I know I have been on quite a hiatus now. my entries, they aren't even sporadic, they're basically in a complete period of comma, which i hope to be temporary. this one here is somethong I'm putting to break the break.
A lot has happened and is happening in my life now
1) I moved out of my mommy's house
2) hubby and i moved into our own rented place (been exactly 9days today)
3) we love our new place because it's homey and cosy
4) we more than 70% furnished it by the thirs day and now it looks lived in and super comfy
5) we've had more than 50 people come to our house in these 9 days (mostly family and close friends)
6) in between the shifts and home planning, we've been around with families and friends. The usual stuffs: kenduris, gatherings and reunions
7) we've spent more than rm 2000 in just 2 weeks (you know why)
8) daily routines have drastically became less stressed from long distance travelling and household juggling
9) hubby and i have more quality time together and we're both very happy and at peace
10) life has thus been great
I do miss family sometimes, its not easy leaving your nest but I have to fly away when I do and when i did it made me happy...
i miss friends too because its not easy finding much time for leisure being married.
but at the mo, it's all good.
wishing everyone the same..
love and hugs!
Sunday, 12 April 2009
Thursday, 5 March 2009
when bigots speak
I’m deeply insulted today. angry, and insulted..
Don’t think I didn’t notice how I’m the only member of my race holding my post in the discipline my drug belongs to. I’ve known that since the first day I started work. The whole group of reps from my company is not from the race I’m from. Heck with all the onco reps from all onco drug companies covering the whole of the northern region put together, I am still the only one belonging to the race my flesh is heir to. And I’ve known and faced the racisms that comes along with the whole situation - countless times before. I realized I constitute less than 1% of the field’s population and that even if I want to or do scream, my voice gets drown out all the time. Sometimes when they’re about to say something extremist, they’ll tell me they’re not being racist and then proceeded to do just that, thinking just because they already announced before hand that they were not being racists, it excuses their sometimes not-too-subtle bigotry. All the times I’m surrounded by people who were rude enough to speak in their mother tongue that I’m alien to thinking I don’t know what ‘huanna’ or ‘huanna kui’ means and hear them thrashing my race in my face, raining the room with their splashy saliva and bloody malice in their eyes.
But I’m a bigger-picture person. I rise above. I have risen above all these while, I am rising above now and will continue to rise above from here on out. The only reason I’m cutting them slacks is because I don’t know what exactly they talk about even if I do know they’re thrashing my race. At least not one of the coward little poopers had the guts, the vg-s or the balls to say it to my face in a language I understand. But that’s okay, cause none of them, not a single one of them speaks better English than me. And in our working world, that means I’m a rare breed amidst a pack of strays.
So I’m okay because I don’t need to bitch about other races for doctors to never forget me or my name (even after meeting me the first time), or to be the favourite rep with some of the reputationaly-hard doctors and to be memorable and known. I am all of that because I’m one of a kind (how hard is it to remember the only Malay rep right? not hard at all...) and I’m nice too because I don’t trash races. But I try to humiliate the ones who thrash mine because usually I'm above them. So I consider my one-and-only status a plus point instead of a minus. The plus point of being the only different, unique person from the rest of the boring commoners.
Sure at first I get a lot of people who tell me that they’re surprised, impressed even that I’m holding a post they don’t see many of my people hold (as if my people are not smart enough for the job because seriously I know a lot of my people who are way smarter and speak so much better English than some of these pitiful jokers who most probably got the job because their boss is their people). But in time they know that I have this job by earning it through my merit, not because my boss is a Malay. None of my bosses are Malays. And the world in general, even if it may have vaguely done so, don’t always remind me point blank how different I am from the rest of the pack and how I matter less for being the minority race in the field because clearly I’m a lot smarter than most of them.
Until today when someone chose to be point blank and tactless about it. I went to see a physician for the first time today and the hound of an assistant that guards the door said this to me:
Urm.. miss aimy, don’t talk long with doctor ya... This the first time him see Malay rep and he might not very comfortable. (grammar sounded worse if you heard it in person)
What the bloody heck was that supposed to mean ???!!!!
What.. Because I’m a Malay and deserve less time to speak?? I didn’t hear the bloody beasty bitch said that to any of the other reps there. Owh, right, they’re not Malays, none of them were - which means it wasn’t the first time he sees them and so he’s already comfortable with them and their silly unprofessional flirty giggles and butt lifting short skirts right…?? Is that it? So that explained why she was all chummy and buddy with the other reps and kept giving me the evil eye.. I’m not one of them, evidently, that cannot be more obvious than it already is…
Of course I know a dogmatic scum when I hear one so I looked at her wide eyed and gave that vacant uninterested gaze and pretended I didn’t hear her or see her standing there guarding the fortress drooling saliva like a brainless underdog. I could’ve given her a piece of my then-already-insulted mind but I was rising above cause I was not planning to win that battle with a low lifer. I wanted to conquer the war. She was after all not worth my time. A nursing assistant who may not even be a certified nurse is never worth your time, energy or saliva, ever.. She’s the scum at the bottom of the river bed, that fact comforted me…
Turned out the doctor liked me you racist bitch!! He liked me enough to talk to me longer without me imposing my presence on him. He liked me enough to crack an honest joke and laughed with me. He liked me enough to call me back in after I went out just to ask my opinion and get my recommendation All this after only meeting me the first time ever.. First time and he’s already asking me for my recommendation. Eat that you moronic bitch!! But then, I think because I’m nice, so that was easy.
Afterwards I walked, no, gloated out the door hoping she would see the smug in my face to humiliate her. She was probably humiliated, or I’d liked to think so because she came after me trying to suck up to me and hoping I would dismiss her callous shallowness earlier with:
Oh miss aimy, this first time he see Malay rep so maybe he’s excited. So next time you come around this hour is very good. Sometimes got many reps so he don’t want to see reps but when not so busy you can come.
What a sucker..
Of course the first sentence in which she implied he was excited because its probably the first time of him meeting a Malay rep could’ve gone the wrong way if you choose to look at it negatively…
But I’m an above-riser, and she’s a low lifer.
Even if she insulted me, I’m smarter and nicer than her.
Besides, I won the war!
Ah… now I am starting to feel a little sorry for the bitch…
Don’t think I didn’t notice how I’m the only member of my race holding my post in the discipline my drug belongs to. I’ve known that since the first day I started work. The whole group of reps from my company is not from the race I’m from. Heck with all the onco reps from all onco drug companies covering the whole of the northern region put together, I am still the only one belonging to the race my flesh is heir to. And I’ve known and faced the racisms that comes along with the whole situation - countless times before. I realized I constitute less than 1% of the field’s population and that even if I want to or do scream, my voice gets drown out all the time. Sometimes when they’re about to say something extremist, they’ll tell me they’re not being racist and then proceeded to do just that, thinking just because they already announced before hand that they were not being racists, it excuses their sometimes not-too-subtle bigotry. All the times I’m surrounded by people who were rude enough to speak in their mother tongue that I’m alien to thinking I don’t know what ‘huanna’ or ‘huanna kui’ means and hear them thrashing my race in my face, raining the room with their splashy saliva and bloody malice in their eyes.
But I’m a bigger-picture person. I rise above. I have risen above all these while, I am rising above now and will continue to rise above from here on out. The only reason I’m cutting them slacks is because I don’t know what exactly they talk about even if I do know they’re thrashing my race. At least not one of the coward little poopers had the guts, the vg-s or the balls to say it to my face in a language I understand. But that’s okay, cause none of them, not a single one of them speaks better English than me. And in our working world, that means I’m a rare breed amidst a pack of strays.
So I’m okay because I don’t need to bitch about other races for doctors to never forget me or my name (even after meeting me the first time), or to be the favourite rep with some of the reputationaly-hard doctors and to be memorable and known. I am all of that because I’m one of a kind (how hard is it to remember the only Malay rep right? not hard at all...) and I’m nice too because I don’t trash races. But I try to humiliate the ones who thrash mine because usually I'm above them. So I consider my one-and-only status a plus point instead of a minus. The plus point of being the only different, unique person from the rest of the boring commoners.
Sure at first I get a lot of people who tell me that they’re surprised, impressed even that I’m holding a post they don’t see many of my people hold (as if my people are not smart enough for the job because seriously I know a lot of my people who are way smarter and speak so much better English than some of these pitiful jokers who most probably got the job because their boss is their people). But in time they know that I have this job by earning it through my merit, not because my boss is a Malay. None of my bosses are Malays. And the world in general, even if it may have vaguely done so, don’t always remind me point blank how different I am from the rest of the pack and how I matter less for being the minority race in the field because clearly I’m a lot smarter than most of them.
Until today when someone chose to be point blank and tactless about it. I went to see a physician for the first time today and the hound of an assistant that guards the door said this to me:
Urm.. miss aimy, don’t talk long with doctor ya... This the first time him see Malay rep and he might not very comfortable. (grammar sounded worse if you heard it in person)
What the bloody heck was that supposed to mean ???!!!!
What.. Because I’m a Malay and deserve less time to speak?? I didn’t hear the bloody beasty bitch said that to any of the other reps there. Owh, right, they’re not Malays, none of them were - which means it wasn’t the first time he sees them and so he’s already comfortable with them and their silly unprofessional flirty giggles and butt lifting short skirts right…?? Is that it? So that explained why she was all chummy and buddy with the other reps and kept giving me the evil eye.. I’m not one of them, evidently, that cannot be more obvious than it already is…
Of course I know a dogmatic scum when I hear one so I looked at her wide eyed and gave that vacant uninterested gaze and pretended I didn’t hear her or see her standing there guarding the fortress drooling saliva like a brainless underdog. I could’ve given her a piece of my then-already-insulted mind but I was rising above cause I was not planning to win that battle with a low lifer. I wanted to conquer the war. She was after all not worth my time. A nursing assistant who may not even be a certified nurse is never worth your time, energy or saliva, ever.. She’s the scum at the bottom of the river bed, that fact comforted me…
Turned out the doctor liked me you racist bitch!! He liked me enough to talk to me longer without me imposing my presence on him. He liked me enough to crack an honest joke and laughed with me. He liked me enough to call me back in after I went out just to ask my opinion and get my recommendation All this after only meeting me the first time ever.. First time and he’s already asking me for my recommendation. Eat that you moronic bitch!! But then, I think because I’m nice, so that was easy.
Afterwards I walked, no, gloated out the door hoping she would see the smug in my face to humiliate her. She was probably humiliated, or I’d liked to think so because she came after me trying to suck up to me and hoping I would dismiss her callous shallowness earlier with:
Oh miss aimy, this first time he see Malay rep so maybe he’s excited. So next time you come around this hour is very good. Sometimes got many reps so he don’t want to see reps but when not so busy you can come.
What a sucker..
Of course the first sentence in which she implied he was excited because its probably the first time of him meeting a Malay rep could’ve gone the wrong way if you choose to look at it negatively…
But I’m an above-riser, and she’s a low lifer.
Even if she insulted me, I’m smarter and nicer than her.
Besides, I won the war!
Ah… now I am starting to feel a little sorry for the bitch…
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Sex gone wrong
Here's a story to digest...
Boy A had a one night unprotected sex with Girl and got her pregnant. They decided to have the baby. Baby was born and they were happy, until Boy B and Boy C came forward to claim paternity to little baby girl. Girl got upset and defended her reputation. Boy A now Dad A, also upset, agrees a paternity test will resolve this issue. And the nation waits with bated breath.
Sounds like another episode in a sitcom, except it's not a sitcom and the people involved are more likely Cartoon-network fans and Xbox gamers than discovery channel watchers.
Meet Alfie Patten, 13 and Chantelle Steadman, 15. Both are still children, having children. or in this case, a child named Maisie Roxanne.
At 13, Alfie (who looks more like 8 than 13) now has to shoulder the responsibility of fatherhood at an age when he himself still needs fathering – after girlfriend Chantelle gave birth to baby Maisie on February 9th in East Sussex, UK.
Outrageous? You bet!!
Read the full story and see more photos here.
While the news sparked an outrage and the world at large throw around their opinions, mostly condemning the negative impact this could have on the mindset of an already dysfunctional society, I will let you have your own opinions if you wish, for I have mine to share as well.
One cannot doubt that this is not a good thing. Not entirely. But there is something good in there as well. You’d have to admire the courage this pair of kids have about the idea of bringing a child into the world and care for it, despite the impossibility of all odds and then face the criticism and condemnations about their reputation and that of their family’s in the process. First of all, in the rational minds of society this rings very negatively in whichever aspect you wish to look at it from, and people are also worried the kind of message this could have sent into the minds of children – therefore I do not blame the many disappointments and disbelief and criticisms that are thrown about. I mean you should be upset that something as avoidable as this has to happen. It is alarming to know that times has gotten worse - so much worse that sex is likely to be viewed as recreational rather than responsibility not to be trespassed by the younger generations. It seems as if sex to them is just another friendly game when they're bored with the Wiis and Nintendos. I'm not a Brit so I will not comment on the free-value sex-education that they have in their education system but I imagine that system needs to be looked at because it has done the opposite of what it is meant to achieve and as such Britain now has the highest rate of teen pregnancy plaguing its nation. To be honest I was appalled too when I first knew of it (apparently this is not even the first of its kind). Even now at 26, married and working, though I’m ready to have a child I still think it will be a huge responsibility to take on that will require a handsome portion of my monthly pay cheque and lots of lifestyle changes to cope with it. Remembering myself at 13, I could not for once imagine wanting to be in their shoes… or even anywhere near it…
And that’s it.. why not imagine being in their shoes then…
I mean you can criticize and condemn all you want but the fact of the matter is, it has happened. They have had sex. A child has been born as the result of that. It is no longer something we could have avoided because the avoidable has arrived and thus become unavoidable. Therefore I think, rather than raging fire at the issue, it would be helpful if people just start hoping whatever decision this young couple has made will work out for them and the baby.
Yes he is young. Yes he is still a child. Yes his premature imposition to the responsibilities of fatherhood will deprive him of a normal childhood and necessary process of growing up and experiencing youth. But in other countries and in another era (and even some religions), this would have totally been in accordance with nature, and no one would view this wrongly – but we are not in another era. Of course the reality of the 21st century views this rather harshly because in reality, we all now, whether or not he’s reached puberty and should be responsible of his stupid actions, 13 is still, realistically speaking, too young an age to be a father especially when asked of how he’ll manage in a bid to assess and criticize his emotional, psychological, and financial capabilities admitted, he does not know how much nappies cost but thinks it must be a lot. Judging from the way he innocently responded to questions from people wanting to judge him with such naivety, you’d know how unfit he is to shoulder a responsibility of this magnitude, but he did anyway. He pledged to be responsible anyway instead of any other alternatives.
So let’s look at the other alternatives:
1) He and GF could’ve opted for an abortion so he could go back to being a child and getting hooked on his play station and Xbox games.
2) He and GF could’ve ran away from home till the baby was born and have it thrown away in the dumpster after that
3) He and GF could’ve the baby farmed out to adoption agencies.
4) He could let GF have the baby and shoulder the burden alone and refuse to be responsible for anything and continue being a child.
Gotta admit, none of the alternatives are very relieving either right?
Let’s not deny this fact: we’re now in an age or irresponsibility where (supposedly) even a lot of mature adults are shying away from parenting responsibilities and performing very badly as parents or chucking it all together (you’d want to blame Alfie’s and chantelle’s parents too on this don’t you?). In fact a lot of men (not all, but a lot) don’t take the responsibilities they should as fathers even if they know how and have the means to do it.
And yet, in the age of irresponsibility, what does Alfie do? In the age of irresponsibility, this jobless, non-graduate, four-feet tall 13-year old boy has pledged to ‘be a good father’ even when he doesn’t yet know how and his only means of surviving this is the occasional £10 he gets from his father. In the age of irresponsibility this young child-father chose to be utterly responsible. This could not be said for many mature adults, so I think this is very admirable on his part. I mean given his situation, how many of you can say you would do the same thing? I’d imagine more men bolting than wanting to stay at the first sign of impending fatherhood.
Let’s not forget, he’s 13 (12 when the baby was conceived). He’s still practically a child himself. His voice hasn’t even broken yet! Look at his face! A face like that should have a baby sister not daughter. And yet, without fully understanding the magnitude of whatever consequences that came after that one night of unprotected sex with dear GF, he has pledged responsibility as a father, when he could’ve easily chuck it all and go back to the emotional security of his playstation and Xbox games like nothing’s wrong.
His family too has pledged support. We may worry that baby maisie may not have the appropriately conducive upbringing with child-parents but we should be thankful that she is lucky enough to have parents who even if they may be immature, young and foolish, still chose to care for, love and be responsible for her and her well being. We wish nothing like this will happen again (mostly because it just doesn't feel right), but if it does or must, at least we wish they would be responsible for their actions, like Alfie is.
Alfie Patten will try to be a good dad. He may not know what it means, he may not know what it takes. He may not understand what he needs to do. But he has a heart of gold and for that I think he deserves our admiration, support and prayers.
Boy A had a one night unprotected sex with Girl and got her pregnant. They decided to have the baby. Baby was born and they were happy, until Boy B and Boy C came forward to claim paternity to little baby girl. Girl got upset and defended her reputation. Boy A now Dad A, also upset, agrees a paternity test will resolve this issue. And the nation waits with bated breath.
Sounds like another episode in a sitcom, except it's not a sitcom and the people involved are more likely Cartoon-network fans and Xbox gamers than discovery channel watchers.
Meet Alfie Patten, 13 and Chantelle Steadman, 15. Both are still children, having children. or in this case, a child named Maisie Roxanne.
At 13, Alfie (who looks more like 8 than 13) now has to shoulder the responsibility of fatherhood at an age when he himself still needs fathering – after girlfriend Chantelle gave birth to baby Maisie on February 9th in East Sussex, UK.
Outrageous? You bet!!
Read the full story and see more photos here.
While the news sparked an outrage and the world at large throw around their opinions, mostly condemning the negative impact this could have on the mindset of an already dysfunctional society, I will let you have your own opinions if you wish, for I have mine to share as well.
One cannot doubt that this is not a good thing. Not entirely. But there is something good in there as well. You’d have to admire the courage this pair of kids have about the idea of bringing a child into the world and care for it, despite the impossibility of all odds and then face the criticism and condemnations about their reputation and that of their family’s in the process. First of all, in the rational minds of society this rings very negatively in whichever aspect you wish to look at it from, and people are also worried the kind of message this could have sent into the minds of children – therefore I do not blame the many disappointments and disbelief and criticisms that are thrown about. I mean you should be upset that something as avoidable as this has to happen. It is alarming to know that times has gotten worse - so much worse that sex is likely to be viewed as recreational rather than responsibility not to be trespassed by the younger generations. It seems as if sex to them is just another friendly game when they're bored with the Wiis and Nintendos. I'm not a Brit so I will not comment on the free-value sex-education that they have in their education system but I imagine that system needs to be looked at because it has done the opposite of what it is meant to achieve and as such Britain now has the highest rate of teen pregnancy plaguing its nation. To be honest I was appalled too when I first knew of it (apparently this is not even the first of its kind). Even now at 26, married and working, though I’m ready to have a child I still think it will be a huge responsibility to take on that will require a handsome portion of my monthly pay cheque and lots of lifestyle changes to cope with it. Remembering myself at 13, I could not for once imagine wanting to be in their shoes… or even anywhere near it…
And that’s it.. why not imagine being in their shoes then…
I mean you can criticize and condemn all you want but the fact of the matter is, it has happened. They have had sex. A child has been born as the result of that. It is no longer something we could have avoided because the avoidable has arrived and thus become unavoidable. Therefore I think, rather than raging fire at the issue, it would be helpful if people just start hoping whatever decision this young couple has made will work out for them and the baby.
Yes he is young. Yes he is still a child. Yes his premature imposition to the responsibilities of fatherhood will deprive him of a normal childhood and necessary process of growing up and experiencing youth. But in other countries and in another era (and even some religions), this would have totally been in accordance with nature, and no one would view this wrongly – but we are not in another era. Of course the reality of the 21st century views this rather harshly because in reality, we all now, whether or not he’s reached puberty and should be responsible of his stupid actions, 13 is still, realistically speaking, too young an age to be a father especially when asked of how he’ll manage in a bid to assess and criticize his emotional, psychological, and financial capabilities admitted, he does not know how much nappies cost but thinks it must be a lot. Judging from the way he innocently responded to questions from people wanting to judge him with such naivety, you’d know how unfit he is to shoulder a responsibility of this magnitude, but he did anyway. He pledged to be responsible anyway instead of any other alternatives.
So let’s look at the other alternatives:
1) He and GF could’ve opted for an abortion so he could go back to being a child and getting hooked on his play station and Xbox games.
2) He and GF could’ve ran away from home till the baby was born and have it thrown away in the dumpster after that
3) He and GF could’ve the baby farmed out to adoption agencies.
4) He could let GF have the baby and shoulder the burden alone and refuse to be responsible for anything and continue being a child.
Gotta admit, none of the alternatives are very relieving either right?
Let’s not deny this fact: we’re now in an age or irresponsibility where (supposedly) even a lot of mature adults are shying away from parenting responsibilities and performing very badly as parents or chucking it all together (you’d want to blame Alfie’s and chantelle’s parents too on this don’t you?). In fact a lot of men (not all, but a lot) don’t take the responsibilities they should as fathers even if they know how and have the means to do it.
And yet, in the age of irresponsibility, what does Alfie do? In the age of irresponsibility, this jobless, non-graduate, four-feet tall 13-year old boy has pledged to ‘be a good father’ even when he doesn’t yet know how and his only means of surviving this is the occasional £10 he gets from his father. In the age of irresponsibility this young child-father chose to be utterly responsible. This could not be said for many mature adults, so I think this is very admirable on his part. I mean given his situation, how many of you can say you would do the same thing? I’d imagine more men bolting than wanting to stay at the first sign of impending fatherhood.
Let’s not forget, he’s 13 (12 when the baby was conceived). He’s still practically a child himself. His voice hasn’t even broken yet! Look at his face! A face like that should have a baby sister not daughter. And yet, without fully understanding the magnitude of whatever consequences that came after that one night of unprotected sex with dear GF, he has pledged responsibility as a father, when he could’ve easily chuck it all and go back to the emotional security of his playstation and Xbox games like nothing’s wrong.
His family too has pledged support. We may worry that baby maisie may not have the appropriately conducive upbringing with child-parents but we should be thankful that she is lucky enough to have parents who even if they may be immature, young and foolish, still chose to care for, love and be responsible for her and her well being. We wish nothing like this will happen again (mostly because it just doesn't feel right), but if it does or must, at least we wish they would be responsible for their actions, like Alfie is.
Alfie Patten will try to be a good dad. He may not know what it means, he may not know what it takes. He may not understand what he needs to do. But he has a heart of gold and for that I think he deserves our admiration, support and prayers.
Friday, 20 February 2009
Da Vinci's follow up
word has it that the long long long awaited follow-up for Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code is almost ready, or complete. Prof Robert Langdon will be back solving mysteries in 'The Solomon Key', which is the purported title for the third instalment of the sequel. (Source)
Not to mention the movie version of Angels and Demons which is the first part of the sequel will be out some time this year. Dan Brown's gonna be one happy fella to laugh to the bank...
As for me, I can't wait to watch AnD coz it's my favourite among the two in the sequel and when the third comes out, I'll decide whether I'd want to review my stand. No matter what, one thing is certain: Dan Brown Rawks!! (so far..)
Not to mention the movie version of Angels and Demons which is the first part of the sequel will be out some time this year. Dan Brown's gonna be one happy fella to laugh to the bank...
As for me, I can't wait to watch AnD coz it's my favourite among the two in the sequel and when the third comes out, I'll decide whether I'd want to review my stand. No matter what, one thing is certain: Dan Brown Rawks!! (so far..)
HEAT. IS. KILLING. ME!!!
Reached a two month mark in our marriage yesterday but have both been busy working to savour it. No celeb yet, maybe postponing it to Sunday.
All this week boss has been tagging to work. I wake up early each day to see hubby off for work, but the whole of this week I actually go off to work early myself.
The heat is mercilessly baking me tan. or dry. or lethargic. or all of the mentioned. I find myself thirsty every few minutes with my parched lips (even with vaseline) stinging with cuts for being too dry. its a terrible time to be working outdoors but then again my job is outdoors all year round so can't really complain much other than resigning to fate. Come back home each day throbbing with head ache. even boss has been expressing how unbearable the heat is, come afternoon we're sleepy as hell. LETHARGIC. LAZY. SLOW.
but work has been pretty productive for assesment, or so the boss perceived - we did go back so much later each day than we normally would. I scored a grade 'better than required' as opposed to the usual 'fully satifies requirements'. Two more of this and I'm likely in for a handsome pay rise.. hihi...
otherwise life has been well.
wishing everyone the same
All this week boss has been tagging to work. I wake up early each day to see hubby off for work, but the whole of this week I actually go off to work early myself.
The heat is mercilessly baking me tan. or dry. or lethargic. or all of the mentioned. I find myself thirsty every few minutes with my parched lips (even with vaseline) stinging with cuts for being too dry. its a terrible time to be working outdoors but then again my job is outdoors all year round so can't really complain much other than resigning to fate. Come back home each day throbbing with head ache. even boss has been expressing how unbearable the heat is, come afternoon we're sleepy as hell. LETHARGIC. LAZY. SLOW.
but work has been pretty productive for assesment, or so the boss perceived - we did go back so much later each day than we normally would. I scored a grade 'better than required' as opposed to the usual 'fully satifies requirements'. Two more of this and I'm likely in for a handsome pay rise.. hihi...
otherwise life has been well.
wishing everyone the same
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Valentino Incognito
I forgot that Valentine's in two days.
Particularly because we never celebrate V Day.
My hunney and I, we have established long ago that we don't celebrate V-day. Nevermind that the whole country or the whole world for that matter seem to throw themselves in romantic lovey dovey mood, we apparently strongly believed that there's no one day that should be deemed to be THE day to express love that is supposed to be a continuously ongoing process. I want to keep it that way because I feel the whole idea somewhat pretentious. If only, over the years, this practice has only cultivated a generation of materialistic minds more than the people's intention on the celebration of love in all its essence.
We have for years now free ourselves from the typicality of romanticism and stop fuelling the conspiracy of florists shops and candy houses who poison the minds of the sentimentals into believing that paying triple the necessary amount on flowers and chocolates and wasting money on them for loved ones will keep the relationship lasting forever.
They don't. they just make fools out of lovers. Love is to be a daily year long celebration in the smaller moments and more normal happenings called LIFE.
To be honest, I have been on V-day dates before; and while the guys I've been on it with thought it was in celebration of Valentine's, I had considered them more of a normal sort of date. So they were under pressure to impress and I remember how I kept telling at least one of them to lighten up. In one particular year I even went out on two dates in a day, piling on the hypocrissy into the concept of pure love. I wasn't faithful and need'nt be as I wasn't in any relationship. Just taking advantage of other people's interest in me and their obsession with the idea of having someone to celebrate V-day with. Back then, V-day or not, I had a thing for plush stuffed toys and beanie babies and chocolates, and V-day provided a chance to obtain these free in abundance - so I liked V-day for the things I get from it, not for love. hihi...
I'm way past that age now. While I like cute toys still, I don't really want to collect them anymore and I have more than enough chocolates perpetually stocked up to last me all year round and flowers I can totally live without. I have no other reason to want to have anyone materialistically celebrate me on V-day unless it involves just cold hard cash for me to do with as I please, that, inherently beats the whole idea of V-day romanticism. Besides, I celebrate love-day everyday with my handsome husband who's plusher than a stuffed toy and more delicious than chocolate!!
so tomorrow, both of us will be celebrating life and frienship and family instead..
Happy weekends people.
Love.
Emme and Hubby
Particularly because we never celebrate V Day.
My hunney and I, we have established long ago that we don't celebrate V-day. Nevermind that the whole country or the whole world for that matter seem to throw themselves in romantic lovey dovey mood, we apparently strongly believed that there's no one day that should be deemed to be THE day to express love that is supposed to be a continuously ongoing process. I want to keep it that way because I feel the whole idea somewhat pretentious. If only, over the years, this practice has only cultivated a generation of materialistic minds more than the people's intention on the celebration of love in all its essence.
We have for years now free ourselves from the typicality of romanticism and stop fuelling the conspiracy of florists shops and candy houses who poison the minds of the sentimentals into believing that paying triple the necessary amount on flowers and chocolates and wasting money on them for loved ones will keep the relationship lasting forever.
They don't. they just make fools out of lovers. Love is to be a daily year long celebration in the smaller moments and more normal happenings called LIFE.
To be honest, I have been on V-day dates before; and while the guys I've been on it with thought it was in celebration of Valentine's, I had considered them more of a normal sort of date. So they were under pressure to impress and I remember how I kept telling at least one of them to lighten up. In one particular year I even went out on two dates in a day, piling on the hypocrissy into the concept of pure love. I wasn't faithful and need'nt be as I wasn't in any relationship. Just taking advantage of other people's interest in me and their obsession with the idea of having someone to celebrate V-day with. Back then, V-day or not, I had a thing for plush stuffed toys and beanie babies and chocolates, and V-day provided a chance to obtain these free in abundance - so I liked V-day for the things I get from it, not for love. hihi...
I'm way past that age now. While I like cute toys still, I don't really want to collect them anymore and I have more than enough chocolates perpetually stocked up to last me all year round and flowers I can totally live without. I have no other reason to want to have anyone materialistically celebrate me on V-day unless it involves just cold hard cash for me to do with as I please, that, inherently beats the whole idea of V-day romanticism. Besides, I celebrate love-day everyday with my handsome husband who's plusher than a stuffed toy and more delicious than chocolate!!
so tomorrow, both of us will be celebrating life and frienship and family instead..
Happy weekends people.
Love.
Emme and Hubby
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
verbal detour
Political statements from prominent figures and political surprises have provided an interesting turn to our local politics these days
and the drama!!! man.. the drama would make absolutely great comedies. There's so much raw emotion, childish display of territorial defence and so much anger bordering on stupidity going around. How else do you explain everybody's immature response to power..
That power, when crazed over can simultaneously be very addictive and destuctive cannot be more apparent, if you haven't noticed...
i itch to write it out. i only i wish i have the time..
if i really do, maybe i will.
At the moment, I really don't. Not even to piss sometimes...
but while the drama lasts, I at least have time for some laughs... hihihi...
and the drama!!! man.. the drama would make absolutely great comedies. There's so much raw emotion, childish display of territorial defence and so much anger bordering on stupidity going around. How else do you explain everybody's immature response to power..
That power, when crazed over can simultaneously be very addictive and destuctive cannot be more apparent, if you haven't noticed...
i itch to write it out. i only i wish i have the time..
if i really do, maybe i will.
At the moment, I really don't. Not even to piss sometimes...
but while the drama lasts, I at least have time for some laughs... hihihi...
Complicated
Married life is complicated when:
1. You're juggling household stays between two sets of parents.
2. Weekends are almost never spent on your own two selves but shared with a number of families in multiple reunions.
3. Your daily schedule is always interspersed with other people's demand of your presence to be anywhere else but where you want to be.
4. Your time with other people doing other things for others take up most of your daily life.
Otherwise, everything else is just blissful. Especially when there's no one else around but just the two of us, husband and wife, together.
This means, in my longing for more privacy, hubby and I need to move to our own place sooner.
In due time....
In the mean time, I have to put up with this running and being tired.
1. You're juggling household stays between two sets of parents.
2. Weekends are almost never spent on your own two selves but shared with a number of families in multiple reunions.
3. Your daily schedule is always interspersed with other people's demand of your presence to be anywhere else but where you want to be.
4. Your time with other people doing other things for others take up most of your daily life.
Otherwise, everything else is just blissful. Especially when there's no one else around but just the two of us, husband and wife, together.
This means, in my longing for more privacy, hubby and I need to move to our own place sooner.
In due time....
In the mean time, I have to put up with this running and being tired.
Keeping it simple
I have a blog resolution as a result of some mild contemplation. Mild because it took me a second to realize and react to it - bringing a conclusive solution to my dilemma.
I find myself a bore in writing these days and no longer find joy in rereading my own entries -in my own written diary or here in this practically sorry space.
I remember feeling more content when I didn't focus so much about my writing being smart. I decided from this day onwards, if I can refrain myself from blogging methodicals, I'm going to go back to being just plain (which ironically brings me more joy) than trying to sound intelligent every time I want to press publish.
Okay, now that let out something as plain as this declaration off my chest, I feel so much happier. Keep it simple... Life's nicer that way..
I find myself a bore in writing these days and no longer find joy in rereading my own entries -in my own written diary or here in this practically sorry space.
I remember feeling more content when I didn't focus so much about my writing being smart. I decided from this day onwards, if I can refrain myself from blogging methodicals, I'm going to go back to being just plain (which ironically brings me more joy) than trying to sound intelligent every time I want to press publish.
Okay, now that let out something as plain as this declaration off my chest, I feel so much happier. Keep it simple... Life's nicer that way..
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
O-BOMB-A
When something is too good to be true, they usually are. Which is why, under insufficient evidence, you should always question, ponder, verify and not hastily give anyone the benefit of the doubt.
As in the case of Obama. I actually did give him some benefit of my doubt for a while back. Admittedly I fell into the herd syndrome, influenced by the way the whole world talks of him like he’s the only flavor of the century and that’s not highly circumspect of me and more than half the world over whose ideals mirror mine I guess. He has been magnanimously adored and looked upon for new changes. I wasn’t even so sure what changes he was going to bring exactly, too quick to discount reality for the sense of hope even if it may have been false. But honestly, if you’d stopped and think, and maybe ask yourself how big a change would you expect anyway, you will know not to be too hasty. How big is he against the sophisticated machine of real American politics? Could one man overturn an established institution of utter humanly greed and injustice? Because no matter how the people vote, the tipping of scales in a certain direction is usually run by the same mechanism that has run it for centuries old and monopolized by the power people who hold the threads of American politics. Look at his cabinet, if they’re not true Zionist themselves, they are hard core Israeli uprooters, down the line Jewish hawks planted and posted to strengthen the Zionist Agenda. Obama may even have won at their mercy.. People needed a different kind of leader and Obama seemed like a good enough puppet to represent change ad trumpet hope when all he would do would of course continue safeguarding the interests of selects groups.
So is he too good to be true? Yes, I’m afraid so he most probably is. He’s real allright. How good is he though, many people have had their doubts even before American presidential election concluded his victory. Many people, who, unlike me (people like Robert Fisk for instance) judge or form an opinion of a person by the wisdom of all correlating parallels. Smart people indeed. As for me, because I’m apparently not so smart, didn’t even know two parallels to compare to begin with in regards to my stand on Obama; that saw me giving in to blind faith of the unclear changes I hoped he would bring.
But now that i know better, I have been made to realize this may just be another dream we all dream that's just awaiting to have it all dashed. And with speeches like the one he gave at AIPAC (America Israel Public Affairs Committee), one should be wary of what you expect from him cause clearly his stand did not promise that much change somehow. And whatever he has promised is yet to be delivered and as for change? He hasn’t exactly walk the talk has he now? Aside from Guantanamo (which may or may not even be a conclusive effort), he has expressed utmost empathy with the Israelis, killers and human rights defaulters, failing to acknowledge even that they are in fact occupying other people’s lands (yup, i couldn't believe he was that dense and ignorant about the situation coz he does look a lot smarter than Bush jr.), and mercilessly going on an endless human killing rampage that violates the rights of human living. He has pledged some mighty great promises to Israel, which ideally means and clearly translates into more means to incur more deaths to the people of Palestine. So what change was he talking about exactly? Because the world in general wanted the primary change he's bringing is the overhaul of US Foreign Affairs Policy? Did he mean change as in improving the empowerment of Israel? That sure is a change in that area, but opposite direction to the mass expectation of the world but it is change nonetheless. If that was it then he’s keeping to his words while the whole world bemoans another deceit..
I do not wish to comment much more on my non-President Obama, clearly he’s for the Americans to wash their hands about, but even before watching his speech at AIPAC, I started feeling wary of his choice of cabinet. Now that I’ve seen his speech at AIPAC, I’m just utterly disappointed, whatever hopes I had squashed to non-existence. Forget the inauguration speech. He looks so much like a 'lalang' now, bending along and saying things just to please the common majority when it suits him. So much like a De Facto Leader i know of that we have here in Malaysia..
And until he walks the talk, I’m afraid I hold no more hope of change from Barack Hussein Obama.
To watch his speech at AIPAC you may go here.
As in the case of Obama. I actually did give him some benefit of my doubt for a while back. Admittedly I fell into the herd syndrome, influenced by the way the whole world talks of him like he’s the only flavor of the century and that’s not highly circumspect of me and more than half the world over whose ideals mirror mine I guess. He has been magnanimously adored and looked upon for new changes. I wasn’t even so sure what changes he was going to bring exactly, too quick to discount reality for the sense of hope even if it may have been false. But honestly, if you’d stopped and think, and maybe ask yourself how big a change would you expect anyway, you will know not to be too hasty. How big is he against the sophisticated machine of real American politics? Could one man overturn an established institution of utter humanly greed and injustice? Because no matter how the people vote, the tipping of scales in a certain direction is usually run by the same mechanism that has run it for centuries old and monopolized by the power people who hold the threads of American politics. Look at his cabinet, if they’re not true Zionist themselves, they are hard core Israeli uprooters, down the line Jewish hawks planted and posted to strengthen the Zionist Agenda. Obama may even have won at their mercy.. People needed a different kind of leader and Obama seemed like a good enough puppet to represent change ad trumpet hope when all he would do would of course continue safeguarding the interests of selects groups.
So is he too good to be true? Yes, I’m afraid so he most probably is. He’s real allright. How good is he though, many people have had their doubts even before American presidential election concluded his victory. Many people, who, unlike me (people like Robert Fisk for instance) judge or form an opinion of a person by the wisdom of all correlating parallels. Smart people indeed. As for me, because I’m apparently not so smart, didn’t even know two parallels to compare to begin with in regards to my stand on Obama; that saw me giving in to blind faith of the unclear changes I hoped he would bring.
But now that i know better, I have been made to realize this may just be another dream we all dream that's just awaiting to have it all dashed. And with speeches like the one he gave at AIPAC (America Israel Public Affairs Committee), one should be wary of what you expect from him cause clearly his stand did not promise that much change somehow. And whatever he has promised is yet to be delivered and as for change? He hasn’t exactly walk the talk has he now? Aside from Guantanamo (which may or may not even be a conclusive effort), he has expressed utmost empathy with the Israelis, killers and human rights defaulters, failing to acknowledge even that they are in fact occupying other people’s lands (yup, i couldn't believe he was that dense and ignorant about the situation coz he does look a lot smarter than Bush jr.), and mercilessly going on an endless human killing rampage that violates the rights of human living. He has pledged some mighty great promises to Israel, which ideally means and clearly translates into more means to incur more deaths to the people of Palestine. So what change was he talking about exactly? Because the world in general wanted the primary change he's bringing is the overhaul of US Foreign Affairs Policy? Did he mean change as in improving the empowerment of Israel? That sure is a change in that area, but opposite direction to the mass expectation of the world but it is change nonetheless. If that was it then he’s keeping to his words while the whole world bemoans another deceit..
I do not wish to comment much more on my non-President Obama, clearly he’s for the Americans to wash their hands about, but even before watching his speech at AIPAC, I started feeling wary of his choice of cabinet. Now that I’ve seen his speech at AIPAC, I’m just utterly disappointed, whatever hopes I had squashed to non-existence. Forget the inauguration speech. He looks so much like a 'lalang' now, bending along and saying things just to please the common majority when it suits him. So much like a De Facto Leader i know of that we have here in Malaysia..
And until he walks the talk, I’m afraid I hold no more hope of change from Barack Hussein Obama.
To watch his speech at AIPAC you may go here.
Monday, 2 February 2009
Blessings
Thank God for the smaller miracles in life. For emails and cell phones. For ice creams and cameras. Airlines tickets to romantic places.
and for all the happiness on our joyous marriage occasions and the people who came to share it with us.
And mostly for my wonderful husband and our wonderful married life
Its been over a month now since we became man and wife, and though I expect a lot of things to have happened and a lot of changes taking effect in our lives I did not however expect time to move this swiftly. I do feel I have aged. How could I have not, between now and my wedding day, the amount of paradigm shifts that transpired seemed to have moved mountains. And yet it all happened just over a month back. There’s irony in everything I’ve said in essence.
Anyhow, married life has been great. I’m won over by greenness of the grasses on this side of the hills. Of course its no easy feat keeping it green, there’s the extra chores to keep at. Watering it early in the morning and late in the nights and the times in between. Having to bend over for things I’ve never done and now have to do (there’s a growing list of it for a lazy bone at heart Like I am). Back when I was unmarried, many a married couple have told me it’s a great feeling getting hitched. Now I know that feeling!! Yay!! (And no, I’m not talking about the sex okay you perverts so stop rolling your eye balls…)
Anyway, just to enlighten you, the reason I am so deficient of time these days (these days being “since I’m married”) is because my everyday life is so fraught with plans running against time. I seriously have not feel completely relaxed yet. My life these days are packed and packaged in carry-on bags, living from suitcases and sleeping on borrowed beds. Not to put it in words, here’s the scheduled of how life has been since our wedding
19,20 Dec 08
Solemnization, reception my side
21-27 Dec 08
Meet families my side, hubby go to work most days, I clean messy house, spend spare time preparing for reception on hubby’s side
28 Dec 08
Reception hubby’s side
29 Dec 08
Whole day outdoor photo shoot
30 Dec 08
Visit family on hubby’s side
31 Dec 08 – 5 Jan 09
Honeymoon and new year in Bali
6 Jan - NOW
Back to work and on weekends busy visiting more families on both sides. In between, some small trips and meet ups with friends, doing laundry, house chores and family reunions.
Managed to celebrate our first monthversary watching a movie which was fun but end up tired everyday of our lives (yes, even on the weekends, ESPECIALLY on the weekends). Not to mention, the times in between when our parents expect us to pay visits to relative houses to properly introduce our spouse, (the wedding receptions apparently not being proper enough by custom Malay standard of tradition) were especially taxing – and we’re not even halfway done yet. So we were practically out every single day if not working, mostly doing things for others and with others. It’s pretty tiring, physically, and when I sit to think about it, it stresses me out mentally too. In addition, in a bid to lessen our parents’ sense of shock about us moving out straight away even though our own place has been available and ready for us for a while, we decided to let them get used to us not being around so often bit by bit, alternating our stays by week to practice imposing our absences; and that brought us to another run of juggling household stays. On the weeks I’m in based, we stay in Penang and on those when I’m out station, we bunk in Kulim and weekends mostly is at his grandpa’s place (the land in between our homes) if we’re not already running around with the visits that is. And so it was that we’re now living in suitcases, always packed and packing, ready and on the go. I feel like a wanderer, never quite belonging to a place. As much as I love spending time with our families every other day, I do long for some tranquil together time in our own place, our own private space, tending to our own businesses, and not having to spend so much time for anything else but each other’s company. The only times we were really on our own was during our honeymoon. Otherwise we’ve been busy tending to our familial obligations – both sides of the family. And it’s not just a feeling I have, but it’s reality that it will take months from now before we finish the visiting rounds. Huhu…
Stress stories aside, busy or not, running or not, tired or not, the most important point of the day and all our days together is that we’re happy and that we do it all together. Him and me, a pair, existing and fully functioning only when the other is around. Through the household juggling, and running and packing, we’ve managed to go to sleep content everyday only because we’re always doing things together and no matter how tiring it gets and how demanding this exercise is, at the end of the day, we’re together albeit sleeping in a different bed each night.
I love this feeling of complete security. The feeling of no matter how chaotic life is outside of us, once we’re back to just us, two of us together and no one else, taking a break from the disorder that life seems like these days (albeit very briefly), everything is okay and the world is in order back again.
We try finding times on our own these days, which is hard when so much of our presence is expected everywhere and being the obedient son and daughter that we are (hihi) we tend to feel highly obliged and dutiful to fulfill these familial obligations as to not offend anyone. Its hard work being newlyweds. I didn’t give this much thought before I guess which is why my off-expectations sometimes just tire me. I’m not fully prepared mentally for the running. But once in a while, we do go out, just to sit by the beach and watch the waves and other people fishing, watch movies and shopping and stuff. I guess its just a matter of time getting used to it all.
I believe it will get better, less tiring, more relaxing.
It’s already so much better now just for having a husband. I love just being with him, looking at him, love having this sense of belonging to someone and him belonging to me. I love calling him Abang. And if you ask me if its all worth it leaving singlehood and getting hitched, I’ll tell you , ‘Definitely! Its more than worth it’. So you single ladies out there, I wish you love, happiness and a quick marriage coz it rawks!!!
And because I don’t think its that late yet: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!
post-script: there a few back posts of life after marriage and honeymoon and etc in one of my thumb drive somewhere. hopefully i will find it and get to post some if not all back-dated.
and for all the happiness on our joyous marriage occasions and the people who came to share it with us.
And mostly for my wonderful husband and our wonderful married life
Its been over a month now since we became man and wife, and though I expect a lot of things to have happened and a lot of changes taking effect in our lives I did not however expect time to move this swiftly. I do feel I have aged. How could I have not, between now and my wedding day, the amount of paradigm shifts that transpired seemed to have moved mountains. And yet it all happened just over a month back. There’s irony in everything I’ve said in essence.
Anyhow, married life has been great. I’m won over by greenness of the grasses on this side of the hills. Of course its no easy feat keeping it green, there’s the extra chores to keep at. Watering it early in the morning and late in the nights and the times in between. Having to bend over for things I’ve never done and now have to do (there’s a growing list of it for a lazy bone at heart Like I am). Back when I was unmarried, many a married couple have told me it’s a great feeling getting hitched. Now I know that feeling!! Yay!! (And no, I’m not talking about the sex okay you perverts so stop rolling your eye balls…)
Anyway, just to enlighten you, the reason I am so deficient of time these days (these days being “since I’m married”) is because my everyday life is so fraught with plans running against time. I seriously have not feel completely relaxed yet. My life these days are packed and packaged in carry-on bags, living from suitcases and sleeping on borrowed beds. Not to put it in words, here’s the scheduled of how life has been since our wedding
19,20 Dec 08
Solemnization, reception my side
21-27 Dec 08
Meet families my side, hubby go to work most days, I clean messy house, spend spare time preparing for reception on hubby’s side
28 Dec 08
Reception hubby’s side
29 Dec 08
Whole day outdoor photo shoot
30 Dec 08
Visit family on hubby’s side
31 Dec 08 – 5 Jan 09
Honeymoon and new year in Bali
6 Jan - NOW
Back to work and on weekends busy visiting more families on both sides. In between, some small trips and meet ups with friends, doing laundry, house chores and family reunions.
Managed to celebrate our first monthversary watching a movie which was fun but end up tired everyday of our lives (yes, even on the weekends, ESPECIALLY on the weekends). Not to mention, the times in between when our parents expect us to pay visits to relative houses to properly introduce our spouse, (the wedding receptions apparently not being proper enough by custom Malay standard of tradition) were especially taxing – and we’re not even halfway done yet. So we were practically out every single day if not working, mostly doing things for others and with others. It’s pretty tiring, physically, and when I sit to think about it, it stresses me out mentally too. In addition, in a bid to lessen our parents’ sense of shock about us moving out straight away even though our own place has been available and ready for us for a while, we decided to let them get used to us not being around so often bit by bit, alternating our stays by week to practice imposing our absences; and that brought us to another run of juggling household stays. On the weeks I’m in based, we stay in Penang and on those when I’m out station, we bunk in Kulim and weekends mostly is at his grandpa’s place (the land in between our homes) if we’re not already running around with the visits that is. And so it was that we’re now living in suitcases, always packed and packing, ready and on the go. I feel like a wanderer, never quite belonging to a place. As much as I love spending time with our families every other day, I do long for some tranquil together time in our own place, our own private space, tending to our own businesses, and not having to spend so much time for anything else but each other’s company. The only times we were really on our own was during our honeymoon. Otherwise we’ve been busy tending to our familial obligations – both sides of the family. And it’s not just a feeling I have, but it’s reality that it will take months from now before we finish the visiting rounds. Huhu…
Stress stories aside, busy or not, running or not, tired or not, the most important point of the day and all our days together is that we’re happy and that we do it all together. Him and me, a pair, existing and fully functioning only when the other is around. Through the household juggling, and running and packing, we’ve managed to go to sleep content everyday only because we’re always doing things together and no matter how tiring it gets and how demanding this exercise is, at the end of the day, we’re together albeit sleeping in a different bed each night.
I love this feeling of complete security. The feeling of no matter how chaotic life is outside of us, once we’re back to just us, two of us together and no one else, taking a break from the disorder that life seems like these days (albeit very briefly), everything is okay and the world is in order back again.
We try finding times on our own these days, which is hard when so much of our presence is expected everywhere and being the obedient son and daughter that we are (hihi) we tend to feel highly obliged and dutiful to fulfill these familial obligations as to not offend anyone. Its hard work being newlyweds. I didn’t give this much thought before I guess which is why my off-expectations sometimes just tire me. I’m not fully prepared mentally for the running. But once in a while, we do go out, just to sit by the beach and watch the waves and other people fishing, watch movies and shopping and stuff. I guess its just a matter of time getting used to it all.
I believe it will get better, less tiring, more relaxing.
It’s already so much better now just for having a husband. I love just being with him, looking at him, love having this sense of belonging to someone and him belonging to me. I love calling him Abang. And if you ask me if its all worth it leaving singlehood and getting hitched, I’ll tell you , ‘Definitely! Its more than worth it’. So you single ladies out there, I wish you love, happiness and a quick marriage coz it rawks!!!
And because I don’t think its that late yet: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!
post-script: there a few back posts of life after marriage and honeymoon and etc in one of my thumb drive somewhere. hopefully i will find it and get to post some if not all back-dated.
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