Worse than man-flu

Sitting here writing through squinted eyes and a heavy head, I finally understand what men go through when they have "man flu" only I feel worse, seeing I have "pregnancy flu" (meaning I cannot take any drugs for it!). I honestly cannot remember feeling this bad for a long long time.

Oh, that's right - congrats to me ha? I am pregnant. (yes it has been a while since I have posted). I am due in 9 weeks time actually! (InshAllah).

I keep thinking - do I keep this blog open and add to it? Will I ever add to it? Should I open a new blog? etc etc. I am hoping when I am a stay at home mum that I'll have more time to write about my overly boring mother's club style stories. But who knows!

Wish me all the best - if anyone ever reads this blog anymore!! :)

Lost my mo-jo?

*ahem*

Why do I always NOT stick to a task? I was never a hyper child, and I can never recall being easily distracted. Sure I would be off with the fairies at times, day dreaming or observing something that perhaps the other kids didn't. And no, Alhamdulilah I don't have autism. So here I am, in my mid 20's (okay, kinda creeping towards the 30 mark), and I am still distracting myself if I find the opportunity to. 

So at around lunchtime, I wrote a rather large list of things to do around the house. I even put square and circle tick boxes just to motivate myself. I got as far as the first item, that being to pray, and completed the task. Tick! Then onto the next item, right? Umm...not quite. It is now miserably dark, the sun has set (okay, in London that means 4pm - grr!) and I ended up spending the whole day throwing out things. Yes I did do work, but not what I originally set out to do. It was a hell of a lot of fun though. I threw out clothes (okay, I will give them to charity), receipts, beauty products I have never ever used, and so forth. After throwing out items, you would think I would now be going back to the original list to start ticking it off. Instead I find myself on Blogger!

I wonder if there will ever come a day when I learn to stick to a list/plan. 

Do people learn to do that with age, or does this "distracting" oneself get worse?

I better get some food into me. This is way too deep for my liking. Getting back into blogging isn't easy, ya know?  ;)

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!

After a year and a half, this funky chicken is baaaaaaaaaaaack! (by popular demand of course) (well her sister's request anyway).

I have missed writing on this blog, I really have! I thought about it so many times, and thought I would start a new blog...but if I started a new one, the connection to my past wouldn't be made, therefore making things kind of dry.

So here I am again! My husband (yes, we are still married :P) just asked what I am doing. I have to admit, I am very random. I should be getting ready for our weekend trip, but here I am blogging. Nothing has changed in that respect...I have always chopped and changed and distracted myself since I can remember.

I best be off.

Til next time!

Minime
x

FUN QUESTIONNAIRE (Again!)

Thanks to fellow blogger “b.”, here is another fun questionnaire for people to copy and fill out as they like.

Side note: There is another fun questionnaire under my Archive – “October” blog if you would like it. Also, the reason I freakishly leave these questionnaires blank yet still insist on keeping them on my site is because (besides the fact that I like to keep KINDA private)…

I remember a few months ago I was after these questionnaires online (having received some via email yet I so-typically-of-me deleted them and then months later wondered why I deleted them). I was frantic to find one, wanting my then-husband-to-be (now-Husband slash Gangster) to fill it out. How else would I find out corny and useless facts like what his favourite flower is, or what’s his fav chocolate lol, or some juicier stuff like -- has he been in trouble with the law? Has he got a tattoo, etc. Mind you, there was no REAL juicy juice I found on him after all, well, maybe just a tiny bit *evil laugh* (hooray, I finally got my dream “bad boy”), well not really, but it makes me feel good thinking that *shrug*. So, Google I did. I G-oooooooo-gled my lil green eyes out with phrases such as “fun questionnaire”, “fill in questionnaire”, “email questionnaire” yet nothing came up. Now months later, finally with two questionnaires under my belt, I am feeling fairly pleased with myself. I figure that some poor soul will be out there doing the same thing as I was doing, searching Google for these questionnaires. I am hoping they find some luck in coming across them on my blog :)

FUN QUESTIONNAIRE

1. What is your middle name?

2. How big is your bed?

3.What are you listening to right now?

4. What are the last 4 digits in your cellphone number?

5. What was the last thing you ate?

6. Last person you hugged?

7. How is the weather right now?

8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

10. Favorite type of Food?

11. Do you want children?

12. Hair color?

13. Do you wear contacts?

14. Favorite holiday?

15. Favorite Season?

16. Have you ever cried over a love lost?

17. Last Movie you watched?

18. What books are you reading?

19. Piercings?

20. Favorite Movie?

21. Favorite college football team?

22. What were you doing before filling this out?

25. Favorite animal?

26. Favorite drink?

27. Favorite flower?

28. Have you ever loved someone?

29. Who would you like to see right now?

30. What color are your bedroom walls?

31. Have you ever fired a gun?

32. Do you like to travel by plane?

33. Right-handed or Left-handed?

34. If you could go to any place right now where would you go?

35. Are you missing someone?

36. Do you have a tattoo?

37. Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?

38. Are you hiding something from someone right now?

39. Are you 18?

40. What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?

41. Are you afraid of the dark?
42. Favorite hangout:

43. 3 things you can't live without?

44. Favorite songs?

45. What are you afraid of?

46. Are you a giver or a taker?

47. What are your nicknames?

48. What is your dad's middle name?

49. What do you sleep in?

50. Stuck on a deserted island, and can only bring one thing?

51. Favorite TV commercial?

52. First thing you'll save in a fire?

53. What is your favorite color?

54. What are the things you always bring with you?

55. What did you want to be when you were a kid?

56. What do you usually do when the alarm turns on?

57. What color is your bedsheet?

58. Who do you want to meet?

59. What do you think about before you go to bed?

Content :)

Okay, so I have my mojo back to write. Whether my stomach is happy with that or not, I will never know because I just heard it growl at me. But that could just have something to do with the gastro I am probably getting.

So I type, admiring my engagement and wedding bands as they glimmer under the office lights. Having not taken my rings with me on my honeymoon, I have found that since I returned and began wearing them, I have become hypnotised by them. I have never been big on jewellery – but getting used to wearing a bit of bling was almost a natural transition from ‘clearly single’ to ‘look at me, I’m a princess’. Alright I am kidding. But I do become quite a bimbo when I start discussing my rings. I better stop. I better say MashAllah also.

As for an update on the wedding, honeymoon and married life?

Wedding: Alhamdulilah I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day (everything went according to plan!), and most importantly, I walked away knowing I made the right choice in marrying a man I could have only dreamt of previously.

Honeymoon: Again, SubhanAllah – perfect. If anyone wants suggested honeymoon destinations, just ask me. Three weeks in Malaysia was divine. We found a remote place for swimming, we ate like we’d never eat again and we spent the trip laughing like children.

Married life: What married life? We got divorced. And this was all before our 2nd month anniversary. Haha – kidding. SubhanAllah, Alhamdulilah, Allahu Akhbar. Being married to the right person is incredible. Alhamdulilah we have a very good understanding, get along like a house on fire and almost identical outlook on life.

How’s that for a summary on ‘my life’. That’d be a first for me. Usually I just cannot stop typing. However, I know I feel content enough with fewer words this time. Content is how I feel. Alhamdulilah.

Reflection

I figured that it was about time that I wrote again. Lately I haven’t found anything ponder-worthy to write about. I have no small observations about my surroundings, because I am feeling oblivious to my surroundings these days. I am on such a high, and so in love, Alhamdulilah. I am feeling cocooned right now, feeling my emotions really deep, having never experienced anything like this, ever. I am so in love that I just feel like spreading the joy a little.

There are now six weeks left until my wedding! :)

I said to my fiancé last night, that I still cannot believe I am getting married to the man I met only a few months ago at a group dinner. I couldn’t believe that the man standing in front of me last night, the man I have grown to love so much, is the same smiley faced guy sitting there that night at the restaurant.

I remember his big white smile and gorgeous eyes sparkling up at me, as he replied “Wa alaikum salaam”. My first reaction was “wow”, followed by an instant thought of “I didn’t know he looked like THIS!”. Chi Ching! Instant attraction. Having been introduced to him a week prior to this group dinner, I hadn’t give him a second thought as his sunglasses that day seemed to shade out every bit of the warmth on his face. It is in fact this warmth that makes him, well...“him”. I spent the whole night trying not to look at him, trying to direct my conversation to the group rather than just to him. But the more the night went on, the harder it got. What can I say? The guy got my humour!!! Did anything else matter to me at that point? lol. I recall leaving the dinner, and my sister saying to me “wasn’t he nice?”. For some reason, it took her to ask me that, for me to realise that “I really, really like this guy!”. And that doesn’t happen with me. I rarely find guys that I “click” with. Nevertheless, clicking with a random guy that I had just met.

It is amazing how naseeb works out for people. Subhan’Allah. I used to think to myself “I wonder who I will end up marrying”. The possibilities are endless. I also used to ask myself, “will I ever get married?”. Not that it was ever a pressing issue for me, nor for my parents, but still, it was a thought that crossed my mind every now and then. And to think that I had no idea my naseeb lay with an Englishman. Those damn foreigners, coming into MY country, stealing MY heart away! :P...

Back to the talk on cacoons earlier: I am currently feeling cocooned with my thoughts on him, my feelings, and my need to be around him all the time. But going back only a few months ago, I was cocooned in a different way. I was cocooned in thinking and believing quite strongly (although they were always ‘unspoken rules’ in my mind), that my life was permanently fixed in not only Australia, but in Melbourne to be exact. My world up until now has been my family, and I cannot be blamed for not knowing anything else. And Alhamdulilah, what a beautiful family I have! Yet I made the most adult decision of my life when, with the support of my parents, I agreed to the possibility of letting go of my attachment to them, to the rest of my loving family, and life as I know it in gorgeous Melbourne. Accepting my fate with finding the man of my dreams was the easy part, yet accepting my fate could perhaps lie in a world foreign to my own, took a while longer to comprehend.

We are told to put our trust in Allah, and although I believed and still do believe this strongly, I don’t think I wanted to believe that Allah would intend for me to live abroad for a while. I guess I wanted everything: I wanted to be with my family, be with my man, and be in Australia. I then realised that it seemed I could only have 1 out of 3 of my favourite things, with the 1 thing being: my man. I then had to comprehend that finding the love of my life and starting a life with this man will take precedence above all else. And so it should I realised, seeing that InshAllah one day I will start my own family with him. InshAllah my family will always be there to love and support me, so it was time for this bird to leave her nest and fly. And by me putting my trust in Allah, and believing that I have always been a devout servant, InshAllah wherever my life leads me, will be in the best direction for my deen. I have always wished for nothing less in a partner: someone who would support and encourage me Islamically, and someone whose character is so delightful that he makes me smile and laugh everyday. Alhamdulilah, so far I have found both in him.

Everyday I ask Allah for guidance. I ask Allah: “if (my man) is good for me, my religion, and my livelihood in this life and in the hereafter, then make it easy for me, and bless me with it, but if he is bad for me, then turn him away from me...”. If he was bad for me, I have figured that we wouldn’t have come this far. The only barrier (massive barrier as I saw it) that was prominent from the beginning was the fact that we are both from opposite ends of the globe. But SubhanAllah where there’s a will, there’s a way. The major barrier now InshAllah appears to be lifted due to sacrifices on both of ours parts. And no, it won’t be easy for either of us, yet InshAllah I am hoping Allah will make it ‘easier’ for us as our love and respect for each other grows.

SubhanAllah, such a brilliant walk of life has walked my way. He has made me the happiest I can ever recall being.

Allahu Akbar.

Work no more...

I have always been one who has the worst of timing. When I should be washing the dishes, I am upstairs praying (okay, I decided to show a positive example first up!). When I should be sleeping, I am pampering myself; when I should be spending time with my mum, I am on the phone to my fiancé; when I should be working, I find myself filing my nails, and when I should be finishing off a major project here at work – I find myself with an unforgiving and untameable desire to post a new blog.

Today’s blog was prompted by my solemn mood. My solemn mood was prompted by my general manager, yet the whole situation was prompted by me. Sorry, that sounded confusing. Too much prompting is going on.

I had a meeting with my general manager today. I knew this was coming and in a way I was glad to get it all out in the open. In summary, the push for my wedding to be sooner rather than later, as well as my uncertainty as to which country I will be living in within a few months has crushed my chances of having a long term career within this organisation. *sob* (okay, I am faking that sob, I am really not too fazed). I don’t even know why this solemn mood came about. I am the one who prompted (there goes that word again!) him to make my last day here at the end of April…

Maybe I wanted a miracle subconsciously. Maybe I wanted him to turn around and beg me to stay. I know he wouldn’t – but it would be nice. Maybe I don’t know what I am on about because I am sleep deprived.

Anyway – everything is predestined to happen, so InshAllah this is for the best. Time will tell.