ku ke udara lagi

Berhabuk betul blog ni. Dah lama benar terbengkalai.

 

Kamidisini is reporting to you live now, from the hot humid and very crowded sunny island of Singapore. We’ve been home for about 2 months now, and it’s interesting to see how some things have changed/remained pretty much the same.

 

Ilhan started his nursery/childcare with much fanfare. The morning drama lasted for over a month. Almost two.  Bangun pagi, gosok-gosok mata. Squints and asks,

 

“Kita nak pergi mana ni?

“Nak pergi sekolah lah.”

“Haa?? Ee-han tak nak pergi sekolahhhhhhhh…I’m a baby…..babies don’t go to schooooooolllll….waaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.”

 

But alhamdullillah it’s better now. He talks about his friends and teachers and what he does in class, and recites his du’a well. My baby has grown up J

 

Meanwhile his mum has been doing some relief-teaching at a nearby school. After the year-long hiatus in Perth (read: watching grass grow, enjoying day-time tv,  playing with Ilhan) I have a *slight* problem working regular hours – can’t picture myself doing it anymore. I teach 5.5 hours now, and I kind of like it. Sure I earn a fraction of what I did before I left my cushy teaching life pre-2007 ;  no connect plan, no bonuses blah blah blah, but hey mate, no stress! Cukup time balik. I’m un-Connect-ed J

 

Been on the makan trail. Oh my goodness. I so so so love food in Singapore. How can anyone not? Be deprived of it for a year and you’ll know what I mean. To illustrate my point, in the first 5 months of my pregnancy in Perth, when pregnant women are supposed to be ravenous and mean eating-machines (especially for this one who does not have all the icky first trimester muntah-muntah thing), I put on a mere 5 kg. Just one month in Singapore and I’ve put on another 10kg J

 

The pregnancy’s going well, alhamdullillah. As it was with Ilhan, it’s been uneventful and smooth-sailing. But, while with Ilhan I was like some Superwoman handling my Sec4 graduating classes zipping up and down the 4^th level, with this Baby (I) I feel a bit slow and lethargic. With Ilhan I went through 40 weeks with nary a sniffle, but with this Baby (I) aku asyik lembik-lembik kena flu and cough and fever and whatever it is my 3.5-year old son petri dish brings home from his nursery. Which reminds me. I must send him for a chicken-pox vaccination, because mummy hasn’t gotten chicken pox either and now is really not the best time to, is it? Baby (I) seems more active that abang dia, though. It’s a gym in there with Baby (I) doing his somersaults and kick-boxing and what-nots.

 

Some has asked, what are our plans now. To be honest, we don’t know. But we do know things happen for good reasons, and things always fall into place. So far since we’ve been back we are there - for family health crisis, for matters involving our input as members with some measure of responsibility. And it feels good.

 

But, is it me or is Singapore just so bloody crowded? I don’t remember the jostle for space and parking being so bad before. Rimas.