“Too often, the thing we want the most is the one thing we cannot have. Desire leaves us heartbroken , it wears us out. Desire wrecks our life”
Dr Meredith Gray
That was the ultimatum that I had the other day.
There has been so much unhappiness around me lately that I decided that yesterday was the much needed break that I want. Ignore the fact that it was my birthday; I felt that I needed time to reflect upon my life.
I guess I should be happy that I am still non-committed to a single soul. When friends pour out their relationship issues, I feel content that at least I do not have to deal with such heartbreaking dilemma. At least some part of it is true.
We are fools when it comes to love.
We marry young when we think that fulfilling our sexual drive is with utmost importance. Sometimes we succumb to the peer pressure or the longing of our partner for what they say ‘better future’.
Recently, I learned that marriage lives are not all that rosy and wonderful. When I should empathized with the torment my friends are suffering, I feel glad that I did not have anyone to angst about. (Well, who would want to marry me at this state of mind anyways?)
Why make such rash decision about marrying someone when you have a slight doubt about each other. When my best friend got married this year, I asked her over and over again, “Are you sure?” (sorry dear I had to use you as an example, but the fact that you don’t blog and no one knows you made it easier to blog about you. Haha. Forgive me later). They’ve been fighting for as long as I known them made it much harder for me to digest the fact that this girl who’s been my childhood friend is tying the knot with a guy whom she often cries over. But I guess their love for each other was stronger than the petty little things that they fight over.
Some friends of mine didn’t able to hold that love after marriage. What happen in between? Simple.. Men change after they got married.
Male egocentric.. chauvinist… all of the above.
The first half of the year was full of joy and happiness of knowing that your friends are getting married, but lately I have been listening about what he didn’t do, or what he has became after they are legally married. World is so twisted.
We don’t really know our partner very well that when we felt that we’ve made one big mistake, there is no turning back. Before this, there always were the third wheels when we get into a fight, but after married, you are forbidden to tell tale of your marriage to a single soul. Berdosa namanya. In other words, no more bitching about men to your girlfriends, or seeking advice from your male counterpart.
I guess I am never suited for married life, as I fear the commitment I am putting myself into. It’s not that I do not believe in the marriage institution, but is there such magic that led you to believe that investing your whole life to just one person would be wise? What is it likes to love someone madly, that you are willing to wake up next to the same person every single morning?
Sometimes we get married because we needed security. He may not be the one whom we have fallen madly in love with, but the one who would be willing to love us for the rest of their life. Question, should we choose the one who’d love us unconditionally, or the one whom we really long for? Which brings in more happiness?
After talking to a few married ladies, I feel scared about the idea of getting married. If I do get married, I feel like I would go cold feet right before one. Heck, I might not get married, and it scares me more. I am not sure what I want in life, and that is just silly of me.
But maybe its because I have not find the right person for me to spend my whole life with.
Wait, retract that. I have, but he’s non committal.
If he asked me to marry him, I might even give my consent right away. Well, if only…
So, what does that leave me?
A woman with lots of choices?
Girl power?
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Pengalaman pertama white water rafting'ku
I went white water rafting on Sunday, and met up with this Egyption friend whom I haven’t seen for quite some time.
We talked about politics, religion, current issues and all the heavy stuff that can transpire on the ‘Malaysia dilemma’. I guess it was all the adrenalin pumping action from the rafting that intensity the passion to deepen the discussion.
I would say that I am now a strong supporter of Mahathir. Back then bila hidung masih hingusan, I was a great critics of him. But as you grow older and began to enter the professional/working world, you’d notice that if Mahathir listen to critics like me (and multiply that by a few hundred thousand), we would never see the likes of KLCC, KLIA or even Putrajaya today. How despicable and shameful of me. Now that I work in KLCC (and proud to be), and seeing the vast improvement that Malaysia now enjoys, I finally see the vision of this wonderful man who has light-years thinking ahead.
Today, the man has to bear the same critic. Who are we to pass judgement on the man who has made it happen to Malaysia?
My Egyption friend said this, “I love Malaysia. When I heard Malaysian criticize Mahathir, I am appaled myself! We have never heard of Malaysia before, but we know Mahathir. He was a great symbol to the country. How can the Malaysian today be so ungrateful.”
What we read in the paper before this was all there. Malaysia is nothing if not for the great man. He was even a great leader to the Muslim community. Remember back then when he was a great supporter for the Islamic currency before it finally falls apart after he step down? Even Bush is terrified of this old man. The aura he posses speaks wonder for himself.
Later on, when we were in the bus going back to KLCC, I was seated next to few interesting colleagues with mixed parentage background whom all exercises their right to speak Chinese.
Later they came with an interesting question to Lefty.
“What is my race?”
Half Chinese Half Malay
75% Chinese, 25% Malay
“What do you call us?”
Lefty interrupted. “We are Malaysian”
“But how do you fill up the form?”
“We are still Malaysian. Would it matter?”
Yeah, now that you think about it, does it matter? Are we Malaysian enough?
Enough of this political nonsense, some pix from whiter water rafting..
Macam pelarian ... sakit bontotku duduk atas jip ini. Adus
Briefing session fella.. Please pay attention
Getting into the boat. Excited gila la...
Fuh penat... Ok, find me!
Rough terrain.. Haha.. Not really
Ala... Why la i tak capsize. Haha
Look at that...
Memorable pix after...
Going back. You can see me sandwhiched behind
The cool chicks had real fun!
Leaving.. Walla.. Sedih..
We talked about politics, religion, current issues and all the heavy stuff that can transpire on the ‘Malaysia dilemma’. I guess it was all the adrenalin pumping action from the rafting that intensity the passion to deepen the discussion.
I would say that I am now a strong supporter of Mahathir. Back then bila hidung masih hingusan, I was a great critics of him. But as you grow older and began to enter the professional/working world, you’d notice that if Mahathir listen to critics like me (and multiply that by a few hundred thousand), we would never see the likes of KLCC, KLIA or even Putrajaya today. How despicable and shameful of me. Now that I work in KLCC (and proud to be), and seeing the vast improvement that Malaysia now enjoys, I finally see the vision of this wonderful man who has light-years thinking ahead.
Today, the man has to bear the same critic. Who are we to pass judgement on the man who has made it happen to Malaysia?
My Egyption friend said this, “I love Malaysia. When I heard Malaysian criticize Mahathir, I am appaled myself! We have never heard of Malaysia before, but we know Mahathir. He was a great symbol to the country. How can the Malaysian today be so ungrateful.”
What we read in the paper before this was all there. Malaysia is nothing if not for the great man. He was even a great leader to the Muslim community. Remember back then when he was a great supporter for the Islamic currency before it finally falls apart after he step down? Even Bush is terrified of this old man. The aura he posses speaks wonder for himself.
Later on, when we were in the bus going back to KLCC, I was seated next to few interesting colleagues with mixed parentage background whom all exercises their right to speak Chinese.
Later they came with an interesting question to Lefty.
“What is my race?”
Half Chinese Half Malay
75% Chinese, 25% Malay
“What do you call us?”
Lefty interrupted. “We are Malaysian”
“But how do you fill up the form?”
“We are still Malaysian. Would it matter?”
Yeah, now that you think about it, does it matter? Are we Malaysian enough?
Enough of this political nonsense, some pix from whiter water rafting..
Macam pelarian ... sakit bontotku duduk atas jip ini. Adus
Briefing session fella.. Please pay attention
Getting into the boat. Excited gila la...
Fuh penat... Ok, find me!
Rough terrain.. Haha.. Not really
Ala... Why la i tak capsize. Haha
Look at that...
Memorable pix after...
Going back. You can see me sandwhiched behind
The cool chicks had real fun! Leaving.. Walla.. Sedih..Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Angkasawanku.. Heroku...
10/10/2007 on 21:21 hours
Our first Malaysian astronaut blasted off to space on Soyuz TMA-11
I didn’t join the many Malaysians who went to watch the historical moment in Merdeka Square. It was such a relieved that I didn’t, after being told that the giant screen was not working, hence they had to resort to sharing the small screen TV provided. Not to say that I am not patriotic enough to have shared the joy with thousand others proud Malaysian. I do, yes I do, but I prefer to share my joy in the quiet comfort of my small home better.
So anyway, there have been mixed opinions about sending off Malaysian very first astronaut.
WHAT the fuss all about?
Could we have done it without having spent millions of taxpayers’ money into purchasing military helicopter equipments from Russia?
The achievement is not really ours to claim, as it would have been more meaningful had we gone into space with our very own space rocket.
Why couldn’t the government spend the money to further improve our domestic trade and economy?
While writing this, I am very much confused myself. I am not sure whether I supported the cause, or I just simply do not care. If not for the very strong objection from some anonymous citizen, I would simply choose the latter. Then I re-discover my passion for debate, hence this.
I felt proud knowing that one of Dr M’s visions has materialize. You couldn’t stop but wonder how he could think light-years ahead of other people. And your zealous crazy mind would have thought that his brain would be an interesting specimen to study (gosh… that’s some twisted mine I have).
When people ask me, am I proud? I would not have qualm to say yes. For me, we need heroes. While politicians have sickened me for their lack of creative contribution to the society lately, the general public has chosen to look elsewhere for source of inspiration.
Just like Dato’ Dr Mohamad Nor Khalid @ Lat who has done it with Kampung Boy, (btw, Dato’ is now in Washington as the only Asian to be invited to the International Comic Art Forum. He would also be there to launch his new book, Town Boy after the success of Kampung Boy which became no 1 for Editors Choice in the United States) AND SO did cicakman (which ability includes it’s power of fast healing, sticking to walls and ceilings and the ever-so-useful tongue-extension mechanism) our friendly occupants of most homes in Malaysia TO THE EVER SO FAMOUS Mawi, the chap next door. As both Lat & Cicakman are heroes envision by its creator, you’d feel excited knowing that Asmawi Ani and Syeikh Muszaphar Shukor al Masrie are heroes on our very own backyard, whom we groom and grow so fond off. While Mawi is the simple, good looking and yet very humble person, Syeikh Muszaphar comes in the form of a handsome, well established-doctor cum part time model, What else could you have ask for?
Five years from now, you are very sure that he would be entitled to a Datuk-ship, still remain a bachelor (for whatever reason you know) and would be ever-so famous and rich. He would be getting the same adoration from the public similar to what Mawi have enjoyed. I can already imagine looking at dozens of his billboards while driving, his many advertisement that will follow (as if he has not gotten use to that), co-starring in movies by Professor-Madya-you-know-who and then probably producing his own hari raya tracks.
Lalalala.. lalala… A new hero on it’s way! And he’s a yummy treat.
Our first Malaysian astronaut blasted off to space on Soyuz TMA-11
I didn’t join the many Malaysians who went to watch the historical moment in Merdeka Square. It was such a relieved that I didn’t, after being told that the giant screen was not working, hence they had to resort to sharing the small screen TV provided. Not to say that I am not patriotic enough to have shared the joy with thousand others proud Malaysian. I do, yes I do, but I prefer to share my joy in the quiet comfort of my small home better.
So anyway, there have been mixed opinions about sending off Malaysian very first astronaut.
WHAT the fuss all about?
Could we have done it without having spent millions of taxpayers’ money into purchasing military helicopter equipments from Russia?
The achievement is not really ours to claim, as it would have been more meaningful had we gone into space with our very own space rocket.
Why couldn’t the government spend the money to further improve our domestic trade and economy?
While writing this, I am very much confused myself. I am not sure whether I supported the cause, or I just simply do not care. If not for the very strong objection from some anonymous citizen, I would simply choose the latter. Then I re-discover my passion for debate, hence this.
I felt proud knowing that one of Dr M’s visions has materialize. You couldn’t stop but wonder how he could think light-years ahead of other people. And your zealous crazy mind would have thought that his brain would be an interesting specimen to study (gosh… that’s some twisted mine I have).
When people ask me, am I proud? I would not have qualm to say yes. For me, we need heroes. While politicians have sickened me for their lack of creative contribution to the society lately, the general public has chosen to look elsewhere for source of inspiration.
Just like Dato’ Dr Mohamad Nor Khalid @ Lat who has done it with Kampung Boy, (btw, Dato’ is now in Washington as the only Asian to be invited to the International Comic Art Forum. He would also be there to launch his new book, Town Boy after the success of Kampung Boy which became no 1 for Editors Choice in the United States) AND SO did cicakman (which ability includes it’s power of fast healing, sticking to walls and ceilings and the ever-so-useful tongue-extension mechanism) our friendly occupants of most homes in Malaysia TO THE EVER SO FAMOUS Mawi, the chap next door. As both Lat & Cicakman are heroes envision by its creator, you’d feel excited knowing that Asmawi Ani and Syeikh Muszaphar Shukor al Masrie are heroes on our very own backyard, whom we groom and grow so fond off. While Mawi is the simple, good looking and yet very humble person, Syeikh Muszaphar comes in the form of a handsome, well established-doctor cum part time model, What else could you have ask for?
Five years from now, you are very sure that he would be entitled to a Datuk-ship, still remain a bachelor (for whatever reason you know) and would be ever-so famous and rich. He would be getting the same adoration from the public similar to what Mawi have enjoyed. I can already imagine looking at dozens of his billboards while driving, his many advertisement that will follow (as if he has not gotten use to that), co-starring in movies by Professor-Madya-you-know-who and then probably producing his own hari raya tracks.
Lalalala.. lalala… A new hero on it’s way! And he’s a yummy treat.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Negeri Kelantan Kebanggan .. KU? MEREKA?
MI and I were kissing goodbye, and wishing each other ‘Selamat Hari Raya’, when we then bumped into Jd. MI then asked Jd, ‘You are Kelantanese right’ and ended her conversation with something like, ‘Don’t marry many’.
I was quite shocked. If MI wasn’t a very close friend of mine, I would have found that the remark was very insulting. But knowing MI, and her innocent in understanding the Malay culture, I forgave her instantly.
Little did MI knew that I am Kelantanese myself (well, my parent that is). And when I told MI, she was shocked. “Now, does that change your perception about Kelantanese? See, they are not so typical. Haha”, Jd said. True, I am not like any typical Kelantanese. The ways I talk, walk and poise myself disarray the normal perception about people from Pantai Timur.
Living with parents who speak Kelantan at home doesn’t make me any more Kelantanese. I can honestly admit that I could not at all speak the native tongue. I have been living in KL ever since I was born. The only sibling of mine who is eligible to own property in Kelantan is my eldest sister, as she is the only one who bore the state birth certificate. I have to admit that none of my family member wears tudung (except for me mom), and we have been totally colonized by the urban upbringing. Except however, our big family signifies our origins. I would have to say that it has become a custom for Kelantanese to have a big family (hence mine) where the more kids you have signify more of your success. Then, come your children’s education. The further they go, the proud the parents would be. Well, that is the typical keluarga Haji Daud (my grandfather).
What is it about Kelantanese that scares off other people? I would have to rephrase that. What is it about Kelantanese that scares off KL people?
Nowadays, you could hear the dialect being spoken mostly in pasar malam, Chow Kit area, and discreetly in offices of high rising towers. Kelantanese has become an epidemic that is spreading fast all over the country. It’s not surprising as a typical Kelantan family could easily have 6 childrens, whom will all travel all over the state for promise of better future. Child 1 to JB, Child 2 to Malacca, Child 3 to Pahang, Child 4 & 5 to KL, and maybe Child 6 to take care of the sawah bendang back home. The more the merrier right.
So, what is it about Kelantanese kahwin banyak ni?
People have a lot of different perception about Kelantanese. These people are the group of people whom would cause rivalry in school dorms. Kelantanese like to stick to their own kind, mostly because they are more familiar with oneself OR maybe because people alienate them due to their differences? I never like to admit that I am Kelantanese, unless being interrogated in details. Why? I would be accused of ‘lupa daratan’ by the Kelantanese simply because I don’t speak the native tongue and I don’t act like one, OR being alienated by those who like to discriminate against one.
Bigotry.
I sometimes wonder why people from Kedah does not receive the same treatment? Is it because most of our leaders are Orang Utara, that we are so accustomed to them? Heck, I sometimes even speak Utara just to adapt to my surroundings. Why don’t we point out their flaws? Or, why not people from –Ganu? They are just next door to Kelantan! Maybe whatever flaws that Kelantanese have might rub off on them?
Have you heard of this phrase?
Kalau tidak malas, bukan Melayu
Kalau tidak tipu, bukan Cina
Kalau tidak minum, bukan India
If you’re not lazy, you’re not Malay
If you don’t cheat, you’re not Chinese
If you don’t drink, you’re not Indian
SO…
Each race has it’s own distinct character? NOOO..
But people from each state can simply be clustered into it’s set of bad vs good? YES? NO?
We are all racist in maybe the most minimal amount. I would say that deep inside, maybe I am. But lately, I just don’t care anymore. I take pleasure in telling other people that I am going back to Kelantan for raya this year, much to other people’s amazement. “You are from Kelantan?”, and the very same look that I have gotten use to.
I might not be so much connected to my roots, but I am proud that my family originated from somewhere. I enjoyed the scenic drive of watching kerbau, sawah and rumah kampong berdinding papan beratap zink. Now, we are persuading abah to move to Kundang, so that we can enjoy those kampong style environment whenever Raya. This small house can no longer fit the 11 grandchildren who comes back during Raya.
So, whatever it is, I am proud of my family, and the very place that my parent Haji Sidik@Sidek and Hajah Halimah originated from.
To all of you…
Selamat Hari Raya you all! Maaf Zahir & Batin.
I was quite shocked. If MI wasn’t a very close friend of mine, I would have found that the remark was very insulting. But knowing MI, and her innocent in understanding the Malay culture, I forgave her instantly.
Little did MI knew that I am Kelantanese myself (well, my parent that is). And when I told MI, she was shocked. “Now, does that change your perception about Kelantanese? See, they are not so typical. Haha”, Jd said. True, I am not like any typical Kelantanese. The ways I talk, walk and poise myself disarray the normal perception about people from Pantai Timur.
Living with parents who speak Kelantan at home doesn’t make me any more Kelantanese. I can honestly admit that I could not at all speak the native tongue. I have been living in KL ever since I was born. The only sibling of mine who is eligible to own property in Kelantan is my eldest sister, as she is the only one who bore the state birth certificate. I have to admit that none of my family member wears tudung (except for me mom), and we have been totally colonized by the urban upbringing. Except however, our big family signifies our origins. I would have to say that it has become a custom for Kelantanese to have a big family (hence mine) where the more kids you have signify more of your success. Then, come your children’s education. The further they go, the proud the parents would be. Well, that is the typical keluarga Haji Daud (my grandfather).
What is it about Kelantanese that scares off other people? I would have to rephrase that. What is it about Kelantanese that scares off KL people?
Nowadays, you could hear the dialect being spoken mostly in pasar malam, Chow Kit area, and discreetly in offices of high rising towers. Kelantanese has become an epidemic that is spreading fast all over the country. It’s not surprising as a typical Kelantan family could easily have 6 childrens, whom will all travel all over the state for promise of better future. Child 1 to JB, Child 2 to Malacca, Child 3 to Pahang, Child 4 & 5 to KL, and maybe Child 6 to take care of the sawah bendang back home. The more the merrier right.
So, what is it about Kelantanese kahwin banyak ni?
People have a lot of different perception about Kelantanese. These people are the group of people whom would cause rivalry in school dorms. Kelantanese like to stick to their own kind, mostly because they are more familiar with oneself OR maybe because people alienate them due to their differences? I never like to admit that I am Kelantanese, unless being interrogated in details. Why? I would be accused of ‘lupa daratan’ by the Kelantanese simply because I don’t speak the native tongue and I don’t act like one, OR being alienated by those who like to discriminate against one.
Bigotry.
I sometimes wonder why people from Kedah does not receive the same treatment? Is it because most of our leaders are Orang Utara, that we are so accustomed to them? Heck, I sometimes even speak Utara just to adapt to my surroundings. Why don’t we point out their flaws? Or, why not people from –Ganu? They are just next door to Kelantan! Maybe whatever flaws that Kelantanese have might rub off on them?
Have you heard of this phrase?
Kalau tidak malas, bukan Melayu
Kalau tidak tipu, bukan Cina
Kalau tidak minum, bukan India
If you’re not lazy, you’re not Malay
If you don’t cheat, you’re not Chinese
If you don’t drink, you’re not Indian
SO…
Each race has it’s own distinct character? NOOO..
But people from each state can simply be clustered into it’s set of bad vs good? YES? NO?
We are all racist in maybe the most minimal amount. I would say that deep inside, maybe I am. But lately, I just don’t care anymore. I take pleasure in telling other people that I am going back to Kelantan for raya this year, much to other people’s amazement. “You are from Kelantan?”, and the very same look that I have gotten use to.
I might not be so much connected to my roots, but I am proud that my family originated from somewhere. I enjoyed the scenic drive of watching kerbau, sawah and rumah kampong berdinding papan beratap zink. Now, we are persuading abah to move to Kundang, so that we can enjoy those kampong style environment whenever Raya. This small house can no longer fit the 11 grandchildren who comes back during Raya.
So, whatever it is, I am proud of my family, and the very place that my parent Haji Sidik@Sidek and Hajah Halimah originated from.
To all of you…
Selamat Hari Raya you all! Maaf Zahir & Batin.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Luahan Wanita Ini
Women are easily hurt, so is that the reason why we get hurt many times? Is it an obvious fact that women can be taken aback over small matters? Is that the very reason why men just do not bother as much?
As much as I hate to admit it, sometimes it makes perfect 0-0 sense. That’s why sometimes men seem oblivious to the changes in women’s temperament. It’s an everyday scenario that if they tend to credit it, it would be an eventual disaster to them in the future.
And that is the very reason why women easily forgive. We are actually forgiving our own flaws.
Is that an acceptable justice to all women?
I had this thought going through my head while driving back (slowly driving back, as I am driving using a spare tire which is only competent enough to allow maximum speed of 80 km/h. Second time tayar pancit.. da…)
I am giving someone a chance, over and over again. My friend told me to get over it, as this person has yet to show his sincere level. But again, how would another girl know better. Maybe this person is just different?
I remembered how I was in the past, when I would let myself get hurt over and over again because I hate the idea of separation. For me, for whatever happens, you can always work things out. You work things out… and sometimes the things you fight about are silly things that would today make you feel immature. That’s why sometimes I wish I could go back in time and change everything.
Some people wouldn’t, I know. It’s because they are happy with their life, and the people all around them. I think I would say the same, one day, when I am truly happy. Then, I would tell other people, that I would never trade my life’s experience with anything.. ever. What I am experiencing now are just the ups and DOWNs that other normal people would.
Well, who am I to complain?
I decided I would no longer make an attempt to correct things, and to pursue something badly. Just gonna let nature takes it course. So far, it has done me well.
So, forgive or not to forgive? Miss Indelicate... You’ve been in this shoe so many times. You’ve forgiven him ALL the time. How different would it be for me to give this person a second, third or even a million zillion chance? Stop. Don’t complicate matters. Cause he’s a stranger, that’s why. I don’t even know him well enough. Da!
Then again, Mr D question this guy’s intention. Maybe, he’s not completely honest with you. If you like someone, you’d try to make it up to them one way or another. Has he done that?
Hearing this from another guy startle me. Even Mr D is not entirely convinced about this guy.
Luck is running out on this guy.
Heck, am I thinking too much? Again, woman and her many silly thoughts… realizing that I am that silly woman.
As much as I hate to admit it, sometimes it makes perfect 0-0 sense. That’s why sometimes men seem oblivious to the changes in women’s temperament. It’s an everyday scenario that if they tend to credit it, it would be an eventual disaster to them in the future.
And that is the very reason why women easily forgive. We are actually forgiving our own flaws.
Is that an acceptable justice to all women?
I had this thought going through my head while driving back (slowly driving back, as I am driving using a spare tire which is only competent enough to allow maximum speed of 80 km/h. Second time tayar pancit.. da…)
I am giving someone a chance, over and over again. My friend told me to get over it, as this person has yet to show his sincere level. But again, how would another girl know better. Maybe this person is just different?
I remembered how I was in the past, when I would let myself get hurt over and over again because I hate the idea of separation. For me, for whatever happens, you can always work things out. You work things out… and sometimes the things you fight about are silly things that would today make you feel immature. That’s why sometimes I wish I could go back in time and change everything.
Some people wouldn’t, I know. It’s because they are happy with their life, and the people all around them. I think I would say the same, one day, when I am truly happy. Then, I would tell other people, that I would never trade my life’s experience with anything.. ever. What I am experiencing now are just the ups and DOWNs that other normal people would.
Well, who am I to complain?
I decided I would no longer make an attempt to correct things, and to pursue something badly. Just gonna let nature takes it course. So far, it has done me well.
So, forgive or not to forgive? Miss Indelicate... You’ve been in this shoe so many times. You’ve forgiven him ALL the time. How different would it be for me to give this person a second, third or even a million zillion chance? Stop. Don’t complicate matters. Cause he’s a stranger, that’s why. I don’t even know him well enough. Da!
Then again, Mr D question this guy’s intention. Maybe, he’s not completely honest with you. If you like someone, you’d try to make it up to them one way or another. Has he done that?
Hearing this from another guy startle me. Even Mr D is not entirely convinced about this guy.
Luck is running out on this guy.
Heck, am I thinking too much? Again, woman and her many silly thoughts… realizing that I am that silly woman.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Lelaki Itu Untuk Aku!?
Indeed an interesting article. Made me think hard... So thinking i did...
Quote of the day: THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND
DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?
During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?" I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, "It depends. Is that your husband?" In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?" Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind. Here's the answer.EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love... Because it's happening TO YOU.
People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the imagery of that __expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.
Falling in love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.
The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.
At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.
Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work,a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances."
People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the imagery of that __expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU. Falling in love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage. At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work,a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.
But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else.
And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the __expression "the labor of love." Because it takes time, effort, and energy . And most importantly, it takes WISDOM . You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.
Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.
Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable. ..you can "make
But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this): THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND. SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the __expression "the labor of love." Because it takes time, effort, and energy . And most importantly, it takes WISDOM . You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work. Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage. Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable. ..you can "make"
Love in marriage is indeed a "decision".. . Not just a feeling .
Remember this always"God determines who walks into your life ,It is up to you to decide who you walk away, who you allow tostay, and who you refuse to let go. It's all in your mind to make the decision, and remember when there is opportunities, go for it and consider,And the right decision made, you will be happy forever. Love in marriage is indeed a "decision".. . Not just a feeling . Remember this always "God determines who walks into your life , It is up to you to decide who you allow to walk away, who you allow to stay, and who you refuse to let go , It's all in your mind to make the decision, Pray hard and god will show you the journey , and remember when there is opportunities, go for it and consider, And the right decision made, you will be happy forever. "
Quote of the day: THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND
DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?
During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?" I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, "It depends. Is that your husband?" In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?" Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind. Here's the answer.EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love... Because it's happening TO YOU.
People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the imagery of that __expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.
Falling in love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.
The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.
At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.
Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work,a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances."
People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the imagery of that __expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU. Falling in love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage. At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work,a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.
But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else.
And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the __expression "the labor of love." Because it takes time, effort, and energy . And most importantly, it takes WISDOM . You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.
Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.
Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable. ..you can "make
But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this): THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND. SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the __expression "the labor of love." Because it takes time, effort, and energy . And most importantly, it takes WISDOM . You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work. Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage. Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable. ..you can "make"
Love in marriage is indeed a "decision".. . Not just a feeling .
Remember this always"God determines who walks into your life ,It is up to you to decide who you walk away, who you allow tostay, and who you refuse to let go. It's all in your mind to make the decision, and remember when there is opportunities, go for it and consider,And the right decision made, you will be happy forever. Love in marriage is indeed a "decision".. . Not just a feeling . Remember this always "God determines who walks into your life , It is up to you to decide who you allow to walk away, who you allow to stay, and who you refuse to let go , It's all in your mind to make the decision, Pray hard and god will show you the journey , and remember when there is opportunities, go for it and consider, And the right decision made, you will be happy forever. "
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Aku dalam kesakitan... Fizikal
I spent my whole day today on the bed… sleeping. Had a terrible pain in the stomach last night, one in which I thought that I seriously was having severe ‘labour-pain’. Was awaken in the middle of the night with the sharp pain, aching. Moving relentlessly for about an hour until I finally decided to call my brother to come and pick me up, and and accompany me to see the doctor at freaking 2 am.
The doctor didn’t know what was wrong, but the pain was unbearable. I took the quick-fix shot, and yeah, it was right on the ass. The pain disappear a while later, and I was able to get a good night sleep after that
Lots of thoughts coming to my head, and lots of names ran across my mind. I wish I had someone to cuddle me and say that it’s all right. I wish I could have called someone at that moment, and tell him how much pain I was in. I wish, yet my wish did not materialize.
So, how am I today? The pain is still there, but only when I move around. I can pinch my stomach, and feel a sensation of pain going straight to my head. I walk like an 80 year old, and during solat, I pray to God to take away this unbearable pain.
Well, I managed to finish reading the book by Kam Raslan, “Confession of an Old Boy”. I thought that I could learn some tips about Old Boys, but the book was purely fictional. Not much help there. Didn’t think that the book was that great either, but yeah, ‘bolehlah’. My next book would either be,”Honk if You’re Malaysian”(I am not sure why I am so much into Malaysian publication lately), or The Secret (since Da & Jaded did promote the book to me and it somehow change their life). I am not sure why I am obsessed with reading one book per week. I guess I have none better to do, and it’s just one way to keep my mind off things
I must tell you that I have started to work almost as hard as last year (where I would come weekends, and spending late nights at work), and when at home, I am now spending more time on the bed. I just got bored of the life I have now, and the guys I have been dating. Errkkk, I promise myself I won’t write about my silly relationship dilemma, but what can you do when your mind wonders incessantly?
Life and it’s complicated wonders
Still in pain.
Still having hope.
The doctor didn’t know what was wrong, but the pain was unbearable. I took the quick-fix shot, and yeah, it was right on the ass. The pain disappear a while later, and I was able to get a good night sleep after that
Lots of thoughts coming to my head, and lots of names ran across my mind. I wish I had someone to cuddle me and say that it’s all right. I wish I could have called someone at that moment, and tell him how much pain I was in. I wish, yet my wish did not materialize.
So, how am I today? The pain is still there, but only when I move around. I can pinch my stomach, and feel a sensation of pain going straight to my head. I walk like an 80 year old, and during solat, I pray to God to take away this unbearable pain.
Well, I managed to finish reading the book by Kam Raslan, “Confession of an Old Boy”. I thought that I could learn some tips about Old Boys, but the book was purely fictional. Not much help there. Didn’t think that the book was that great either, but yeah, ‘bolehlah’. My next book would either be,”Honk if You’re Malaysian”(I am not sure why I am so much into Malaysian publication lately), or The Secret (since Da & Jaded did promote the book to me and it somehow change their life). I am not sure why I am obsessed with reading one book per week. I guess I have none better to do, and it’s just one way to keep my mind off things
I must tell you that I have started to work almost as hard as last year (where I would come weekends, and spending late nights at work), and when at home, I am now spending more time on the bed. I just got bored of the life I have now, and the guys I have been dating. Errkkk, I promise myself I won’t write about my silly relationship dilemma, but what can you do when your mind wonders incessantly?
Life and it’s complicated wonders
Still in pain.
Still having hope.
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