Saturday, March 17, 2018

three years

Posting emotional thoughts in facebook will later be reminded that me better seek guidance from God. Helpless mother who seemed like never feed children properly, who always love leaving babies at kindergarten for long time though had to finish work at workplace, or rushed home cooking. Or maybe me just hate facing the drama of son being snatched; well he just wanna play, then mommy just let it be. Just wondering, when raising children, love others interfere? Yes? Me is so antisocial mommy. Cooking on Google based. Posting this will maybe make people say; then you don't need to cook. Yet, try live with in laws without cooking; let your hubs eat egg everyday. Only cooking sudah mau bising, laundry and others, bukan me buat pon. But me love when others eating, and hubs said cooking's nice. Argh.. woman. Talking to mothers make me blunt. Having issues with smartphone; yeah, me won't say anything anymore, you won smarty-s-phone. Flabby fat hip, non flawless skin and no more skin routine, hate it when suddenly other pretties being mentioned. Damn, need me-time perhaps, then will listen to more cries. Oh, this is just an emotional post, it's my hormone. This is not rational at all. This is crap! 

Wednesday, December 13, 2017


B I S M I L L A H I R R A H M AN I R R A H I M. It has been like what, two years of hibernating, writing nothing here. Being mom of two is really challenging and makes me forget how's life before. Yup! two boys now and happily raising em' up with my super-hero-husband; only God knows how hectic our life could be. We changed a lot when we have children; watching movie now preferably at home or considering Family Friendly cinema, YouTubing channel means subscribing Didi and Friends and surprisingly make us faithful fan of Ejen Ali and Boboiboy instead of any TV series, going places means preparation-of-going-to-summer camp [diapers to change after 4 hours, check! diapers to use when babies suddenly poop, check! plastic bag for diapers, check! that's only the saga of the diapers, not the milk, the baju spare, the thermos, the stroller, the baby carrier, the long list goes on and on and on...]. Somehow, this makes me realize how patient my parents were in fulfilling my need and facing all my tantrum. Thank you and I know this is nothing compared to what they have done for me. Thus, to ensure this brotherhood well-nurtured, mama and ayah promise to become a great team for amji and juha, yeah!