I'm Proud of Myself

Whuthedilly Yo

Raya.

Was blissful.

Seven sisters.

Was a blessing, in disguise.

Your return.

A never ending battle.

Ramadhan with Mika

What can I say, ramadhan this year has been the most challenging one so far. I am constantly tired and zapped out of energy. And any remaining ounce of it I must focus on keeping my little man happy. I think I fail at keeping both men in my life happy. I tend to think that F would be more understanding that his needs would be fine if I tend to them later. I put all of them in a box and stuff it in until further notice. At times I'd feel internal remorse for what I've done but I am just not capable of - ah stuff it.

This ramadhan I did not perform as well as I had hoped for. But then again I was not aware of how life is with a 8-month old lil' man tugging at me.

I have a lot to be thankful for. Hope to meet again, Ramadhan.

I see you

Diha's Wedding, Duchess Place 

I'm having a hard time trying to create Mikael's album in facebook. I am just clueless like that. As days go by, I see more and more of myself in him. I'm sure F feels the same but can't help to think that he is more like me then anyone else. He used to be able to sleep through the night without any feedings, but not its a bit of a picnic for the little fella. Fine, grow up chubby and chubbier - don't blame me! Although..it could be all the butter and cheese in your food.

I am enjoying work as I should but am procrastinating on my promotion big time. I don't think I will ever own a cayanne, or an A4, or a cartier watch at that. But I also hope that I will not grow big headed to think that all of those are the things that define life and miss out on the components that truly matter. It is easy to be blinded by the world.

I think too much when its quiet. But Mikael wails a lot now so don't worry - I don't think too much very often!