old

I have gotten used to going places with my other half that yesterday, when I went to a talk with friends instead it felt...weird. It reminded me of my single days- days without hand holding, or thinking about another person, and days without me being teased to death by my hasben. And i thought my sisters were pretty good. Until i met this one.

Anyway I wish I could shake my old self to not worry too much about things out of my control because God's plan is the most perfect of all.

I used to worry endlessly about who am going to marry, how I'm going to meet this guy because I kept meeting morons, I used to worry whether I will get a good job, whether I can gain weight and I even worry if I will drown while trying to learn to swim. I worry about my family, I worry about when my fish's gonna die. In the end it did die, and I turned out okay. huhu.

And then there are those petty worries that I do not even remember now, but at the time felt so big I thought I will faint. The latest just few days ago when I cant find my thumbdrive and watch and I thought I will die. Well I'm still here.

*Sigh. Those times could have been filled doing better things to improve myself. But what did I do? Worry worry.

dont worry be happy.:D

and forgive...

those who have wronged you, in the hope that Allah will forgive you who has wronged Him.

a woman

my lack of experience with men (alhamdulillah) means i have a lot to learn still.

for him it is the physical touch that shows love.

for me its a tangle web of mess, that I realize now, he won't even notice 70% of the time.

it is out of love that I

arrange the books according to its importance so that easier for him to grab

learn how to cook

arrange all medicines in one box

arrange perfumes in my favorite box

clean his desk, his room, his things

dont throw his stuff without permission (though im dying to everyday)

sew sarung bantal, selimut

arrange the bed nicely

wash my hair daily no matter how cold it is so that it looks nice

make sure my clothes match (which i couldnt be bothered before kawin)

constantly clean bloody everything

go crazy when the room is a mess (and he wont even bat an eyelid)

i eat rice more often than i would have

i watch movies with complicated plots that drive me crazy with suspense

and yet this hubby of mine question the depth of my love for him

ouch

i dont think he knows that every little thing i do is to please him

and i didnt realize that im showing my love in a way that I think would make me happy

i mean if he sew me a cushion i think i will seriously faint and think this guy is so in love with me!

yes i am twisted in my thinking.

and perhaps selfish at times.

it got me thinking about those people around me that i love so much and how im treating them.

i dont know why its so hard for me to try look at a matter from the other person's perspective.

anyway im so glad we had the discussion.

if you love someone deep enough, show that person the love in a way that he would appreciate and understand the most.and erm perhaps shake him from time to time and say "look i'm doing all these because I LOVE YOU." yes I arranged the toothbrush "cutely" because I love you, no matter how absurd you think that idea is.

Coz men are straightforward thinkers. and women tend to analyze all little things until they go emotional walaupun takde ape-ape sangat (in the men's eyes) pun sebenarnya. huhu. its a different world altogether.

or as my hubby put it, "let's say i think writing French essays is a way for me to show my love for you. would you feel loved then?"

"no, i wouldn't"

lesson learnt, hubby, and I love you despite your terrible analogies.

uniquely Malaysia

The sweetest sleeper

Yummiest fish

Guess what its made of?



All are EDIBLE


We had fun looking at an engagement party pictures shown by my colleague. Now here's a party I wish I was invited to! Its quite common in villages around Malaysia to have presents made of food, presented as creatively as possible. Normally neighbors would pitch in for the pressies.

eloquent speech

we spent a small portion of the morning calling candidates to confirm their attendance to interview.

Some leave me speechless

"I am heavily pregnant, in fact just waiting for my due date. What do you think?"

"I...err...I'm in Johor."

"Yes I'm definitely coming." Yes! at last! but oh wait, I mistakenly called from the rejected list. And so my colleague helped to make the dreaded "sorry, there have been a mistake" call.

anyway, after long attempts trying to reach them I simply blurt out.

"Okay, nak datang sudah. Tak nak datang, datang!"

Kak Miah asked me quickly. "What are you saying?"

Sometimes we can sound so eloquent, only to realize what we spat out is utter rubbish!!

I hope, I can emulate learned men, where they either speak good, or what will benefit them (i.e. get rewarded for it) or stay quiet.

resume

Common mistakes (one would think its obvious to avoid these) in resume:

1) Spelling mistakes
2) Messy layout.Not enough spacing, font too small, not pleasing the eye.
3) friendofthedevil@gmail.com, coolprincess@yahoo.com etc. etc.
4) Referee's relationship - FRIEND
5) Willing to travel? No- (and you live in Seremban. So WHY did you apply fora job in KL?)
6) Cropped picture with background. Arghh! Get a passport photo please!
7) Can speak little Chinese. huh? its Mandarin!

and then...
8) Emailing the company- to ask for an email address to send a resume. erm...

the amount of such resume I've seen are... scary. sadly banyak Malay as well.

the purpose of resume is to bag an interview so its worth doing it well. after all the list of shortlisted candidates are usually very...SHORT.

laki pempuan

hmm i realize my topic of discussions have been mostly focused on the spousehood aspect.

sometimes ada blog ni i feel like i wanna write interesting stuff like ive been snowboarding, and the next day, sky diving, and the next i killed an elephant...or something.

anyway, we were discussing of how women like unnecessary details.

like i ask him, " hey, which pants is this? i like it!"

and he replied, "you know...erm this pants."

and, "do you like my quilt? see how the curvy stiches go with the whole pattern?"

and he i saw his eyes just go off to other direction, like he could not comprehend WHY we'd wanna talk about a quilt, a quilt!

and...i just never give up.

"my cheesecake looks better this time round. i think its the blueberry on top."

"its...a cheesecake. yeah."

i mean gee. he can spend hours explaining to me about the religion, spy tactics or spouting out incomprehensible german he heard from movies, but show him a cute thing and he wont have a clue how to respond. i think if i show him pink polka dots he might just faint.

and so yesterday i said to him,

"let me just pretend to be you so i can understand how you think."

"you cant do that you know, pretend to be me?"

"and why not?"

"you're a woman."

i tried for a second to understand what he could mean by that. is he implying something? was that a sexist remark?

and then i stop.

there is no underlying motive. or implied ideas.

he's just a man.

and me, being a woman, is on to scrounge for the next cute thing to gush at. and i will share it with him, and he will go "mmmmm."