Madame Blossom's Book of Poems

Monday, March 22, 2010

..that death checking machine.

1) My little girl asked me, "That time... time Nadhrah kat hospital tu... yang machine.. yang... check dah nak mati ke belum... diorang letak kat kaki Nadhrah kan?"

She was referring to the clip of the pulse rate monitor. :p

2) She was doing her homework and she asked, "Door-mat ('mat' as in mat, minah) tu apa?". I said, door-mat tu, mat yang jaga pintu. Doormat tu, alas kat depan pintu.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

make peace.

"Allah forbids you NOT, with regard to those who fight you not, for your faith nor drive you out of your homes, from dealing kindly and justly with them; for Allah loveth those who are just.
Allah only forbids you, with regard to those who fight you for your Faith and drive you out of your homes and support others in driving you out, from turning to them for friendship and protection. It is such as turn to them, that do wrong."

Al Quran, Mumtahan'a 60:8-9

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


Sometimes I feel so TRAPPED! working fixed working hours.. EIGHT hours away. Who is the selfish, inconsiderate person who came up with this idea that you have to spend that big amount of time working, away from family?! Life is not about working, life is not so fixed. Family's needs are not so fixed. Sometimes we need more time with family sometimes we need certain times with our family, that may fall within the working hours - which cannot be defined or satisfied by the 14-20 days annual leaves.

Why do I feel like I'm always the only ONE in the office with all these issues and requirements to attend to family needs, to have to come in later, or leave earlier, to have to take urgent leaves. There was even a time, when during office hours, I got a call about my child misbehaving, I feel so helpless that I'm in the office, unable to discipline her right away.. so helpless, that I just started crying hard. With no care what my boss might think, I told him I need to go back home for 2 hours and I left. That was how desperate I felt.

This morning, my daughter was not well, I came in late again. I feel bad about being late and angry at the fixed working hours.
Don't the others feel desperate to have to do stuff, or have some personal/family time?

At times like this, I really feel like quitting or at least request to work part time.

Ya Allah, please give me a good way out. Ameen.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

I went in today. I love the shop.

I love the picture books, the photographs turned posters. Makes me feel like taking photos again.

And the apparels, particularly the 'lasak' pants, which if I buy n fits me nicely, maybe my constant pants from now till koyak do us part. But it's *gulp* SGD199. Don't know if I want to spend that much on pants. Will think long long about it.

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Saturday, March 13, 2010

Nadhrah attending a princess' birthday party

BEAUTIFUL house her friend has there. The princess themed party venue (which is the porch of her house, is decorated to elaborately and nicely. I like.

And the girls, they are all so cute. :)

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Eema going for Bunayya camp!

2nd year running.. :)

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Monday, March 01, 2010

me, and mee upeh

I have been craving wanting to eat mee upeh for a few months already now. Ever since I saw it being served on New Year's Day 2010. And only yesterday, I managed to have one.

Though we've been saying 'mee upeh' and when we order, we also ask for 'mee upeh', I just realised, it's not really 'MEE' upeh, i.e. it's not some specific type of mee. Rather it's mee (noodle) served or packed in daun upeh.

You can order 'mee upeh' at three different places and you'll find that you're served with different types of noodles. At Simpang Bedok, they serve mee hongkong in it, at Bedok Corner it's like mee bandung, at Geylang, I was told, they serve hokkien mee.

My father says it CAN be any type of noodle, especially with gravy - it's just packed in upeh.. that's mee upeh. It used to be the norm in the 50s and 60s.

Actually the thing that really draws me to this mee (served in) upeh is that it reminds me of those times when i was little, and Mak would always buy a few packets of mee kuah packed in upeh, at Geylang market after our weekly religious class, EVERYTIME. That stall was well known, I think. I remember having to queue, and there'll be quite a number of people queueing for the mee upeh. I wonder if the seller is still around and still selling his mee kuah, packed in upeh. He would skillfully put the cooked hot noodles in upeh, and tie a rafia string through the upeh leaf, so that we can carry it back. Cool.

And you know, it is environmentally friendly too.