She was a first class graduate, paid of her study loans and married her college sweetheart.
She was working with a renown IT Company, coding, writing, managing projects for a bit. She was really good at what she did, though the long hours and weekend working slug, the usual stress is there but overall she's okay with it.
He was doing well as well, the corporate world loves him as she had always expected. Smart, well dressed, assertive, emanating leadership values, all those mumbo jumbo fancy terms you hear or read in motivational books.
Then she got pregnant.
She was ecstatic, he was ecstatic.
Maybe it was motherhood instinct, maybe it was because he was doing so well, whatever it was she decided to stay home, nurturing and raising her little children, Nuraina 2.0 as she sees it.
I'll learn how to bake, maybe I'll sell cupcakes online, bake Tiramisus and sell baby clothes through blogs and such.
Her Tiramisus are too sweet, her cupcakes looks horrid...
Now she's with two kids,
and he is getting busier by the day, flying off to some outstation assignment.
Driving in her sedan, picking up Suhaila from school, dropping Uzail at some overpriced fancy islamic kindergarten.
Posting pictures of kids, babies and cookies on Facebook.
Listen about rants by other young mothers, latest hijab fashion, they call it hijab these days, watching Ustazah Bahiyyah on TV or listening to Fazillah Kamsah telling her how to be happy.
Cheerful mom eh?
Happiness is this? Well partly it's this.
Once Suhaila and Uzail are tucked in, or whether Aiman is asleep or outstation, it is then when she slids out the XPS.
Mackbooks are for cookies, pictures and social thingiess... To look at cute things or baby crap.
XPS.... Well XPS is for me.
Logs into her VPN, then once she feels safe, logs into the chatroom...
<Lady77Medusa> Wassup boys <Lady77Medusa> Miss me? <0r10nstar> You're late! <0r10nstar> Bloody hell this isn't an 8th grade dating where the chick is supposed to be casually late. <Lady77Medusa> Sorry boys, was busy jerking off to a LMFAO video clip kinky.... <**aster1sk**> well at least you're not jerking off to a bieber clip LOL <Lady77Medusa>; sorry yo, I'm no lesbian, don't jerk off watching a girl sing :P <0r10nstar> okay enough with the chatter we got shit to do <0r10nstar> you all behind VPNs? <**aster1sk**> roger that <Lady77Medusa> as far as my IP add is concerned, I'm a hooker from Amsterdam ready and waiting set sail and good to go <**aster1sk**> where's zergling? <0r10nstar> he's out from this gig <0r10nstar> says he has some real life shit to take care of <0r10nstar> anyway i'll be taking his part for now, as for the rest make sure you're encrypted all the time. <0r10nstar> GMT 0000 we'll hit the fan, as we planned, for glory, for revolution, for the future! <Lady77Medusa> Viva la resistance!
Cupcakes? Puddings was never her thing, PHP.... Now we're talking....
As the wind blows through the opened sliding door, caressing through the walls and waltzing around the hall, like a perfect dancing partner a sweet tingling sensation of the violin caresses the ambience...
Hamzah Dolmat and Keroncong, sadly in the days where music is judged by what is seen rather than what is heard, this legendary Malay violinist shall never be known except by the obscure few who insists on listening to songs serenaded by those who are long gone.
As he sits on that black leathered sofa, a rather muscular feature that stands out in this soothing surrounding, he lights his pipe...
"You do realise that thing can kill you..."
With his eyes duly concentrated in making sure that he gets an even burn on the tobacco....
"My answer to this rather incovinient fact that you just mentioned is just as same as my concern towards your marital status..."
On a flight to Jakarta there was this boy who sat by me, he said hi, introduced himself and asked me from where did I came from.
Now it was a KLM flight, it came from Holland and made a Transit in KL before landing in Jakarta. So the kid was somewhat curious to have a conversation with someone from a foreign land or something.
I said I was from Kuala Lumpur.
He was somewhat surprised, the pleasant sort of surprise.
"Oh really? I'm from Kuching!"
"Ahh that's nice, I was born in Kuching."
After a brief history on why I was born in Kuching kid continued asking..
"You go there for work mister?"
"No, I'm going for a short holiday"
"Wow really, me too, me and my family are going to visit my father's friend, he is a chinese guy who lives in Jakarta."
"You know, even though he is Chinese, he cannot use his name, because Indonesia don't like Chinese people, the last leader, Suharto dont like chinese so they say cannot all must throw the name. They a bit racist like that. Unlike Malaysia they don't want people from China to come and want the chinese to go back to China. So that's why ah they all don't speak chinese and there are very few Chinese people in Jakarta, my father's friend is one of the few of them there..."
"How old are you kid?"
"I am fourteen, why do you ask?"
"Nothing I was just wondering...."
I just couldn't bear to point out the irony that in a Dutch Airline, bound for Indonesia, we are two Malaysians conversing in English.
On the flight back to Kuala Lumpur, I was surrounded by a family of Indonesian Chinese, going for a holiday to KL I think, siblings with babies and such, pretty noisy bunch, by which during entire flight, they all spoke Indonesian...
I wanted to tell the kid that, actually there are many Chinese in Jakarta, it's just that, Unlike in Kuching... In Jakarta you got to look really closely to tell the difference.
But he's just fourteen.... I'll let him discover porn first...