I Ramble: 19 August 2019

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

I woke up today and had Shakira’s Can’t Remember to Forget You playing in my head in a loop. I don’t quite know what’s the significance but it feels meaningful now. Hmm.

Maybe it has got to do with my realisation that sometimes we have to remember to forget as much as we sometimes forget to remember.

Selective memory.

Or maybe I’m also exploring vocals. I used to think that my voice is ugly until I discovered that people actually enjoy different types of vocals. And a voice like Shakira is definitely a standout. Back then, perhaps, the mainstream media was saturated with pop idols that my exposure to vocals was limited to the atypical high pitched sweet voice. As I grew older and listened to more music, I began to like more operatic vocals. And so now I’m trying to understand my own vocals. I don’t think I belong to the clan of high pitched sweet voices. Lower but with a potential to go high. Chey chey. Hahaha. Hmm. I don’t quite know how to describe it.

Ma, in any case, I want to study more in depth about vocals and just, you know, assimilate myself with the art of vocalising.

But yeah, wondering if I can use my skillsfuture credit for it. Hmm.

And Allah is Al-‘Adl, the Just. – MM

I Ramble: 15 August 2019

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Ola! Feeling sleepy as I had a late night YouTubing, from discovering cool and weird covers of favourite songs, to being enchanted by various performances of GoT OST. I’m too lazy to share them right now so go check those out for yourselves hehe.

And Allah is Al-Hakam, the Judge. – MM

I Ramble: 11 August 2019

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

I am getting more frustrated at Singaporeans; with their impatience, their sense of entitlement to everything and anything, and their lack of consideration for others.

I see it even more in my line of work. If you’re pauper and you had to walk a hundred miles to get a sack of grains but it ran out of stock, I can understand that you’d feel angry. But if you just want a t-shirt and we don’t have it, do you really have to throw a fit? Sometimes I think such behaviour was cultivated by grandparents and parents who spoil their grandchildre and children. When they grow up, they expect everything goes their way as well and throw tantrums when they don’t get what they want. So shameful sia.

From wanting children, I have now begun to feel that I don’t want any. Because I don’t want to breed such species. Lol.


And Allah is Al-Basir, the Seer of All. – MM

I Ramble: 18 July 2019

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Meow! Welcome back little old me to this little old blog I still call a home. How are you all doing? I feel like entertainer inclined to make a greeting before I start the show. Unfortunately, I’m not much of an entertainer but I’ll work on that.

Basically to sum up this week, I had a midnight shift last Monday so I returned home on Tuesday morning and got yesterday off but today is the first day of my five working-day streak. I don’t know if I can survive it but I hope this time it will be less painful than previous instances of working alone. In fact, I’m not filled with too much despair because:

  1. There is no government today. My GM and DM should be at HQ. I hope.
  2. Will only see my GM tomorrow as my GM will be off on Saturday and Sunday. I hope.
  3. My DM will be off on Sunday so that means no government again on Sunday. I hope.
  4. I will only be working alone on Saturday. So there isn’t really much for me to stress out about. I hope.
  5. I will have double off days on the upcoming Tuesday and Wednesday.

So yeah. I’m good. For now. I hope.

I think I will need to check my finances when I get back and make arrangements accordingly. WoW has been fun but costly. I will need to stop my subscription for a little bit as I foresee having to pay for my insurance soon and it will be some time before I receive any sort of bonuses from the company.

Thinking of halting my Netflix subscription as well. I need to port over to another provider as advised by my brother since he has recontracted to a different plan.

So many monetary things to think about.

Additionally, I need to sort out a gaming routine of some sort. I feel super spoilt for choices as I have Nintendo DS, PS1, PS3, PS4, PC games and mobile games to play. Within the PC games range itself, I can always play Diablo III or even start on Hearthstone as recommended by my colleague on Battle.Net. There’s also plenty of games on my Steam and Origin accounts. I almost forgot about games that don’t require online platforms too. I have some on my GOG account.

But of course, more importantly, I need to re-establish my house chore routines and get back to learning how to cook. Still not a fan of it. Hais.

Alrighty that’s about it for now. Gotta walk to work.

And Allah is As-Sami’, the All-Hearing. – MM

So Mesut Özil got married three days ago. Huhu. My husband was like, “You think you’re the only one who can get married, is it? Mesut Özil cannot?” Wakakakaka. I said, “Ja!” XD

But nope, the above photo is not his wedding photo but I chose that photo because it shows how my husband treats me everyday; showering me (or actually my face) with loads of kisses.

Just like that.

I love kisses.

But anyway, when I look at his wedding photo, I can’t help but feel happy for him. They look right for each other. I think they are right for each other.

Then it makes me all nostalgic.

You know, of times when you thought that the first persons you fancied will be your forever (and Mesut had his fair share of first loves — she was older than him, a popular German singer).

Then of the times when you thought it would be impossible to move on from your first heartaches and breakups (and Mesut had a bit of an on-off relationship with that singer).

And finally of the time you found the right person. And everything just clicks and falls into place naturally. Mesut was with non-Muslim partners but his now wife is actually a Muslim. And I believe it helps too that she is Turkish as well. Things do get less complicated when there are no religious and cultural differences between you and your partner.

So yeah, just hang in there guys, and have faith. I truly believed I would meet my husband, although at one point I believed I would meet him in Heaven instead because doing so on Earth just felt impossible.

I used to be shunned for always wanting to meet and be with my life partner. Even accused of not knowing how to love myself. Now I’m glad I didn’t give up on that dream of mine.

And shortly after typing the above…

Husband: (While massaging my back and shoulders) Who are you messaging?

Me: Nobody.

Husband: Oh. You’re reading?

Me: Nope. I’m blogging.

Husband: Oh.

Me: About Mesut Özil.

Husband: Pfft. Ask Mesut Özil to massage you then!

Me: XD

I Ramble: 30 May 2019

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Before we start this post, let’s have some mood music!

Ahhhhh oooohhhh ~

Okay, earworm established. I’m back on the Internet, bitches! Woohoo!!! Also, I’m back on WoW!!!

Fate was on my side as I secured a contract with MyRepublic. I took the gamer bundle. It comes with the ps4 pro! Woohoo!!! Pro la sia!

But I haven’t received the ps4 yet. Doesn’t matter. I’m too occupied by WoW now anyway! Also by this totally addictive mobile game called “Call Me Emperor”. I guarantee you it is fucking addictive. I even spent money on it because…Joan of Arc. I just had to get her as my minister!

Why, Huda, why.

Anyway, with regards to WoW, I decided not to continue my Hoarde orc character as I feel completely lost and afraid when I logged in. Decided to start from the beginning but this time, with an Alliance character instead! It has been interesting and snazzy so far. I really have forgotten a lot of things!

Sadly, I had to OT at work today, leaving me with little time to WoW later. Huhu.

Also, Arsenal lost. Stupid la.

And Allah knows best. – MM