Teraniaya, Dianiaya, Menganiaya.

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They say 'doa orang teraniaya akan dimakbulkan oleh Allah SWT'.

Have you even been ill-treated, to the point where you actually pray for something unpleasant to happen to the oppressor?

I have a story to share.

Aminah (bukan nama sebenar) had two best friends. Their friendship was so great that they've never fought, not even once. Until the day Aminah dumped her no good ex-boyfriend. Oh boy, was he pissed. Then he started making her life a living hell, including turning her two best friends against her.

Aminah was heartbroken. She kept on fighting for their friendship, but her ex kept coming up with new strategies to make sure her plans fail. But alas, those two had turned to the dark side and became minions of the evil ex. (the ex was a real pussy that he needed minions to do his evil deeds. pssh).

On one fine night, Aminah went out to her car to go out for dinner and found that her car was egged (translation: kena tempek dengan telur ayam). She had no other suspects in mind, except those two evil minions. She was angry, she was devastated, and most of all she felt betrayed. (eh, kena telur pun nak sedih sangat ke?)

She got into the car, cried, and through her tears she began praying (wah so dramatic wan), asking God to punish the oppressors. Asking God to show to her if it was really those two who did that to her car, they would get into an accident.

A week later, she got the news that one of the minions got into an accident. Just a minor one, some dents on the car and no one was hurt.

A few weeks later, the other minion got into an accident. It was quite bad, the car was a total loss, but the minion escaped with minor injuries.

And that got Aminah thinking. Was it just a pure coincidence, or did God really answer her prayer?

Jadi pengajarannya disini ialah is to never ever ill-treat anyone. Not even when you think they deserve it. And even if you're victimized, it is best if you don't pray for anything bad to happen to the oppressors. Let God punish them in His own way.

P/S: Yes, this is a true story.

I Have Been..

Very very very lazy to update this blog. I guess that's kind of obvious, right?

Sekian, terima kasih.

Eating Out.

Eating out has never been the same ever since the baby is around, because he is one easily-bored little fella. At first husband and I would take turn to eat. We call this 'Shift Makan'. But we would have one of us with this OMG-I'm-So-Hungry-Please-Chew-Faster look while staring into the other person's plate, so eating under pressure is definitely not fun.

Then I started stocking up a bag full of goodies to keep him occupied. We call this the 'Doraemon Bag'. From toys to books to crayons to straws, the works. But it seems like he's much more interested in throwing everything from the bag onto the floor.

Then we thought, okay, let's bait him with some gadgets and food. Sure enough, he became very much interested in the husband's iPod Touch. Food pulak in the beginning we gave him Heinz/ Milna Rusks. And like I mentioned, he's easily bored so before we know it, instead of eating the Rusks, he enjoys throwing them to the floor. Then we moved on to Heinz Rice Cakes (RM9 per packet and he can finish all of it at one go *pengsan*). After he got bored with this, we gave him Heinz Biscotti. And currently, he's enjoying Baby Bites. We call all of these biscuits the 'Biskut Pancing/ Weekend Biscuits'. Because we only give him these when we go out during the weekend (hence the name).

There you have it. Our methods in trying to have a (quite) peaceful meal outside. If we're really lucky, he would nap and we would run into any nearby restaurant and try to gobble up everything before he wakes up. But too bad, that only happen about 20 percent of the time.

Ohai. I iz eating Baby Bites. Iz yummeh. Om nom nom.

So what about you? Any tips/ methods that you would like to share?

Hot Mama.

Mommies,

Any of you feel like running out of the door, straight into a Marie France Bodyline branch and sign up on the spot after looking at this?

I know I do.

Kena Dera.

By his 6 years old cousin!

I left him with my Mother's maid, who was looking after my nephew for about 10 minutes, and see what happened? All because he was jealous the maid was hugging the baby. Call me dramatic, but my heart sank when I saw the wounds. Rasa macam nak menangis and mengamuk. And come to think of it, it's only some scratch wounds by a naughty kid. Belum lagi like those abuse cases by crazy maids/ parents/ relatives you always see on the news.

My poor bulat :( This is not the first time it happened. My nephew is teramat lah nakal.

Random 002: Why, Hello Blog!

Yes, I've abandoned you for a few weeks now. Truth is, I've been quite busy. A number of freelance jobs came in (Alhamdulillah) that kept me very much occupied (and don't even get me started on the baby). I even pulled an all-nighter, which I haven't done since my agency days. Okay fine, I did pull a lot of all-nighters during my confinement period, but that's not work-related now is it?

Apart from being busy, I've also been lazy. Lazy to open you up and start drafting an entry. But here I am anyway, making a quick one. So please tak nak merajuk, okay?

Silly photo sessions were compulsory when dealing with stress, challenging clients, tight deadlines and late nights in the office. It's good for the soul.

Oh, I know this is a tad late, but happy fasting to all Muslims! :D

Random 001: Boyfriends.

I am happily married, yes. I love dear husband (and of course the baby) more than anything in the world. But I have to admit, I do have boyfriends. Four of them, actually. I'm not ashamed of it, and my husband is well aware about them.


Ohai there, yummy things.

[cue excessive drooling]