i draw, i design, i do music, i cook
i 'wife' for hezry.
i 'mom' for hidayat-
but never anything involving
math equations & numbers.
Hidayat’s Eczema Expedition
Category Archives: storytime
bringing you back to 2018, way before my son was able to roam around freely. i went to my first trip to indonesia (bali, to be specific) as part of the hujan entourage (gittew) for soundrenaline. bare in mind that … Continue reading
approaching 2018 last year, things were somewhat different. on new year’s eve while waiting for the countdown on tv, my mind wasn’t as organized as how it is now. i could actually say that my organizing skills have improved dramatically, … Continue reading
bengkung? what bengkung? – four days until i’m done with pantang! however, sadly i haven’t been able to put on my bengkung for the past one week. not because i’m one of the ‘rebellious’ people who don’t like the bengkung, … Continue reading
“are you sure you want to be induced?” “it’s pretty painful, that’s for sure” “most people don’t get induced if they don’t plan on taking epidural” “why don’t you just wait it out?” – at the mo, i feel like … Continue reading
“i’ll be off during the raya haji week, so if you’d like to, i can admit you for induction this sunday” i was basically stunned by such a statement, coming out from my gynae’s mouth. “this sunday? you mean my … Continue reading
tell me which mother who doesn’t struggle to find the right-fitting clothes, during pregnancy. don’t get me wrong. i love my pregnancy! i love being pregnant, i love seeing myself actually big at my stomach area (because my stomach’s the … Continue reading
i was performing my subuh prayer when it suddenly dawned onto me that i actually have the funniest, most supportive friends that i could never have asked for. i remembered back when i was thirteen or fourteen. it was when … Continue reading
since i already let the cat out of the box, yes, i’m pregnant. when you’re young and pregnant, you’ll encounter a lot of mixed feelings about it. i’ve always wanted a baby of my own. i remember back in … Continue reading