27

At 27 today, I'm so grateful with what I have right now; a great husband, supporting family, wonderful friends, a steady job = an almost perfect life. I'm content. I believe that we can't have everything we desire because having everything does not guarantee us that we'll be happier, right?

I have been receiving a bouquet of flowers for the past 3 years and the 4th year is lilies.. My favourite flower arrived at my office. It's beautiful. I wish it stays fresh forever.

And the words on the card.. awwwwwww....

Tears

4.00 am

Saya tak dapat nak menahan air mata bila membaca tulisan ini. Sedihnya sehingga berjuraian. Tidak dapat nak membayangkan sekiranya saya berada di tempatnya.

Lalu saya menoleh melihat suami yang sedang nyenyak tidur. Sayangnya yang terhingga pada abg tahu. Tak dapat nak bayangkan hidup saya tanpa abang.

Sayangilah orang kesayangan ketika mereka masih ada. Don't take for granted because tomorrow may never comes. Sesungguhnya, tiada apa yang lebih dekat dengan kita selain ajal.

Al-fatihah untuk arwah dan semoga isterinya tabah menghadapi dugaan besar ini..

This is about him..

I grew up watching my guy classmates skipped cleaning activity just because they are men. Whenever you did the duty rosters, men were given the easiest work like throwing the rubbish. If you put their names in the sweeping floor section, haram they will do it. Just look at their desks or how they arranged their books in their bags, you'll know what sort of person they are.

So, I have set my mind that men are lazy. Only one out of thousands of normal men may be rajin a bit. the chances of I'm meeting any of them are less than 0.0000002% because I don't have that many guy friends.

I have this girlfriend who refuses to get married because she thinks marriage means double house-works and double head-ache. Why burden herself on such things when life as single is less stressful. Partly, I don't agree with her. However, being what I used to be, I agreed that marriage means the wife has to do the extra work.

Well, that was before..

Then, I got married. Sab gave me this book, The Ideal Muslimah. Which was written in such a way that I wanted to be an ideal muslimah like right now. Menjadi seorang wanita itu, mendapat pahala mudah, mendapat dosa juga mudah.

I went for this ceramah and this ustaz told us that kerja2 rumah hanya jatuh hukum wajib bila suami suruh. Tapi membuat DENGAN IKHLAS tanpa disuruh akan mendapat pahala berlipat ganda. But how many of you actually did it without having your heart felt a little bit angry at your man whom happily stretching out his leg on the sofa watching tv while you are doing house works from dawn till dusk??

I know I can't..

I'm such a fragile human being. I have sensitive skin therefore I can't do too many washing, I'm allergic to dusk, I have troubled knee that prevented me from standing too long, and many moreeee...

But Allah is great and He does answer your prayer. Alhamdulillah, I have the best lifetime housemate. I can't stop thanking Him and feeling grateful for giving me such person and I pray hard that this will last forever.

I know that I have only been married for merely 2 years. Some say this is the honeymoon year and everything still looks so great. For us, the first 10 months was the toughest. We quarreled a lot like a lot. We thought courting for 2 1/2 years before we tied the knot is sufficient enough to actually know each other.
Well, we thought we have..

The truth is, the good and the ugly came later when we started living together, both the man and wife. Then the communicating, accepting and adapting process took place after the 10 months I told you about. And life started to feel beautiful again.

Anyway, he's the best housemate ever. (I think I've mentioned it twice :) I don't iron our clothes or do the bed (which is his part), I can dump the clean laundry on the floor or just leave the dirty dishes in the sink whenever I don't feel like doing it (note: Not all the time, sometimes) and Alhamdulillah, he'll do it without having me to leave a sticky note on the fridge.

I'm not the best cook, but every time I cook, he eats silently and words like "tak sedap", "masinnya", "pedasnya" never blurts out from his mouth. He always repeated "Mak cakap, bila orang masak, jangan cakap banyak. Makan je. Memasak tu penat." and everytime he said that, I wish I got the chance to know this wonderful woman who brought up such a great man.

For 19 consecutive months, I've been nothing but a spoilt wife.. Blame it on the guy in this picture.......... hehehehe


I planned to post this entry on his birthday. However, it slipped my mind..

It's 18th March, Happy 32.12th birthday abang.. hehe

It's a date..

HP7, Thursday, Wangsa Walk, 11.20am, twinseat - checked!

It doesn't seem appropriate to go for a movie on Wednesday, so Thursday instead.. Cheaper and more time to spend together..

200 pages to go on HP7 novel, khatam kali ke berapa entah. And I still cried when Dobby died and Harry dug Dobby's grave with his bare hands.. Sobs..

Oopppss, spoiler for those who haven't read the book..

Bila jam pukul 12malam

"Yang, bangun yang"

Sambil menggosok2 mata buang ape yang patut, samar2 melihat jam atas TV.

"Baru pukul 12. Ngantuk ni, nak tidur"

"Bangun jap"

Dengan malas, berjalan ke luar bilik sambil mata separa tertutup dipimpin teman serumah.

Tadaaaaaaaa...


Wah, sejak bila dah pandai buat surprise2 ni??

Sangat terharu sebab housemet bukan orang begini tapi sebab dia tau saya suka, dia buat juga.

Lepas tu saya nangis baca kad die bagi.

Isi kandungan dirahsiakan ;)

Thank u housemate tercinta. Saya sayang awak.

Owh, itu meja jepun kami yang baru dibeli. Sekarang tidak lagi makan atas lantai ala2 zaman dulu. Dah upgrade sikit ;)
Beli secondhand yang sangat berbaloi.

Must read

I had tears reading this.. Repost from my sister's friend Facebook notes

BEING A MOTHER....

After 17 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.'

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been alone for 20 years, but the demands of my work and my two boys had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

'What's wrong, aren't you well,' she asked?

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

'I thought it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,' I responded. 'Just the two of us.' She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that very much..'

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last birthday on November 19th.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. 'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,' she said, as she got into that new white van. 'They can't wait to hear about our date'.

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. 'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she said. 'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation- -nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.' I agreed.

'How was your dinner date ?' asked my wife when I got home.
'Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagineed,' I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.

Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said:
'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son..'

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I LOVE YOU' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till 'some other time.'

SOMEBODY said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby..... SOMEBODY doesn't know that once you're a mother, 'normal' is history.

SOMEBODY said you learn how to be a mother by instinct... SOMEBODY never took a three-year-old shopping.

SOMEBODY said being a mother is boring.... SOMEBODY never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.

SOMEBODY said if you're a 'good' mother, your child will 'turn out good'.... SOMEBODY thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

SOMEBODY said you don't need an education to be a mother.... SOMEBODY never helped a fourth grader with his math.

SOMEBODY said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first.... SOMEBODY doesn't have two children.

SOMEBODY said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery.... SOMEBODY never watched her 'baby' get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'

SOMEBODY said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married.... SOMEBODY doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.

SOMEBODY said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home...... SOMEBODY never had grandchildren.

SOMEBODY said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her.... SOMEBODY isn't a mother.

Pass this along to all the 'mothers' in your life and to everyone who ever had a mother. This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people in your life while you have them....no matter who that person is.

Ma, I love u so much..

Sometimes we forget

There are times when we often look at other's fortunate lives, we forget how lucky we are in some other way.

There's this blog in my bloglist, which the writer is the wife of my sister's ex-schoolmate. She got married last February and now live happily with dr.husband in Brisbane because the husband works there. The blog tells nothing but her personal life, her activities and her feelings. Who wants to read about that huh? But trust me, the blog has so many fans and the comment sometimes reaches more than 200.

And some of those who read her blog felt envy with her perfect life with her perfect husband. They left mean comments. Oh, people..

But sometimes, when we read these sorts of things, we tend to compare with our own lives. Then we started to think, why cant our men be like that whereas some guys can and we tend to see what we don't have rather than what we have.

This is not good people. Life is indeed unfair. Some are blessed with good things throughout their lives but some are not that fortunate. Kalau kita sentiasa melihat ke atas, kita akan sentiasa merasa diri kita malang dan sentiasa tidak cukup, tak cukup baju, tak cukup duit, tak cukup hensem, rumah tak cukup besar, tak cukup kurus lah. Jadi lihatlah ke bawah, kita akan merasa bersyukur dengan apa yang kita ada kerana ada lagi insan2 lain yang lebih malang dari kita, suami pendera, takde pekerjaan, tinggal dalam lori, takda baju raya, takde kaki. (Tapi kalau untuk memajukan diri tu, janganla lihat ke bawah plak. Sampai bila2 tak maju cam tu.)

So far, I've been blessed with a very good life. I have a job, I have a perfect husband. Eventhough he didn't remember scrawny little details masa zaman bercinta dulu, he's indeed the most romantic person. We are not rich, we didn't eat expensive food, drive a luxury car, or own a big house but we have enough to live this life happily. Alhamdulillah.. As long as we love each other and love Allah, Allah will love us back and we will be happy. InshaAllah..

Now you see me, next you wont..

MJ is dead. I wasn't a big fan of his but I grew up listening to his songs and watching his videoclips. He will be missed.

I started to think that death is so near to us. God can take my life even before my finger manage to strike a key on the keyboard if He wants to.

Islam asks it's people to think about death every single second. And when I'm mad or angry of someone especially the loved ones, I started to think, what if I were never gonna see them again the next moment I blinked my eyes. What if I never had the chance to say I Love You one last time. But if I was hurt by someone, I couldn't help myself from thinking that if I were to die now, I kinda hope he/she will feel remorseful for the rest of his/her life for hurting me and never had the chance to say sorry. Yes, evil, I know..

I read in Cleo mag that men hate when women ask them, "How would you feel if today is the last time seeing me alive" Hell they wouldn't want to think about it at all. Men's thinking is more simple than women. "What's in the present, I'll deal it with but for something in the future, I'll deal with it when it happens, IF it happens" Well, I have plenty of experiences being scolded for saying the word DEATH.

When saying about death or separation, it's not that we want it to happen. We just don't want to think too much what to do next when it actually happens. Most women will always think of Plan B If Plan A went wrong and some men called them pessimistic. And I was always being called that.

Well, I was born to be independent. Women should be able to do things men can do. Women should have education, a secure job, savings, a car, a house and sometimes be as bold as men. Women shouldn't depend solely on her men. Yes, true he was the man you're so madly in love when you got married last time but you'll never know what will happen when you turn fat, ugly and bitter 20 years from now with 4 kids who are still in school. If you have savings, education/job, you can still survive on your two feet eventhough your husband is getting married to a lady 15years younger.

Anyway, I always believe that when there's no death or separation, one can never know the meaning of having someone by his/her side. We have to think about being separated in order to appreciate the loved ones. But many of us tend to take things for granted until it's already too late.

Everytime the car drive pass by my accident place every day, I kept reminding myself how I nearly died that day. God has given me another chance to be with my loved ones and I really2 appreciate it. I wish to be with my family and Mr.Joe every second of my life. Been able to hug and kiss my mom, having to hear Mr.Joe's laugh and see his twinkling brown eyes, priceless..

The word I Miss You is not only for the one you hardly see. Uttering those 3 words to the person you don't see for 3 hours may sound very cheesy but it does create a smile.

~Words can be very simple but it also manage to give a very deep impact without you knowing it.

Hoping for a better week..

In a few days, I will reach 25 years old. I have lived life for one quarter of century.. What have I achieved in that period of time.. What have I prepared for a better life in the world of eternity.. Seriously, I am not prepared at all..

I slept last night thinking and recalling the life I've been through.. All these while, I've wasted my precious life. I have done nothing to improve it from day to day. And I couldn't help myself from crying. I was really grateful when I opened my eyes this morning because I was still lying on my comfy bed. WanMot was nowhere to be seen. I remembered ditching him last night. Well, hmm..

It still amazes me up till now when Ma always knew everything. I cant hide anything from her. It's like she's been given a gift from God. She looked at me this morning, "Gaduh ker?". I gave her a weak smile, kissed and hugged her then dashed to the car.

"Hati2 drive. Jangan bawa laju2. Ingat Allah selalu. Gaduh2 kecik tu biaselah."

Thanx Ma. Well, it's true, gaduh kecik2 ni biase la kan. We always quarreled and managed to get back together in not more than 2 days..
Trying not to think so much about it, I took the MR2 road when I saw the cars were piling up towards Jalan Kuching.

Damn, ade eksiden plak kat split ke Karak Highway tu. Cursing all the way.. @#$%^&*(*(&^%$.
MR2 ni pantang jalan clear, mesti ade pemandu2 giler yang drive laju nak mampus tak ingat kubur. I got stranded there for 30 mins. Rasa macam nak bukak tingkap and cakap kat pemandu tu, lainkali bawa la keta laju2 lagi. menyusahkan orang je tau tak. @#$%^&*!!!!! Tapi tak cakap pun. Dalam hati ni, Ingat Allah, ingat Allah..

Then, there was another accident near the split to Putrajaya to the left, Uniten going straight and Bangi to the right. I was in the middle, a red Kenari came from the left signaled to the right towards UNITEN, a Wira sedan came from the right signaled to the left. Both of them nearly collided but a motorcycle didnt manage to escape and it fell. It happened right in front of my very eyes. If I were to drive a bit faster, I wouldn't manage to brake on time and I may have hit the 2 Indonesian guys..

I swerved to the left and headed to Putrajaya with a rapid thumping heart.. Sorry mate, couldn't stop to help. Arriving only a minute late. I would've arrived on time if this stupid car didn't take my parking spot.Again, #$%^&*((&%$!!!!!

It's only Monday and this is definitely not a good start..

Am taking leave tomorrow. Sis Yanti will arrive from Oz early tomorrow morning. I miss her so much. And I have so much to share with her.. And I miss my dear nephew, Shaqil. I miss having tiny people around the house..

I wish I can take leave for a week...

Untitled

"Lulus"

"Huh?"

"Spaghetti"

"Tak pedas ke. Pastu cam manis sangat tak?"

"Ok je. Sedap. Tq baby"

hihihihihi.. Senyum meleret sengsorang baca sms..
Mr.Joe cakap tak sedap, konfem aku merajuk kan.. heeee

The guy I'm going to marry..

I was such a spoilt brat. Sulking over tiny issue. Made him sad this morning. Then, lunch hour was burdened with JM paper to be submitted to my boss before 2pm. Informing him I don't have time for lunch. I was about to prepare my hot milo when he called wanted to see me outside my office.

Like an angel he is, he bought me lunch!! :)
Worried that I'll have my migraine if I skipped lunch especially during this time of the month.. I made him sad but he still worries about me.. I felt so bad for treating him that way.. I'm sorry...

Thank you so much dear =)

Am still here, loved and beloved..

No wonder today's date seems so familiar..

A year ago, an accident nearly killed me.. If I wasnt lucky enough and that day was the day I should leave this world, I may have landed just a few feet from the kerb then I was gone..

I wouldnt be lying on my bed, listening to Anuar Zain's songs and typing this entry with a glistening engagement ring on my ring finger..

When you are at the brink of death, even you have only a few seconds to think, everything in your life gushes through your mind like a movie without a sound. People you love, things you've done, memories with the loved ones. Then you'll be wishing for another chance to live or maybe just an opportunity to see the one you love for one last time to tell them how much you love them.

The accident had made me to be more appreciative in life. I can control my temper better now. When I'm getting angry with anyone, I will think what if this is the last time you'll meet that person.

Talking about temper, I always remember this story Ma told me long ago. About a father telling his bad tempered son on how to control his temper. The father gave his son a wooden board and a box of nail.

Everytime the son got angry, the father asked him to embed a nail on the board. But each time he managed to control his temper and apologize, he can pull a nail from the board. Later, the board was fulled with nails. The son realized how many people he had hurt so he's trying to control his temper. Nails on the board were getting lesser each day.

And one day, there was no nail at all. He excitedly showed his father the board. The father asked him to feel the board with his fingers. And the father said, you had hurt people around you when you got angry but later you apologized. However, everytime you got angry, you actually left a scar in their hearts like the holes in the board. (Lebih kurang macma tu lah ceritanya :)

Anyway, life is short. You'll never know when is your time to go.

So love everyone in your life and live the life the way you are asked to, to the fullest.

I dont cook..

I just ate this delicious mee goreng cooked by Ma..

Amazingly, she can cook it in barely 15 mins.. One time I heard the lesung banging and 10mins later when I went to the kitchen, there it was packed it the brown paper nasi lemak style..

Ma really amazes me on how she manages to cook a few dishes at 1 time..
When I tried to do the same, one ended hangus and the other ended up tak sedap...
30 over years of experiences may have made her efficient in doing so, but still some people stay at the same stage..

Ma likes to modify anything she learned from the book or the cooking show according to her taste and ours..
Her spaghetti has cili padi in it and not as sour as the Italian style.. But we love it so much ;)

I'm still in the process of learning how to cook.. When I was in my Uni years, I used to do the cooking thing quite a lot when I went back home during weekends.. But I noticed that I haven't done much ever since.. Especially after I went back from DPA.. Hmmph, not good..

I will be a wife in less than a year.. Ma said, I should be preparing myself from now on..

For now, when I'm so tired after the long journey back home from the office, I can just lay down and fall asleep waking up the next morning not affecting anyone.. Ma is there to do the cooking and the house thing.. But later when I have a husband and a home to take care of, even how tired I am, the duty is mine as a wifey..

Anyway, to my dear future husband,
Just want you to know that,
I love to clean and tidy things up but cooking is not my thing..
I can cook but I cant promise you that it'll turn nice all the time..
I have a very severe PMS every month which will make me into a very cranky and sensitive person..
I hate people who mess things around the house like leaving the sugar jar opened..
I have migraine when I don't eat my meal on time..
I cannot siang the fish because it'll make my hands itchy..hehehe
And to be a the good wife is my promise to you...

Yaya (T) = Yaya Tembam..

Ini bakal suami saya :)

Kiri adalah Papa saya dan kanan adalah Mama saya juga adalah tukang jahit baju tunang saya ini :)
Terer kan dia?

Jutt dan Noni, besfren masa DPA

Ini Mama saya, orang yang terpenting dalam hidup saya :)

Ini saya, bakal isteri K@m@rul Redzu@n N@li

Romance, do they last?

It's almost 10 and I haven't touch anything on my desk today.. Ouch..

Anyway, I have finished reading Mitch Albom's, For One More Day and reading another by Nicholas Sparks, Dear John..

Call me a sentimentalist for I used to be a sucker for romance novel. English romance novel. Having sisters 8, 7 and 4 years older, I first started reading Judith McNaught when I was 10 when I saw they were so engrossed with it. Lots of thing I didn't understand that time but I just cont on reading and rereading all over again when I get older.

Then, I was lost in Jeffrey Archer's. I finished reading As the Crow Flies in just 2 days. Lecture notes were put away and time were spent reading Archer's novels that I borrowed from the library.

After Uni years, I noticed that I haven't read much.. Most of the time were spent 'SMS'ing Wan..Hehehe.. Till now..

Mitch Albom's For One More Day is as good as Tuesdays With Morrie. A simple book with deep, strong words that touches your heart. For those who have issues with their mothers, I suggest you read this book. Then you'll realize a mother's sacrifices you have long forgotten..

I always like Nicholas Spark's.. Romance novel written from a man's point of view differs from the usual McNaught's, Steel's, Garwood's, Deveroux's and many others.

Talking about romance and stuff, I was rummaging a box inside my cupboard a few days back. Things from my past, cards, dried flowers, eccentric notes passed during classes, autograph books and this letter I received when I was 14 from a secret admirer.

I was popular in school for being the pure, obedient and excel student. The summary for that is a NERD..haha.. But my clique during that time were from those who were popular-because-they-are-pretty type of people.. Nerd nerd pun, I had a very hunky boyfriend mase tu tau..hehehe..

Therefore it was something bizarre for receiving letter from a secret admirer because I was just a boringplainjane during school years. The words in it were nicely formed that made me terawang2 when I read it..hahaha.. He even wrote "I like u" all over my table and on the blackboard..

The secret admirer asked to meet but I didn't show up. Then everything stopped..

But I still kept his letter for remembrance ;)

Wan never wrote me a love letter. He's a man who doesn't write but he had done and said so many lovely things..

When I was going away for OBS, he waited till the bus was no longer seen.

He surprised me on the morning I was leaving for Tentera Module and waited till the bus left.

He is willing to stroll in the rain to get me things.

He wakes up early everyday because he needs to arrive at my house to pick me up to work.

He sings in the phone to cheer me up..

Surprises me with flowers and gifts..

Concerns when I'm not eating my meal on time because I'll have migraine later..

And yesterday, when I said, "Air bandung ni manis sangat lar"
He replied spontaneously, "Manis lagi gefren abg".. Awwwwwww.....

Nonie said this honeymoon years I'm having now will finally comes to an end, because the guy will no longer bother to do all those things anymore.. Hmmm...

But I have seen couples who remain having romantic relationship even after 20 years of marriage. The hubby calls and texts when they are apart, flourish with cheeky notes and gifts..
I guess, they are the lucky ones.. And that relationship does exist..

~Praying for the best..

For the sake of menanggung kerja..

Engagement should be a discreet ceremony known only by family members and close friends. Neway, for those who read my blog, I'm getting engage tomorrow.. And I'm still at work today..

I am menanggung kerja so I cant take leave for 28 days from the date start. If I did take leave, the date will restart on the day after I took leave and the payment will also starts on that day.. So, for the sake of the payment, I am here resting my butt on this chair..

Yang tak acinya, Wan took 2days off.. Today and Monday.. Sleepy and tired from last nite's staying up adding beads on my baju tunang, I had to force myself to wake up and drove to Putrajaya.. I bring along my baju sebab tak habis lagi sewing those beads. Tu lar gatal.. Ngade adding another section of beading work on my baju and I thought I can finish it last night. Too bad, I dozed off with the tv and light on till morning.

Thought of going back early today but I have a meeting later in the afternoon.
I may have to stay up again tonight making sure everything is proper and the house is neat and clean for the occasion tomorrow. Sis Yana will arrive today. Hope Bro Pian is willingly rajin to help around..

I'm so sleepy and not in the mood of doing anything today.. I should have been at home today helping Ma.. =(

~Shite, I have pimple on my nose... Grrrrrrrrrr

In The Mood Of L.O.V.E

I received this in my email this morning..

An Amazing Love Story

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys were chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.

They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything. She felt uncomfortable. She thought, "please, let me go home.... "

Suddenly he asked the waiter. 'Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee.'

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously; 'Why do you have this hobby?'

He replied:

'When I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there'.

While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.

That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart.

A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home.

Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands;

he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him!

Thanks to his salty coffee!

Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffeee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:

My dearest,
please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt.
It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything..

Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you.

Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.Her tears made the letter totally wet.

One day, someone asked her: What's the taste of salty coffee? It's sweet, she replied..

LOVE is
Not to forget but to forgive
Not to see but to understand
Not to hear but to listen
Not to let go but to HOLD ON...
Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.

Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.
Who calls you back when you hang up on him.
Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.
Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.
Who holds your hand in front of his friends.
>Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "That's her"

~My awaits have been worth while

Cuti lagi...

I'm taking leave for 3days starting tomorrow till Monday.. I'm going back to KB attending my cousin's wedding..

I've been sick for almost 2 weeks now.. I miss my cute babyish voice *ahaks*..
Although it may not sound a bit like Siti's, I miss my old voice.. I've been having this croaky sexy one since last Thursday..

So I safely went and came back from Genting.. I brought Ma along..
The course was drop dead boring.. Law and I will never click together..
Anyway, the course was a good way introducing me to the group I'll be working with later since I never got a proper introduction to the group..

Well, the bad news is, my back mirror wiper was stollen..
geram thp dewa dewi!!
Of all the luxury cars yg dtg Genting nk berjudi sakan, wiper keta aku yang jadi mangsa..

I was even more sick when I got back home on Wednesday afternoon..
I went to KK kt umah tu but doc tu sgguh kedekut.. bagi aku cuti sehari jer..
padahal, aku datang dengan demam, suara seksi katak ni, n die siap
soh buat blood test sebab suspected denggi, sehari je cuti die bagi!!

The next day, amik EL lar..
Rest through the wiken, but still demam on Monday..
Lutut plak sakit cam aritu.. Telan Voltren lar nak ilang sakit..
Badan aku untuk bln August is sgguh toksik..
PCM 3hr sekali for almost a week, antibiotik for 5days, Voltren plak..

Since Yati is gone for almost a month,my boss pun amik cuti!!
Siap pegi kursus!!!
Sume keje dump on me..

HELP...

Suara pun xkuar bile bercakap..

Rase sgguh xsehat arini..
I'm having that time of the month n seluruh kepala rase sakit.. Nak balik!!

oh, oh, harini I lost rm50..
sedih!! tak tau cicir kat mne..
Rm50 is my meal kat ofis for a month!
punyer la berjimat cermat bulan ni sebab banyak bercuti, birthdays and weddings..
tup tap, ilang wiper n duit rm50..
geram sgguh..

ngadu kt Ma, her words always comfort me.. If she's gone, kat sape lagi la nk ngadu..
Ngadu is one thing and the words you received later is another..
ngadu je but tak dapat respon, serik dah nak cakap ape2..

Oh well, life goes on...

Rain..

It rained heavily last night,
and so did my heart...

*sigh*

Does it always have to be this way??

Or is it I'm the one who's not ready..

It's not all about you..

What did I do wrong?

Since his mom is not feeling well, I said it's not proper for him to spend the whole day with me and he should concentrate more on his mom when he's back in KL..

I said things are not the same now and he should think about what his family will think of me if he still wants to go out with me while his mom is sick in the hospital..

I don't think it's appropriate to date, laugh and have a good time while she's sick in the hospital..

I'm affected too but I try not to have this thing get me.. We can still meet but maybe for just an hour or two.. I don't mind because that is good enough for me..

But I'm the one getting the silent treatment..
I've spoiled his day..

I'm sorry.
but it's not all about you..
What about my feeling? My thoughts?
Have you ever think about how I feel when this happens and how much I tried my best to cheer you up when you are feeling down?

*sigh*

Shedding tears is what I do best now..
Oh I don't mind, I have a big full tank of tears to shed..