Rayyan just turned 7 months old yesterday.

And I don't know how to react.

I've always thought I'd be ready for this, but mothers aren't born with sense of calm. At least in my case. One minute I'm extremely happy - I have a perfect, healthy baby, what more could I expect? And the other I'd be hyperventilating - am I doing this right? At least at this point in time.

OK so I think one of my current obsession (on my beauty counter, that is), are these.


Benefit and I have come a longg way - I was their loyal user (Porefessional!) until I came back to Malaysia for good, and their stuff just stopped doing wonders on my face. Or maybe it wasn't their fault; it's just that my skin is shit in Malaysia weather. *wails

(This is a cheesy post.)

If you ask me what I did on Malaysia Day, I'd tell you nothing patriotic - just staying at home, chilling with my boys.

Why? Because we're down with sickness. T.T

I had stomach flu since Monday (seriously, the worst disease ever) and have been in and out the bathroom every few minutes during the day, so going out isn't an option. Shahrul, on the other hand, isn't feeling well too; he had sore throat and fever.

Which makes Rayyan the only man standing.

And it costs $860.

Which equals to almost RM4,000.


Genius creation in parenting world.

Over the weekend, Mom was over at our house (still is, actually. Hubs is going overseas for a business trip so he asked her to teman me) so I thought instead of making her cook for us, I'd show her my cooking skill.

Well...to be fair, she always cooks whenever she's here. Usually even when I ask her not to. So what's a daughter gotta do?

Made her grilled salmon!

The struggle is real.

I think the most famous topic being debated among my friends now, is this.

Looking back, I've always hated being stereotyped as women who has started having children, as lazy. Granted, we have a baby now to take care of instead of just ourselves (and the husband), and time is of the essence - putting on decent scarves now is such a task.

We've been planning to do Rayyan's akikah for a while now, and finally got it done last weekend on Merdeka holiday at my hometown, Penang. Felt obligatory to do so since my (elder) relatives are in Penang and Mom would probably give me a longg lecture on going back to my roots if we didn't.

We didn't mind, though. It felt right.


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