happy new year/hijrah/awal muharam bros and sisters
Monday, December 29th, 2008my belly has started bloating….i can see a lump which wasnt there before….bought maternity dress and trousers at jaya jusco yesterday…along with a cute diesel sweater..it had 50% discount and being stingy with my clothes…this is my first apparel wear i used more than rm40 on…. its cute,sporty and trendy bling2 you know…but somehow i feel uncomfortable..like something on my mind is saying “fateema…youre going to be a mom…youre too old for something young like this”…what my husband has to say “ayang, youre not 50! youre only 24..it looks cute on you”..made me blush….since upper secondary school…i have been mature thinking compared to my peers…yes…i act childish….but when it comes to decisions and thinking…i can give an opinion someone twice the age of myself can give….and maybe compliments from friends the same age and way older than me on how mature i think and act with them…..i have begun to think and feel im near 40…..i sudden comment from my hubby made me realise im still very young…but somehow its funny….ive forgotten how to act like someone in their 20’s(which most of my friends tend to enjoy,sosialize,spend and worry less)…either im very adult one minute or im like a kid the next…i think its how someone is brought up…i was always bought up with…”ladies should act this way, muslims should hold responsibilites on society, you should think like this, theres no use to be trendy and fashionable”….since small i was always the ‘bigger person’ and was treated that way….never was the small one mainly coz im the eldest…=) so yes, how a person is bought up by their parents makes a big difference on how that person will act one day…my maturity may come from how my parents raised me and my childishness came from how taken care of i am and how much i want to have attention….and yes, being the adventurous and troublemaker type when i was small…this has been very stressful on me to swallow while growing up where ’should’ conquers ‘want’…and yes, i sometimes feel i want a break….live somewhere no one will judge me and i can do anything…
BUT this world isnt only about me… i dont have d right to complain…despite my ‘always have to shine and perform for my parents coz their eyes and honour is on me’ feeling…my family has always been there for me and taken care of me through all their hardships without me being much effected….maybe im a bit spoilt too….coz i dont have to face hardships that much….so fateema….you still havent lost anything coz both of your childish behavior mixed with maturity…you have won your hubby’s heart till the end…=D so i still won!
last but not least…happy ISLAMIC new year!its new year…yesterday shopping got me carried away…and sadly only had the chance to read the new year prayer after a rush to UPM mosque..i missed the last year prayer..huhu…later today im heading back to shah alam….my family are celebrating islamic new year with turkey…..like most of you know..half of my life was in england and sometimes…secretly…i feel im more british than malaysian coz there are uncountable times…i feel like an alien in my own country and with friends coz while friends are talking bout their malaysian experience while growing up..im like “whats that?” and after being laughed at most of the time(friends can be mean to u if you think differently and have different experiences)..i seldom have guts to ask after that (bet no one knew that part of me…haha)…well…for my family….thanksgiving its a happy celebration… sadly, when we were in england… we didnt have much money to buy turkey, not saying finding halal turkey is also tough.. telan air liur jelah…so now… its our first islamic new year where we have money to get turkey (mahal tol..rm30 perkg) and all the family members are together..adding two more…my baby and hubby…..hehe….one happy family…..
well…thats all for now….hope u all had a happy holiday….=)
signing off……love,
fateema

