Peace be upon you.

Too many pics in this blog i guess. Therefore, no eye candy for you in this entry! hehe.

Ok so ive been out the whole of yesterday, thus resulting in the absence of daily doses of Fadhilah-speak. Reason being ive been out visiting a sick relative at the hospital in the morning, shopping for Hari Raya with mom for the whole afternoon and evening, breaking my fast and performing my terawih at my paternal grandparents' in the night and not to forget, modelling my new clothes in front of the mirror upon reaching home, much to the amusement of my dad.

xx Doctor, i can't feel my hands xx

Me and my mom left the house at 11 am and embarked on a journey to a hospital at Simei (i forgot the name lah). In the lift, mom was commenting on the way i dressed. (Of course, she was conversing in Malay, but i translated it to English for easy reading by other races).

Mom : Why you tuck in your shirt? It was not in that manner the past few months.
Me : Fashion, mak, fashion.
Mom : Fashion your head. You want to show people your belly? You wear the tudung but you let people see your belly.
Me : (Stretches hands in all directions). Ha! Cannot see what.
Mom : (Silence.)

Hhaha. I am so evil. But hey, my mom didnt get upset, i guess it was due to the fact that my belly really couldnt be seen. hyukhyuk. Funny lah my mak. So on the Mrt i was like reading The New Paper and mom, the Berita Harian so the journey was kind of quiet. Upon hearing the mundane and oh-so-familiar voice of the operater claiming "Simei", me and my mak alighted.

Me : Ibu, what bus to take ah? I think my Ez-Link gonna be zero already.
Mom : Can walk lah.
Me : Where? You know how to walk there or not?
Mom : Yah lah. You are really noisy you know. I used to go there everyday to visit arwah nenek when she was in hospital.
Me : Ok. But i really cant see the hospital from here!
Mom : (ignore).

After stepping out of the interchange, we stood for a moment in the blinding afternoon sun. Mom then turned to her right, and walked straight, commenting that she was really sure that that was the way. (She seems to have forgotten the fact that she may have visited my arwah nenek everyday, but that was a year ago). Upon walking, came across eye candy in the form of cute guys (batal puasa aku.). After walking for 10 mins:

Mom : Eh is this the right way?

Wahhhh. I feel like dieing right there and then man. My feet was already tortured by blisters, and there she was, saying that. Grrr. But ended up it was the right way, so we entered the hospital.

Kak Rohayah, the relative who was hospitalised, was actually having a skin problem. May sound minor, but how does having all the specialists from The Skin Centre coming down personally to have a look at you sound? Gosh, you should see her man. It was terrible. Her hands were black, like it was burnt, and her feet had black spots with pus oozing out. She told me, or rather my mom, that her whole body was as if it had gone through terrible sunburn.

She later elaborated that she was made to go through this Phy-something-therapy, in which she was wheeled into a particular blackpainted room, her head covered ala beheading style, and her whole body then being made to undergo intensive radiation. The result? Swollen black palms having the height of two of my Physics books (thats real thick) and stubbles in place of fingers. It was also as hard as a wooden table. Wah. Can die man like that.

So anyway, after having the normal Chit-Chat, and me cairing at a cute doctor named Sofian, we set off to shop.

xx More plastic bags can show off what xx

So at around 130 pm we arrived at my cousin's house to perform our solat prayers. Later we headed to Tampines Mall/Century Square to do what grrls are born to do. I can tell that my mom was in a great mood, as surprisingly, she spent a grand total of $399.75 for the whole shopping trip( Plus a lil food for buka), all in cash, i might add. I was going Phwoar! in my mind whenever she whipped out crisp $50 notes.

So our first stop was U2, in which i bought a pair of brown khaki pants which cost $59, and chose a pair of black jeans for Fauzi, my second brother, which cost $49. Then we headed to Isetan, where we bought more then $150 worth of stuff. I managed to grab a beige blouse, chose shirts and pants for my brothers. Mom bought a suit for herself as well. Headed on to Surf'N'Ski, where i chose a brown Tshirt for my brother which costs $32 i think. Bought a brown belt for myself at 77 street and a brown turtleneck at BYIS, or isit BVIS? Aiyah something like that. Another pair of pants for my youngest brother Farhan at some kiddie shop. We then entered this jewellery store, and i was mega surprised when my mom said:

Mom : You want this ring? I buy for you.
Me : Er. (looks around) No thanks.
Mom : This bracelet?
Me : Er. Nevermind lah.
Mom : This necklace?
Me : Er. Not like i wear necklaces much what.
Mom : How about you pierce your ear now, and i buy for you this earstud.
Me : Er. Kan leceh pakai tudung nak pierce my ear?
Mom : So you don't want anything from this shop?
Me : (Looks around) er. Dont think so.

I was like wwhhhaaat. K all of you must think that im mad to let go of an opportunity like that, but hey, im not much of a jewellery wearer, so what for waste my mom's money right? haha. On the way to the interchange:

Mom : Nur, you put the small plastic bags into the big ones lah. Easier for you to carry.
Me : Er. Can i not?
Mom : Why?
Me : More plastic bags can show off what.

hahhahahha. I am so crazy at times.

xx Erk! So many leftovers! xx

Reached my grannie's just in time to squeeze in the Asar prayers before the commence of the azan. Cik Eca's and Cik Da's family were there too. So in the hall drooling over the large spread of food, were 4 families. Once the azan was heard, all of us digged in into food like Macaroni Goreng, Rojak Mama, Lontong goreng and much much more. Burp. So many leftovers for Sahur, i tell you.

After performing Maghrib prayers on our own, all of us just sat down and mingled with one another, until the Isyak prayers had to be done. So we prayed together in the living room and continued with Solat Terawih and Witir (Finally, ive done it. hehe). After the prayers, we had a round of Do'a session, in which my uncle who headed the prayers broke down in tears, which soon resulted in me crying to. Ive not really been a good Muslim, and yesterday just made me feel so lucky that Allah gave me so chances in life to repent. Alhamdulillah.

xx Am i a model or what? xx

So yeah, upon reaching home, the whole family looked through what i had chosen for them. Thank my lucky stars, or rather, my good taste (wahah), all of them liked what they saw. I then did a round of catwalk in front of the big mirror and realised, Hey. I can look good if i want to you know! hahahah. Perasan.

xx Present xx

So i still have not stepped into the shower. No wonder i sense a bout of rainfall coming soon. haha. Is called me after Sahur this morning, and we chatted all the way till 7am, in which my free incoming ends. haha. So sad. Should have talked longer. The boy's comp has gone kapoot, and i miss him so much. Sob Sob. K this entry is too long. Toodles!

Love,
Nur Fadhilah Wahid.

Timecheck : 55 mins.