breakfast@myowncube.com

“Makes me…CRAZY over it…!!!

“Bread of LIFE & LOVE!!!”

“Done wonders with flour”

“Gotten HOOKED on it…”

“Taste so GOOOOD…”

one is never enough…

buns to die for!

Breakfast for the day;

Rotiboy Mexico bun + Cadbury Hot Chocolate.

Nyum nyum

Blow Your Candles, Chech!

Happy 26th Birthday to my makan-makan buddy; Chech. Have a blessed birthday, okay?

 

It’s dear Chech’s birthday,
Twenty six years young,
The cake candles are lit,
The birthday song is sung.

Dearest Chech, haven’t known you long,
But already know you well,
We’re crazy ’bout you and Kamal,
But I guess that you can tell.

But lately, our dear Chech,
Seems on a new, bold cause,
Becoming a regular gym rat,
Exercising without pause.

Dear Chech, so wonderful,
To have you as a pal,
You’re a great, stupendous friend and wife,
An extraordinary gal.

Great friend, great buddy always,
Please accept our hugs and kisses,
For lots of joy throughout your life,
You have our greatest wishes.

 - From : ziggy & cik ayue –

* I ciloked this poem from one of the web page and happily modified it, specially for you. ;p

Seven Months of Waiting In Anticipation

Congrats Lil’ Bro.

Finally, after being jobless for seven months, you’ve secured a job. @one of the astounding successful company. Looks like no more duit raya for you and more duit raya for Lil’ Baby. <deng>

I am welcoming you into your new environment, a totally new world. In case, you’re digesting on what I’m trying to say…it means that you can stay @my place for a while before getting one of your own.

I bet Mak and Ayah are really happy! At last, their one and only son is venturing into working world. And, I’ve got secret to tell. *Shhh…*

Y’know, Mak used to pour her heart out to me and being a mom, she is always overly worry about you. She has a plan of her own. Said, if you fail to get a job (obviously, I think by now, you’ll know all the unbelievable, unimaginable…. crap  reasons on “Why can’t Shahrill be hired?”), she wants you to pursue you Master, and if job is still a problem, you ought to might as well get your PhD . Lucky you, now you don’t have to go through all that.

So again, Lil’ Bro,

Buena Feliz *wink*

the SLOTH in me…

…”it creeps slowly into your soul and feeds on your motivation, leaving you nothing but indolence”

*boredom kills*

Therefore, I ditched my work for a while and went blog-hopping. Nevertheless, I could never beat Chech’s record! You’re the champion, gurl! I have to admit.

Nevermind the new assigned work because @the moment, I am in the mood for snooping!

Nyeh, nyeh..< grinning devilishly & winking @Chech>

On Being Mom

It’s been a week since my lil’ baby went to school. It was such a relief to learn that he can adapt well with new environment. Being overly protective, I end up checking on him everytime I hit the ground floor.  Having our lil’ baby here with us is such a blessing. I feel that my husband and I bonded so much closer. Our last weekend was spent mostly @the house. My routine now starts as early as 4 a.m. for it is our lil’ baby’s feeding time. Right after that, I will need to press clothes for Baba and myself. Next on the list is to pack lil’ baby’s bag for school. If I have a chance, I catch a wink of sleep for a while. Surprisingly, I enjoy doing these stuffs, and waking up early is not a burden at all, anymore. 

I sleep rather early nowadays. And I am pretty sure that tonight will be the same. Unless, our lil’ baby throws tantrum. At 10 p.m. everynight I shall be off to Dreamland. Leaving my husband to attend lil’ baby if he stills wide awake, of course. For tomorrow morning, it is my turn to babysit lil’ baby. 

I’m in a learning process now. Trying to understand on how to distinguish between lil’ baby’s cries for food or because he’s sleepy. To avoid ruining my working attire (especially whenever I’m wearing dark-coloured kurungs) with little white spots, I’ve learned to place lil’ baby’s towel on my shoulder for he oftens spit up after been burped. These are just a few things I’ve learned. Surely there’ll be more coming. Soon. 

From what I know, I believe the two of us; my husband and I are adjusting to our new found love. 

Our angel.

Our lil’ baby.

Our undomiel. 

Muhamad Rifqi Naufal.