In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.
I’ve been quite ill mostly because work has been hard. Wifely duties have been hard too. I really don’t know where I found the strength. Maybe from the natural sense of responsibility.
Anyway, despite being away from work a bit recently, my house is still in a mess. It’s daunting having to do physical work when your body is screaming, “Rest me!”
Anyway, WordPress is getting niftier so I thought now’s a good time to get back to blogging. But of course, I anticipate that life will happen and I’ll end up forsaking this blog again. It takes a lot of commitment to maintain this blog, I’ll admit. Phew!
I read the first chapter of my story, Mortal, and I’m starting to have the itch to continue writing it. Call me narcissistic but that first chapter just sucks me right in. Heh heh heh.
To be honest, I was only writing this post because I had trouble running CSI: Hard Evidence on my PC via Steam. I deeply regret not buying the other CSI and Law & Order games whilst they were available on Steam. I don’t know why Steam no longer sell them. Oh well. Money saved, I guess.
I’ll be accompanying my husband to the hospital next week to review the progress of his ankle. His hospital bill came in yesterday and we were so relieved that we didn’t have to pay anything. The actual bill was close to SGD 20k. How expensive was that?!
I truly just want to be a housewife but maybe I’m not permitted to be one just yet. Seems like there is some sort of destiny I must fulfill at Uniqlo Orchard Central. Hais. I don’t even know what that destiny is but I feel like I wanna die working there already. Hahahaha!
Yes, I laugh but that is truly my sentiment. I don’t know — I guess I learnt to hide my pain a little bit. Or just laugh it away a bit. Better something than nothing.
You know what? I miss myself a bit. I miss the old Huda who doesn’t give a damn about work and the house. This Huda is forced to be a grown-up. But I wanna be a kid again! Help!
Hopefully, I will feel loads better by tomorrow morning so I can work in peace. The Lord is Great. The Lord is Good.
Oh, oh! I started playing Bioshock from the beginning because I have completely forgotten how to play it despite having a previously saved game. I also have not finished Uncharted 2 and am thinking of getting Uncharted 1 just to rehash. But if my husband is not interested in the series, I’ll just reply Uncharted 2 from the beginning again I suppose.
I wanna do a let’s play but audio is always a bitch for me to record. HAHAHA! We’ll see how. With le husband’s superior audio skills, he can probably whip me up a nice Let’s Play set-up. MUAHAHAHA. Or not. Cos, you know, I’m capable enough of working my way around things. TEEHEE.
Speaking of audio and le husband, we were stuck at Toa Payoh library last Tuesday as it was raining heavily. While seeking shelter in the comfort of the library, I stumbled across the Dummy’s Guide to Piano and le husband felt the itch to play it. So I dug out the keyboard from the storeroom (thankfully I was fit enough to do so since his ankle was still in a bad shape and see, this is why it pays not to be too reliant on your husband). He set up my Casio keyboard and voila, he is totally addicted to playing it right now. In fact, he is totally obsessed over it!
Well, what to do, when your husband is a natural musician? Am I boasting? Well, I do take a certain pride in it but in case I sound arrogant, it was never my intention to be so and I do apologise.
I just feel damn proud of him. And that’s how I got back into Bioshock on my PS3. YES, I KNOW EVERYONE HAS MOVED ON TO PS4 AND SOON THERE WILL BE PS5! But it’s okay. I’m always grateful for what I have. If we were truly to reflect, yes, we’re worse off than someone but at the same time, we’re better off than someone else. It’s life and we have to deal with that.
I have. A bit. Progress. Still in progress.
Okay, I’m starting to be incoherent so I shall end this post here.
Thank you for reading!
And Allah is, Al-Ghaffaar, the Ever-Forgiving. – MM
Metropolitan Muslimah 