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Friday, November 19, 2010

Kisah Seharian Jumaat 19 November 2010

Salam Alaikum My Dear Sisters...

It's 11.54pm and I am sitting laid-back with my legs outstretched in front of me (with lappy on top). I feel like I've had a very loooooong day. Suddenly tonight I feel like describing my day...



Impromptu trip to Pusat Bersalin Barakah

At about 9am at my PIL's (Parent-in-law), I thought of asking my hubby to bring forward my 5th month antenatal check-up to today instead of Wednesday night next week, because we're going to have quite a week next week since I'm going to that Hypnobirthing course for four days starting Monday next week. He agreed and we started packing, cleaning up the house and get Musa ready. I think we left the house at about 10.30am. I was feeling positive at that point (We were trying to reach Klang from Kajang before 1pm).

Traffic was smooth until we reached the Midvalley area. But I got anxious as we neared Klang, because my hubby decided to go through Shah Alam instead of use the Kesas Highway. This was our first time to Pusat Bersalin Barakah and eventhough we miraculously did NOT get lost finding our way there (Alhamdulillah), but we got there at approximately 12noon, exactly an hour before consultation hours ended.

I had my check-up with Dr.Khairiah (yes, the same one who appeared in Pa & Ma magazine, click here to read) and interviewed her a bit about the birthing routine/culture there. (I will write about it insyaAllah in another entry) We left Barakah at about 12.45noon, just in time to get home for my hubby to attend his Jumaat prayers at our neighbourhood mosque (Masjid Hidayah Seksyen 18).


Jumaat 19 November 2010: Noon-Evening

As hubby left for prayers, Musa and I headed to Cikgu Ram's taska...for lunch. I know, another "impromptu" event; I often feel guilty for manipulating her kindness in letting us eat lunch there. But I was hungry and had been hungry even before we reached Barakah and I couldn't wait anymore. I felt so grateful to find my old friend Cikgu Ram home (because her car wasn't there, and normally that means she isn't home) WITH a large bowl of ABC! ARGH! It was just PERFECT! It was hot outside and ABC was the perfect dessert on a hot day...

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Cikgu Yus was there too and I took the opportunity to ask her if she could help me to engage the help of her husband to get detailed info about certain verses of Surah Maryam from islamic scholars in Egypt, as he is going back next week to Al-Azhar to continue his studies.

(I think the reason I want to write is because I feel I have achieved a lot today? Maybe.)

Before she left for the day, I gave her a copy of the brief "Guide" I made of excerpts from books and articles to pass to her hubby so that he'd a clue of what I want him to help me with.

I ate a small bowl of fried rice for lunch (to quell my feeling of guilt for just barging in for lunch) and similarly gave Musa a small bowl as well. (I don't think he finished it anyway). I said my prayers there and returned home at around 2.00pm to fix my hubby some lunch but found out that he had already reheated some spagetti I made before the 'Eid holidays and had his lunch.

So I just put away some clean laundry (we did ours at my PIL's because our washing machine is still unfixed, it's been 2 months...) as my hubby printed some documents and got ready to go to UiTM for an errrand. He told me that he wants us to leave the house by 4pm because he wants to avoid the traffic jam...where were we going? We had planned to visit Sakinah & Aiman with their 20-day-old baby Dania Izzah at Setiawangsa.

Aiman & Sakinah on their Wedding Day

Beautiful Daania Izzah Bt Muhammad Aiman

So as he left for UiTM, I put Musa down for his siesta and did some work on my lappy. Work? I edited some stuff for my "book", tried to print some photos (failed), edited and printed our year-end and new-year budget sheet (to discuss with hubby). Hubby returned home at around 3.30pm and took a nap.

As I finished my 'work' on the lappy, I realized it was already 4pm and shuts it down and get ready to leave. But by the time I am all ready, it was nearly asar (around 4.20pm). I asked my groggy hubby if he wants to leave before of after asar, and after throwing a glance at the clock, he said, 'after'.


Visit to Setiawangsa: Wangsa Walk, Sakinah & Murni

So we drove to Setiawangsa at about 5pm, reached there around 6pm and decided to have an early dinner (I was a little hungry anyway). Hubby suggested going to 'Wangsa Walk' and I could not be more delighted (I has been craving for pizza and his usual palate is Malay 'warung' food)

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We had our early dinner at 'Canadian Pizza 2 for 1' near Wangsa Walk, strolled in Wangsa Walk for a gift for Aiman & Sakinah's new baby and headed for their house soon after. But then we realized that we were too early and stopped at Surau Al-Ittifaq nearby their house to say Isya' prayers but had to wait till the 'ceramah' was over.

So by the time we arrived at their house it was nearly 8.45pm or so but we were soon joined by a very pregnant Murni, her hubby Ustaz Ali and their toddler son Mukhlis.


For some reason, I felt very happy after our little visit: very contented, very ...couldn't find the right word. Satisfied? Fulfilled? Just plain happy? I felt different. I felt I had friends. Geez, my mom used to tell me that as a kid my no. 1 complaint was "I don't have any friends." Right now I don't know why I feel that way. No, not the feeling that I don't have friends, but feeling extra-ordinarily happy for meeting up with Murni & Sakinah.

Anyway...Musa had a GREAT time with Sakinah's youngest and very toddler-friendly brother Luqman as well as Mukhlis. Mukhlis and Musa practically wrestled with the 12 year old Luqman until Luqman was out of breath! Musa was so happy and I was so happy and hubby was happy too and I hope everybody else had a great time as well...

Baby Daania Izzah just melted our hearts with her cuteness and argh! Don't just new babies really smell and look great eventhough they're wrinkly and tiny? They're so great because they're wrinkly and tiny and so innocent and great and innocent and great and innocent....

Hehe. I'm pooped but happy, goodnite sisters! Assalamua'laikum!

p/s Kak Ida if you're reading this, I miss your company/presence and wish we could spend some time together like in a mabit or something kan best...;-)

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