

we were playing alongside masdo and salam music, all of us stayed over at vistana as well. however exhausting it was, though, i have to admit, it took my mind off practically all my worries for at least a brief moment so i could feel a tad bit re-energized when i came back home.

on a side note, the convex17 organizers were really good. they were really concerned with what the artists wanted and how we felt about things. really suited to our needs, so it was all in all really good!


ag picked me up from klia 2. according to my maid, baby behaved really well the whole day and night when i was away. baby was being fed by his tokma when we reached home, and it was cute how my mother went all, “tengok siapa tu? papa la” and right after, baby turned over to look at ag whilst still being fed. sigh.

.. he then refused to sleep soundly and behave as well as how he ‘supposedly’ behaved when i was away. zz. i can conclude that he’s definitely just feeling really attached to me at the mo.

wondering when he’d start feeling confident enough to sleep on his own. let’s all pray for it, inshaaAllah.

till next time!


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