Kuch Kuch Hota Hai

I am so tempted. But that means being ridiculously poor after. But I’m so so tempted.

Buzzed!

I’m buzzed on voltage!

No wait…like seriously. There is this drink at Gloria Jeans called ‘Voltage’ that is *cue mat accent* POOOWWWEERRR  SIAKK. How powerful you ask? So powerful I don’t think I can do coffee for like the next week and a half! And you’re talking about ME here baby! ME! It’s a potent drink not meant for pansies like YOU people out there, aight? MuahaHaha

Right. So besides that lame introduction, what else have I been up to? Nothing much really. Although it has been an emotionally exhausting two-weeks I’ve faced in a really long time. My mom wasn’t feeling well and was in and out of the hospital repeatedly. I blame it on the meds. Sigh. But many thanks to those who have shown concern and support. And who were very understanding of the many cancellations and concessions that had to be made. I apologise for the trouble and I really do appreciate your understanding. My mom is feeling much better Alhamdullilah. So YAY! =D

So most of the time, I’m at home being the nice little homemaker that I can be. Cleaning and sometimes cooking. And of course taking care of my niece and nephew whenever my sister comes over. Okay, by “take care” I really do mean just play and entertain. Cos that’s what I’m good at. Heh. But OMG Adam has grown and is soooo cute! Babies are cute! Ultimate! And I can so tell we are gonna be awesome bros. Yes, from our intellectual conversations that we have one-on-one. Er, the one where I rattle, and he stares intensely, making a few comments of his own. Haha I totally love the faces that he make too. And sure, his attempts at giving me hickeys when he’s hungry is hilarious. Sorry baby, but I don’t have your mommy’s legandary breasts. I am simply incapable of producing milk.  Unless you give me a cow. Or at least the supermarket.

Spending time with the family just makes me even more appreciative of the wonderful family I have and love. Good times, bad times, we’re all here for each other. Alhamdullilah.

And because even in hard times, we need to breathe and dance a little, here are two of my favourite TV characters to go…

Dum dee dum dum dum. Just dance.

Bruises

I was taking a shower this evening, when I noticed bruises on my wrists. They weren’t big. Neither did they hurt. They were just a little dark. I wondered why I hadn’t noticed them before.

I guess that’s the thing about bruises. You don’t really notice that they’re there, making an impression on your skin.  Unless they are really big. Or really sore. Or until you really look at your own body. I don’t know about you, but I kinda like to massage my bruises. I like feeling the pain that radiates out from that tiny spot. And from time to time, I rub that same tiny spot, subconsciously enjoying the sensation I feel. Is it a little masochist? Maybe.

I guess when you look at the bruises on your wrists, you might think that there’s meaning to holding on that strong. That there is affection or love behind it. It’s strange how we’re programmed to think that if someone hurts us, it means they love us. The same way how women who are physically abused by their boyfriends or husbands refuse to leave their destructive homes  with the rationale that their spouses hurt them because they love them. But abuse is still abuse. Emotional or physical, causing injury to someone you love…well, that ain’t love dear. I don’t know what it is, but it’s definitely not love. Rihanna should never have gone back to Chris Brown. And women who get emotionally hurt repeatedly… should never return to the scene of the crime.

Once, shame on him. Twice, shame on you.

It’s worth prying your wrists away, and to just walk away.

The good thing about bruises is that they’re not indelible. They’ll fade away.

With love,
Nikki

Pan Fried Salmon with Butter Rice

I cooked!

As in I actually cooked! Food that is! Which isn’t mee maggi, scrambled eggs or sandwiches! Talk about WooHoo! =D

Okay, I’m not sure exactly what compelled me to cook dinner today for mama and me. Usually I toy with the idea…fiddle with the cookbooks…open and close the refrigerator door a gazillion times to see what’s there…before I finally give up and tear open that mee maggi packet. Or just starve. Usually I just starve.

But not today! Nosiree! I actually made Pan Fried Salmon with Butter Rice (see, I would give it a more snazzy name except I can’t think of one right now. Salmon Butter Rice? Butter Salmon? Salmon But-Rice?) and it turned out none too shabby! Woohoo! I feel mighty accomplished!!! And I was sooo excited, I went online to tell someone, only there’s noone to tell, and so I tweeted, until Nadia came online, and she was the first to hear me squeal! Like jakun like that hor? Hehe.

Which gave birth to our grandois idea to have a dinner party one day and invite Ben and Jerry along. Nom nom nom.

But seriously though, I am rather tired of eating out. Nothing is good out there. And nothing that is satisfying enough. Nothing that would make me go “OMG That was delish!” Nopesiree. Went to Swensons. Nyehnyehnyeh. Breeks? Ugh. Maxwell foodcourt? Masin siak! Pastamania? Disappointing. Banquet? Bleh. MacDonalds? OhGodNoMorePlease.

I can honestly say that I am terribly tired of eating. Even chewing has lost its appeal. I need like…like a trip to reach food head, and feel taste-nirvana! Something like Harold and Kumar goes to White Castle.

Who’s with me?? =D

Mess

And I’m awake so early.

Well, not surprising since I slept so early yesterday too. Hee. Don’t ask me why but I felt soooo exhausted yesterday. And by yesterday I meant Saturday. It felt as if the weight of the entire week’s activities landed on my feet. And shoulders. And brain. And every other part of my body. To sum it all up…penat!

But it’s been a good week! My semester is officially done and I’ve done nothing but bum around in celebration. Not complaining. Good food, good friends, good movi—okay, maybe not so good movies. Let me just get this out now (and I hope you’re not reading this Muneera) that the new Wolverine movie sucked! It was soooo bad. Very so highly disappointing! Then again, Kat was right. Why the heck did I have such great expectations for it when they totally screwed up Phoenix? Sigh. But but but…there was a redeeming factor to it all. There were some HOT men out there! Hugh Jackman! Ryan Reynolds! Daniel Henney! Like OMG it’s bodfest throughout the movie! Yum! First time I’ve seen a movie so catered to a woman’s visual interest. Haha.

So what’s next? Hoping the Transformers movie will be good. The neighbours’ have just informed me the Fast and Furious 4 was bad, plotless and even the car scenes ain’t that grand. I’m wondering if I should just skip it or not. Need to up my movie-cred yo…

So while many things have happened in the past month what with the swineflu, AWARE, me losing my matric/ezlink card AGAIN and what not which I should touch on at least, I’ve decided to just pray Subuh, lie on my bed and stare blankly at my messy room. It annoys me but I’ve yet to do anything bout it. We just glare at each other until the other gives up. And hell am I giving up!

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The Hills Are Alive with The Sound of Music

Quiet

I’m just feeling a little quieter these days.

Nothing wrong…it’s just one of those days you just don’t feel like being loud, or talkative or need to say much. You just want to listen, smile, and just do your work quietly.

Ok lah…considering that I have two essays due on Friday + comments on philo blog + design this week, I won’t have time to be loud. I need to be quiet and do my work diligently.

Immersion in work. Now that is a good idea.

Cos I can’t see further than my own nose at the moment.

Baby Adam!

Today, we welcome a new addition to the family!

Baby Adam!!!

Like OMG…FINALLY! Heehee…it seemed as if my sister had been pregnant since FOREVER. But now he’s finally out and we’re all super-duper excited!!!

Introducing Adam Bin Adnan!

Ohmigosh! Isn’t he the cutest?? He’s so TINY with such TINY hands and TINY fingers and he’s all red and scrunched up and has a headful of black hair and my mom says he looks like my sister (though I really can’t tell) and really, he’s just so TINY! And he fits oh-so-nicely in my arms…but he was sleeping. But he sleeps so cutely! And when he yawns, he opens his TINY little mouth big-big it’s sooo cute! And he smells all nice and clean and did I mention he’s just so incredibly TINY! How can anyone be that small?? And he seems to really like me because he didn’t cry when I carried him! And I’m gonna love him and play with him and take care of him and teach him all sorts of silly nonsense like all aunts should.
Cos that’s my nephew yo’!

By the way…I *hearts* Picasa. Thanks Isk! Heehee…

My niece was excited and can’t sit still and is constantly sayang-ing her new brother and being all mak nenek about it. Heehee… she’ll make a great sister! Though being spoilt ridiculously for the last 5 years, I’m sure it’ll take some getting used to with a new brother in the household!

How do I know this? With this choice bit of story my mom recounted…

So Aisyah, my niece, was supposed to go buy balloons to welcome her baby brother! She went with her cousin…who’s 8 years old…to the store at the hospital. But, instead of getting a balloon for Adam, they bought two pink GIRL balloons, one each. When questioned why she bought the girl balloons, she promptly answers “Oh boy no need balloon!” Fwahahaha.

My gosh. She’s sooo cheeky, cannot tahan already. How fast they grow! Anyway…I decided to buy a balloon for Adam.

I’ve always liked these kind of balloons. The one that’s all nice and pretty!

More pictures!

Jiddah is a proud grandmama! Who shares the same birthday as Adam! Happy Birthday Mama! =D

Aisyah carrying Adam! She looks soooo cute! I love this picture!

Aisyah and Adam!

Three men and a baby! Ok…so it’s four men here. Ami, Amu, Adnan and Adam! Haha

The happy family of four now!

Wheeee! What an exciting day! And it’s all a nice warm fuzzy feeling all around! Makes me think that getting married, and having a nice family with cute little kids is not such a bad idea after all. In fact, it seems pretty nice and sweet and comfortable.

Although the childbearing bit seems a tad freaky the way my sister described it. Yikes! So apparently she screamed like a banshee. Aiyoyo! But nonetheless I’d still like to have kids of my own someday InsyaAllah. My hubby, me, our baby and just being contented to be together…seeing who the baby looked like more…smiling, laughing…a nice little family with a nice family around us…a nice little life. Heehee.

Ok…snapping back to reality. Belum ader boyfriend, dah nak angan-angan. Fwahaha…

Ok, I should really get back to doing my readings. Presentation tomorrow sia. Mampus.

But of course…I can’t sign out without ooonnneee more picture of my nephew!

My current Facebook profile pic. =)

Duet by Rachel Yamagata and LaMontagne

The song I’m so in love with right now.