What Is L.O.V.E.?

This is my interpretation of L.O.V.E.

Love is a slow kiss goodnight, It's anticipation.

Love is flirting outrageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything, It's respect.

Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you, it's acceptance.

Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet, It's patience.

Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles, it's exploration.

Love doesn’t not have to say, "lets make love," because you know what the other person wants, it understands.

Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed, it's consideration.

Love is both of you remembering protection, it's responsibility.

Love is paying the bills and putting food on the table. It’s survival.

Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles, it's humor.

Love is being told "stop and I’ll kill you." It's desire.

Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace, it's ecstasy.

Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rather be woken, it's tenderness.

Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder, it's where fantasy meets reality.

Love is being there to wake your lover slowly, it's sensuousness.

Love belatedly knows why you bothered to buy a king-sized bed 10 years ago, it's practicality.

Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed, it’s closeness.

Love is walking into your home and finding personal belongings strewn on the floor, it's abandonment.

Love is seeing what your love really looks like for the first time, it's truth.

Love is knowing what time it is and not give a damn, it's joy.

Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew, it's renewal.

Love knows you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person, it’s trust.

Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent, it’s faith.

Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "Ouch".

It's a lesson in human frailty.

Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before, it's reflection.

Love is when you can’t live with them, and you can’t live without them. It’s logic.

Love is spending hours in a bookstore. .It’s passion.

Love is watching a soppy chick flick and it’s raining outside and wishing you can spend your day with a loved one, it's longing.

Love is going to bed alone every night, bored out of your wits and struggling to finish that book. It’s reality.

Love is walking into your home to find your kids toys strewn on the floor. It’s loneliness.

Love is when he comes in to kiss you in the mornings, with coffee in hand. It’s affection.

Love is when she cooks you an appallingly dreadful dinner. You say it’s the best you’ve ever had.

It’s LOVE.

Love is stories that will never be told, it's personal.

Best 5 Days

Spent the best 5 days with the kids at home. Ezane had to leave on Friday as he had soccer training this weekend and he was just dying to practice with his teamates. He loves it there. Spent the rest of my days with little Erin just chilling at home. Cooked her favourite dishes, watched Shrek and played with her the whole day. I just love taking lazy afternoon naps with her.

I can never rest when she’s not with me.

Had to send her back to mum’s today and it was heartbreaking to come back home and see her toys strewn on the floor. Sat on the couch and feeling like crap....crap...crap!!!!

Oh man I do miss those monsters. Can’t wait to see them again.

It's now 3am and I'm still wide awake and I've got an early class tomorrow. Dang it!

Things We Have Learned From Movies...

1. Large, loft-style apartments in New York City are well within the price range of most people whether they are employed or not.
2. At least one of a pair of identical twins is born evil.

3. Should you decide to defuse a bomb, don't worry which wire to cut. You will always choose the right one.

4. Most laptop computers are powerful enough to override communications system of any invading alien society.

5. It does not matter if you are heavily outnumbered in a fight involving martial arts - your enemies will wait patiently to attack you one by one by dancing around in a threatening manner until you have knocked out their predecessors.

6. When you turn out the light to go to bed, everything in your bedroom will still be clearly visible, just slightly bluish.

7. If you are blonde and pretty, it is possible to become a world expert on nuclear fission at the age of 22.

8. Honest and hard working policemen are traditionally gunned down three days before their retirement.

9. Rather than wasting bullets, megalomaniacs prefer to kill their archenemies using complicated machinery involving fuses, pulley systems, deadly gasses, lasers, and man-eating sharks, which will allow their captives at least 20 minutes to escape.

10. During all police investigations, it will be necessary to visit a strip club at least once.

11. All beds have special L-shaped cover sheets that reach up to the armpit level on a woman but only to waist level on the man lying beside her.

12. All grocery shopping bags contain at least one stick of French bread.

13. It's easy for anyone to land a plane providing there is someone in the control tower to talk you down.

14. Once applied, lipstick will never rub off even while you kiss. Even frenching!

15. You're very likely to survive any battle in any war unless you make the mistake of showing someone a picture of your sweetheart back home.

16. When they are alone, all foreign military officers prefer to speak to each other in English.

17. The Eiffel Tower can be seen from any window in Paris.

18. A man will show no pain while taking the most ferocious beating but will whine when a woman tries to clean his wounds.

19. If a large pane of glass is visible, someone will be thrown through it before long.

20. If staying in a haunted house, women should investigate any strange noises in their most revealing underwear.

21. Word processors never display a cursor on screen, but will always say: "Enter Password Now".

22. Even when driving down a perfectly straight road, it is necessary to turn the steering wheel vigorously from left to right every few moments. Tires will squeal on any surface, at any speed.

23. All bombs are fitted with electronic timing devices with large red readouts so you know exactly when they're going to go off.

24. A detective can only solve a case once he has been suspended from duty.

25. If you decide to start dancing in the street, everyone you meet will know all the steps.

26. Police departments give their officers personality tests to make sure they are deliberately assigned a partner who is their total opposite.
 
27. Fresh "oren"  is the ultimate favourite drink in a malay drama. it always comes with an umbrella!
 
28. Hotels are the favourite spot (the only spot) to have fresh orange.
 
29. Favourite holiday destination/business destination in a malay movie? London!!!!!!
 
30. An important "Datuk" is always seen walking carrying a contract. Apparently they don't sign off to anything else.
 
31.  Scenes even in the classiest dance club always have music from the 90's or tehcno!
 
32. Scenes of a dying mother :  Talks weakly and in mid sentence...., coughs... and starts talkin again! Last scene.. Coughs, chokes on her cough and finally dies. The end.

33. Playboys or a ladies man are usually named Jeff, Zack or Roy.

34. Given name for female villians : Tasha, Alisha, Natasha.

H.E.L.L.

It’s been one hell of a miserable week for me. I call it a string of pure bad luck. I had just recovered from the worst flu ever, and survived a week long viral fever that I caught from my dear son. Then I suffered an allergic reaction to the antihistamine my pharmacist prescribed me. Fucking ironic isn’t it?

My face is a red as a beetroot, my hands and legs are itching like crazy and I’ve been scratching away like a mongrel with fleas. I’m on another round of antihistamine and praying to Dear God that this crap goes away before my vacation!

Cows Say The Darnest Things....

KUALA TERENGGANU: The prime minister's wife, Datin Seri Rosmah Mansor, urged members of the Barisan Nasional Assemblymen's Wives Association to stay fit so that they could accompany their husbands to programmes that benefit the people.

An image of a fit woman

"Politics is different from other professions as politicians are constantly being evaluated by the rakyat in all aspects, including their spouses' involvement in their activities," she said during the launch of the association's annual sports meet at the state stadium here yesterday.

"We need to exercise for half an hour at least three times a week to reach the optimal health condition," she said, adding that sports can contribute to better health.

Fuh, fuh, fuh..5,6,7,8 lagi.... Fook, I think I just pulled a fat..urmmm muscle!
Well, at least he thinks I look like Cleopatra.

Rosmah, who is also the chairman of the Ministers and Deputy Ministers Wives Association (Bakti) said the programme would hopefully encourage Malaysians to keep fit in line with the "Rakyat sihat, Negara Sejahtera" (Healthy Citizens foster National Prosperity) slogan.

More than 450 participants from 14 states took part in the four-day meet, which features badminton and bowling as the main events.

Menteri Besar Datuk Seri Ahmad Said launched the event.

Yes, I wanna look this plastic forever..

Shoot, my corset just busted open.
Fuck, I shouldn't have waved that high!

It's Botox people..
I put Joan Rivers to shame didn't I?

Isn’t it ironic that this woman, whose face is Botoxed to the hilt, with her wig which makes her look twice as big, proclaims that we women should slim down and keep fit so that our spouses will be spared the embarrassment of having to pose beside a lethargic, exhausted wife at functions and social events. What is her point exactly? There she is, standing beside her hubby, putting pregnant cows to shame. How ironic can one cow be?

You exercise to keep fit, not to spare your hubby the maluness over having an obese wife whose ass is insulated by adipose tissue.

Moo?

Cows say the darnest things these days!

“Saint of Stupidity”

Dr. Rohaya Mohamed woke up one morning, fell, hit her head and had a light bulb moment!

“I know! Let’s reduce women as sex objects. I’ll start a club where wives are functioned to serve their husbands like high- class prostitutes to keep their husbands from going astray. Hell, I’ll even throw in a class or two, just for kicks!  I hereby nominate myself as the Saint..errrr….. I mean Vice President of the Obedient Wives Club!”

And yes, a Reminder : Call the press and announce it in the news!

 I nearly fell off my chair after reading what I could only describe as sickening and downright degrading and thoughtless proclamation by a so called intellect, a wife, a mother. And for her to exploit the term “high class prostitutes” (yes, you heard me right!) to describe a wife’s duty in a marriage makes the sexual liaison between husband and wife sound filthy and grotesque! Equating a wife to a high class hooker demeans the wife to being a mere sex object and sex slave!  Sex or the act itself should be a mutual consent by hubby and spouse. Reducing her to perform revolting sexual acts without her consent tantamount to RAPE! So, what fuck is this blabbering idiot trying to prove?

This jabbering buffoon doesn’t know her facts from Adam. Doesn’t have the slightest inkling as to what a marriage is really about. Calling on wives to don a whorish outfit and play call girl to pleasure their husbands ego in the bedroom and fulfill her husband’s sexual perversions is the thinking a typical chauvinist pig. This insensitive statement is clearly coming from a dejected female “intellectual” clearly speaking from her lack of indulgence as to what a marriage is based on. It is appalling to know how she knows how a high class prostitute behaves in bed. She must have caught her husband screwing a hooker’s brains out, coerced her into a threesome, and after sessions of S&M exploits later, decides that she should be a messiah for women’s rights the world over and disgrace her own kind.

Has she ever had the forethought that marriage is more than just shagging your spouse’s brains out till kingdom comes? That sex and sex alone defines a happy marriage? Marriage breaks down for a tonne of inexplicable reasons. It could be financial issues, sexual affairs, betrayal, emotional issues or lack of trust that brings about a communication breakdown, which then causes a lack of intimacy between husband and wife. It could be a husband’s dissatisfaction for having a nagging wife, or perhaps a wife who has not cooked since the 90’s.  Yes, when you’re dating, your partner is likened to a bed of roses, perfect in every way but after your wagon gets hitched to his donkey, your flaw in which he thought was such a little charmer before starts becoming more apparent and finally, discord sets in. Sex is the last factor in the equation, my dear Rohaya. No matter how “pretzel-like” a wife is in the sack, it would not stop the husband from straying if cheating is where his mind is. Men have different “mysterious” needs. Even if they have a hundred wives, they’ll still screw other women once she serpents her tongue down his joystick.  A married man can be sexually pleased with their wives but still indulge themselves in extra marital sexual affairs for the thrill, adventure and variety! Macam nak test market lah, laku lagi tak saya ni lepas dah kahwin? Mai kita try test powerrrr tengok… Some may wander off in search for companionship.


She says that husbands stray and tend to look elsewhere to satisfy their sexual need that they may be lacking at home. Although it is true in most cases, it doesn’t apply for every marriage. Has she ever considered that it may be some form of addiction? Maybe he is a sex addict? Maybe he’s as gay as the sun and no amount of pole dancing hooker wife who shoots bananas out of her VJJ can unruffle his raging sexual need for a hot rod… I mean hotdog. Many men I know who are having the shag of their lives at home still screw other women to cater their form of addiction to feed their poor self esteem and near nil self confidence. Some are just colossal fuck-ups. Some are just rapists.

Men are natural fornicators. They want “variety” in whomever/whatever they shove their dicks into. Let’s say a wife plays the part of a high class hooker, yet quipped with the same bag of tricks in the sack and eventually bores the husband to tears. The husband strays and screws another woman for “variety” and she does the same dog trick, he looks for another, and so forth. It is still a form of cheating no matter how much crap they tell their wives or their bros. They hate it when sex gets too routine but doesn’t have the balls to tell their wives. Period.

It is downright criminal for her to initiate such callous jabber  to sway us into believing that a married woman has absolutely no right in defending her honor, but to exclusively honor the rights of her husband’s, however colossal an ass he may be. Wives now don’t have the luxury of staying home, with her legs spread open, fingering herself while waiting for her husband to bring home the ham! A marriage is now about honesty, faith in each other and shared responsibilities. Yes, cosmic earth -shattering sex would be a huge bonus but that isn’t what a real marriage is based on.

A man will stray if the wife is incompetent in bed, but a REAL man will hand her a “Sex For Dummies”  guidebook and walk her through it together. Thus serving a husband like a high class prostitute, as espoused (no pun intended) by the OWC would not guarantee a man from looking elsewhere to fulfill his sexual perversions. Whoever with enough horse sense will realize that “high- class” shagging isn’t always a solution in attaining matrimonial bliss. What if a husband is with a diminishing libido, performs like a jackass in bed and the wife goes astray? Start an Obedient Husbands Club?

Do you think they have a manual on “How To Become An Idiot for Dummies? I should get her a copy. Perhaps a “How To Shut a Callous Blabbering Idiot” guidebook?

 I am tempted to sock her lights out.

 Well, at least we now know what “Saint of Stupid” moonlights as soon as she’s done for the day at the office.

Some pictures of my recent trip to Langkawi Island with the girls.....

The view from our chalet

The girls at Babylon, the beach pub!

Dinner at the assam pedas place..yummy

group photo before chatting the night away at Babylon

And another

Chillin' at the beach cafe

Taken in front of our chalet

Lunch at some laksa shack by the beach

Breakfast at the Breakfast Bar

Out buying trinkets for the fam

At The Loaf, Tun Dr. M's Bakery

Nasi lemak breakfast

langkawi airport, heading back home

our flight home

shopping on the 2nd day, Kuah Town

Wish I had me one of these,,

Langkawi..., Here We Come!!!!!!!!!

Packing for a much need vaca with the girls tomorrow. A trip to Langkawi...

Aahhhh...langkawi....., duty free Langkawi!!!!

Tickets......checked!

Sleeveless tees...checked!

Beach shorts.....checked!

Beach hat.......checked!

Camera.....checked!

Need i say more???

Malibest Resort where we will be staying.
It's plonked right there on Cenang Beach.
Paradise!!!!!

Shopping list....checked *wink*

My sister is bringing at least 6 types of sun block lotion, toiletries and stuff. I'm only required to bring my toothbrush and deodorant!

The kids want chocolates. Erin wants anything thats "pink". Mom wants me to replace some plates that the kids broke. All six dinner plates to be exact. My husband just wants me to be careful and to come back in one piece! I will be careful until I'm being told otherwise...heheheee. I don't think I'll be doing any water sports, simply because I got so nauseated the last time I was riding the wave on a jet ski. Hmmm..maybe I'll just laze by the beach, put on a hat, smear loads on sun block lotion, and watch the ocean pummeling its waves to shore.

I'm pretty sure we're gonna have a blast. We always do. One will have no choice but to laugh in hysterics with Imah's cluelessness.

She often contradicts herself with her smart "comebacks" (on whatever topic the girls are discussing on!) later to realize that she's on a whole different frequency alltogether. You'd have the girls talking about croissants and she'll be on multi purpose wipes!

Idah is more of the ''Oh- Good- God,- I- can't- believe- she- just- said- that kinda sister!

Fiza is the food critic. Order something sublimely scrumptious from the restaurant and she'll  be ranting about how she does it 100 times better.

Aida is the warden of the group. She'll insist that everyone gets up for breakfast at 5.45am (usually we'll end up waiting by the entrance of the coffee house because the workers are still "punching" in for work! She's also our strict "no bull" tour guide. She once left Fiza & me on our own during a shopping excursion in Bangkok because she was pressed for time, and just because Fiza had to go for a pee break! And that was our very first trip there.

Me? I just go with the flow I guess.

I am looking forward to having breakfast at the famous Breakfast Bar, having my laksa & cendol by the ariport runaway, dinner at some " asam pedas place", comes highly recommended it seems, and just chatting (or gossiping!) the night away with the girls at Babylon after dinner, on the beach over drinks.

Plane leaves tomorrow at 7.30am and Brian is sending us to the airport. The girls are already buzzing with excitement over Facebook as I write this. A lot of "Yaays"....."yahooooos", and discussing over what time we should be at the airport. They're even asking me on what kinda outfit they're supposed to wear. I think it's cute, don't you think?

Well, I'm gonna start day dreamin' now.....going................

.........going..........

gone.

The Dreaded Job Hunt

I've been busy job hunting these last couple of days.

Despite of it all, I will actually miss being the lady of leisure. I've been out from the employment loop for almost 2 years, trying to run a household and putting my life back on track. Well, I guess that all good things must come to an end I suppose. It isn't easy when your spouse is away half the time and that everything will have to be done on your own, but I have gotten used to it. But I will miss my daily dose of watching Nigella and Jamie on telly! Sigh!

It'll be awkward but what's a girl to do in times like this?

Hopefully a job will come by real soon..

I'll need a prayer....lots of it! *wink*

Funny Quotes on Marriage

Funny quotes I found on the net.....:)

1. Marriage is an adventure, like going to war.
2. Marriage is a wonderful invention: then again, so is a bicycle repair kit
3. My wife suggested a book for me to read to enhance our relationship. It’s titled, “Women are from Venus. Men are Wrong.”
4. When a man steals your wife there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.
5. It’s a funny thing that when a man hasn’t anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.
6. Love is blind, marriage is the eye-opener.
7. I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.
8. A man in love is incomplete until he is married. Then he’s finished.
9. Before marriage, a man declares that he would lay down his life to serve you; after marriage, he won’t even lay down his newspaper to talk to you.
10. There’s a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It’s called marriage.
11. Your marriage is in trouble if your wife says, ‘You’re only interested in one thing,’ and you can’t remember what it is.
12. Marriage is give and take. You’d better give it to her or she’ll take it anyway
13. The husband who wants a happy marriage should learn to keep his mouth shut and his checkbook open.
14. My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.
15. We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops.
16. A man’s wife has more power over him than the state has.
17. In my house I’m the boss, my wife is just the decision maker.
18. Marriage–a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters written in prose.
19. A bachelor is a man who never makes the same mistake once.
20. My husband said he needed more space. So I locked him outside.
21. The only time a woman really succeeds in changing a man is when he’s a baby.
22. I fell in love at first sight… I should have looked twice.
23. Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.
24. The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.
25. Marriage is like a hot bath. Once you get used to it, it’s not so hot.
26. Compromise: An amiable arrangement between husband and wife whereby they agree to let her have her own way.
27. I’ve had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me and the second one didn’t.
28. Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays
29. The appropriate age for marriage is around eighteen for girls and thirty-seven for men.
30. Bachelors know more about women than married men; if they didn’t, they’d be married too.
31. I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic.
32. I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.
33. Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, and half-shut afterwards.
34. I never knew what real happiness was until I got married. And by then it was too late.
35. Marriage has no guarantees. If that’s what you’re looking for, go live with a car battery.
36. Marriage is a wonderful institution, but who wants to live in an institution?
37. After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can’t face each other, but still they stay together. 
38. I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.
39. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing: either the car is new or the wife is.
40. Marriage is the process of finding out what kind of person your spouse would have really preferred
41. The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once
42. Yawn - Nature's way of letting married men open their mouths
43. I married Miss Right. I just didn't know her first name was Always.
44. A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

     

Crestfallen

I had to send him off to the bus station tonight. Another dreaded trip on my part. I really really hate it and I hate goodbyes.

I don't handle goodbyes all that well.

 I become stoic, but I cannot help myself.

I am sad. Something that has not happened to me in a very very long time.

I am crestfallen. I know this because tears are streaming down my face as I write this.

I pray that he'll be back soon.

Anywhere but Kertih.

Anywhere but Ombak.

I hope that my trip with the girls on Friday will maybe cheer me up.

Maybe.

Arrrrrgghh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ve realized that I had been venting my innards out in my previous postings. I’ ve been scrutinizing every single detail I set my heart and my eyes upon and it can be frustrating at times, not only for myself but also my readers out there. Man... how I wish I can blame it solely on me being sooooo caffeine deprived & my lack of sleep of but it isn't the case.  I apologize. Truly.  I hope that in my heart of hearts that my days ahead will be easier to thread. There's so many things to do and so little time! Hopefully I’ll scrounge up something merrier soon….(fingers crossed!.......)*wink*

15 Anugerah Allah Pada Wanita Tidak Pada Lelaki

Renungan untuk saudara-saudaraku....


"1. Pada suatu ketika di Madinah, Rasulullah s.a.w. keluar mengiringi jenazah. Baginda dapati beberapa orang wanita dalam majlis tersebut. lalu Baginda bertanya, “Adakah kamu menyembahyangkan mayat?” Jawab mereka,”Tidak” Sabda Baginda “Seeloknya kamu sekalian tidak perlu ziarah dan tidak ada pahala bagi kamu. Tetapi tinggallah di rumah dan berkhidmatlah kepada suami nescaya pahalanya sama dengan ibadat kaum orang lelaki.

2. Wanita yang memerah susu binatang dengan ‘Bismillah’ akan didoakan oleh binatang itu dengan doa keberkatan.

3. Wanita yang menguli tepung gandum dengan ‘Bismillah’, Allah akan berkatkan rezekinya.

4. Wanita yang menyapu lantai dengan berzikir akan mendapat pahala seperti meyapu lantai di Baitullah.

5. “Wahai Fatimah, untuk setiap wanita yang mengeluarkan peluh ketika membuat roti, Allah akan membinakan 7 parit di antara dirinya dengan api neraka, jarak di antara parit itu ialah sejauh langit dan bumi.”

6. “Wahai Fatimah, bagi setiap wanita yang memintal benang, Allah akan mencatatkan untuknya perbuatan baik sebanyak utas benang yang dibuat dan memadamkan seratus perbuatan jahat.”

7. “Wahai Fatimah, untuk setiap wanita yang menganyam akan benang dibuatnya, Allah telah menentukan satu tempat khas untuknya di atas tahta di hari akhirat.”

8. “Wahai Fatimah, bagi setiap wanita yang memintal benang dan kemudian dibuat pakaian untuk anak-anaknya maka Allah akan mencatit baginya ganjaran sama seperti orang yang memberi makan kepada 1000 orang lapar dan memberi pakaian kepada 1000 orang yang tidak berpakaian.”

9. “Wahai Fatimah, bagi setiap wanita yang meminyakkan rambut anaknya, menyikatnya, mencuci pakaian mereka dan mencuci akan diri anaknya itu, Allah akan mencatatkan untuknya pekerjaan baik sebanyak helai rambut mereka dan memadamkan sebanyak itu pula pekerjaan jahat dan menjadikan dirinya kelihatan berseri di mata orang-orang yang memerhatikannya.”

10. Sabda Nabi s.a.w. : “Ya Fatimah setiap wanita meminyakkan rambut dan janggut suaminya, memotong misai dan mengerat kukunya, Allah akan memberi minum kepadanya dari sungai-sungai serta diringankan Allah baginya sakaratul maut dan akan didapatinya kuburnya menjadi sebuah taman daripada taman-taman syurga dan dicatatkan Allah baginya kelepasan dari api neraka dan selamatlah ia melintas Titian Shiratul Mustaqim.”

11. Jika suami mengajarkan atau menerangkan kepada isterinya satu masalah agama atau dunia dia akan mendapat pahala 80 tahun ibadat.

12. Wanita yang menyebabkan suaminya keluar dan berjuang ke jalan Allah dan kemudian menjaga adab rumahtangganya akan masuk syurga 500 tahun lebih awal daripada suaminya, akan menjadi ketua 70,000 malaikat dan bidadari dan wanita itu akan dimandikan di dalam syurga dan menunggu kedatangan suaminya dengan menunggang kuda yang dibuat daripada yakut.

13. Semua orang akan dipanggil untuk melihat wajah Allah di akhirat, tetapi Allah akan datang sendiri kepada wanita yang memberati auratnya iaitu memakai purdah di dunia ini dengan istiqamah. Dunia ini adalah perhiasan dan sebaik-baik perhiasan ialah wanita (isteri) yang solehah.

14. Salah satu tanda keberkatan wanita itu ialah cepat perkahwinannya, cepat pula kehamilannya dan ringan pula maharnya (mas kahwin).

15. Sebaik-baik wanita ialah wanita (isteri) yang apabila engkau memandang kepadanya ia menggembirakan kamu, jika engkau memerintahnya ia mentaati perintah tersebut dan jika engkau bermusafir dia menjaga harta engkau dan dirinya. Maksud hadis: Dunia yang paling aku sukai ialah wanita solehah."

Se7enth Heaven

Last weekend, while in a restaurant having dinner with my husband, my son and my mom, a dull looking middle aged couple walked in and sat at the table beside me. Seated across each other, they somehow looked bored stiff with each other. He was totally absorbed on his Blackberry. His tudung’ed wife in her lame attempt to make it a night for the both of them, started chatting to him but the only thing he did was nod his stupid head, he didn’t even cared to nod in her direction, all the while his icky hairy sausages BBM’ing someone else, totally oblivious to his surroundings even when his wife had asked him what he’d like to stuff his fat face in. She appears to irk him somehow based on the rankled facial gestures he made as though he had found her utterly repulsive. They were eating dinner when a group of guys came and stood outside the place. Since the fugly moron beside me knew who these people were, he hastily sprang off his seat (as if he saw the middle aged satay man outside having the blow of his life by a blonde Swedish streetwalker!) The men stood outside and had their manly “smokes” (no pun intended!) and having the laugh of their lives. After 10 minutes or so, the man walked back in to his table, and solemnly finished his meal, all these while not saying a word to his wife. He looked like a doleful glum, somehow feeling dismal upon leaving his posse and having to return to the table to his waiting wife. The wife then calmly queried her husband whom those people were. Him, feeling somewhat “harassed” by her queries, I assume, snubbed her by pursing his lips in annoyance, as if she had no business asking about his affairs with his friends. It was that longing gaze she had on her husband, clearly feeling like a fool who’s trying desperately to start a decent conversation with her “freezer” hubby that truly tugged at my heartstrings. Sheila Majid’s song “Hitam Putih Kehidupan” unconsciously echoed in my head. I could feel my was stomach churning and I felt nauseous. I felt sorry for her. She must have thought that her own husband finds her too much of a weary bore to even want to open his pie hole to chat. Man, the thought of him pursing those fugly lips of his if she ever questions his lousy act in the sack! Ewwwwww!!!!!!! I said to myself, man..she had pledged her life to an ass! For that split second, my mind wandered off with me, wondering how they’re like when they’re alone at home..

Do they talk to each other?

Does he find her a tired old bore?

Does she cry herself to sleep?

Is she in regret to have pledged her mortal life to a dead beat?

Is he kicking himself in the gonads for not marrying his soul mate?

Are they even in love with each other anymore?

After being chided by my mom for being the biggest “kepochi” alive, I ceased my quiet scrutiny of the couple and continued on with my meal, somehow feeling a rapture of a hushed resentment towards these blokes we call “men”. Why do they act the way they do? Do they seriously think they’ll remain a royal bachelor after they get hitched? Why the split personality? Do their wives bore them to death that much to have her dismissed like some bubonic plague? Do these men planned to be miserable, domineering assholes to the one they had promised to love and to cherish till death do us part? I am a cynic. Those vow on “to love for better or for worse” has made me the Doubting Thomas of this much clichéd medieval crap. I don’t believe that anyone can cherish you till death do us part, for better or for worse. People change, though not all for the better but to expect you to mould yourself into someone whom they think suits them, is purely malicious in the worse sense possible. It badgers your spirit. It maims your confidence and the worse thing is, you’re lying to the only person you should trust. Yourself. It’s heart wrenching to have the person whom you have pledged your life to shove you into a corner, as if laughing in glee seeing you wasting your life away into nothingness and forced to honor his thoughtless demands till the day you kick the bucket. Basically, you’ll be in a constant discord with yourself sooner later for giving in to these tactless fools. You become dejected and depressed. Marriage should be a union, not making your partner a hasty rival. Value yourself first above all others if your happiness is at stake. For God’s sake, stop moping and take a stand!!!!!!! Men undeniably loves being in control. It takes a bruising to his manly ego if a woman takes the rudder and tell him what to do, even if he is an empty vessel.

I feel that no one shares anything with each other anymore. I see people being too wrapped up in their own cocoon of negative self delusions and insecurities. Yes, I understand that conflicts do occur in a marriage, but it doesn’t mean that it gives anyone the God given right to take you for granted. When that happens, people go astray in hopes to be loved and cherished again. We can’t really point fingers now can we? Nobody likes the feeling of being neglected. All we ask is to be cherished, valued through our rough and ready years. You’ll be amazed at how a wounded heart can heal itself with a little touch of compassion.

It is a trend for men to label their wives as naggers, one-eyed monsters, “kepochis”, soul badgers, whatchamacallit. We become easy targets for their failures and dilemma. We get the unduly task of being blamed for a man’s frustrations, under accomplishments. We are held liable for everything horrid that happens to them. Most men will not appreciate our views even if you see them careening their high horse out of control. As a result, we are suppressed into keeping our opinions to ourselves. I simply call it “manly ego”.(and they call us girls vulnerable!)

I have personally heard a man screaming bloody murder to this poor wife when she called to just ask him where he was. What horrified the begeezus outta me was when she calmly ended the call and in tears say to me..” So I guess he’s not free to meet me today!!!” Mannnnnnnnn!!! I would have liked to grab that f*#@*&!!! gonads and hear him scream in an ear-piercing pain, pleading for mercy as I pour boiling hot lava down his f****** throat! Urggghhh.. I cannot understand and refuse to comprehend on how people can be so malevolent to one another.

I’ve once had a narcissist tacitly declared to me that a woman can never have a man as a best friend in fear of them falling in love sooner later. I beg to differ but I my very best friends now were those whom I had known throughout high school/ college/work. These are the people whom have gone to become a huge part of my better self. They make me happy. No strings attached. They have been my confidant, my “binging” buddies, 4am coffee buddies, weekend car shopping buddies, the friend you could call to talk if you have a power trip at home at night, alone and scared shitless. Some have even gone through colossal lengths to help me when I needed their help. Who made these narcissists king of the world and tell you that you can’t be the best of friends with the other sex? Not everything has to involve “physical interaction” lah. Attempt to lecture me about the heavens above and I won’t still be able to rationalize this selfish medieval theory. This preconceived notion that we, (usually the weaker sex, as you guys so thoughtfully label us) are pathetic love fools is utterly juvenile. It is solely based on their own insecurities, creating their own self doubts and I find it LAME! We know a jerk when we see one. I’m not a moron. The gender is of irrelevance to me. It is the intention that matters the most. Period.

A woman is considered disrespectful to be yelling or thrashing her husband, or even questioning his actions. They would say that he’s in an “abusive” relationship and he will end up calling Befrienders if he’s feeling suicidal or maybe TeleDera if he feels he’s being “tweaked” the wrong way.. Boo hoo hoo!! Attacking his pride renders her insolent. If it happens to women like us, it is considered alright because his word is law and she’s deemed a Super Saint for having the gumption to endure such lousy treatment from her husband. We cannot change our past. We can’t change the fact that people act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. My late father raised me so I can stand on mountains, not buried beneath it. If you are, then get your ass back up because if you really put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything. He also taught me to be more than I can possibly be. A wise man he was.

In my personal experience, not everyone will know what’s good for you. In my religion, we’ll be guaranteed a spot in the “Se7enth Heavens” for being such saints to these domineering bullies. So it is alright for us to be treated like household trash during our mortal life here on earth, only to be treated like gold when we croak. Defy this and you risk having your ass burnt to a crisp in hell.

My guess, God must be a man.

My Rants Part II

I’ve been blog hopping for quite some time and I’ve noticed a lot of rants from my fellow bloggers carp on the issue of “Soul Mates”. Interesting read and subject I may add and it’s quite appealing to read about how many of us are questioning ourselves on whether we’re ever gonna find “The One”.

Yes. Comparisons are easily done once you’ve had a taste of perfection. But when do you become aware of the fact that these beautiful souls exist? I have been asked on How can two people so opposite be meant for each other? Some may already have a label for this. Call it an odd pairing, unlikely pair,bagai langit and bumi, but I call it “A Divine Intervention”. Why do I say this you may ask?

Well, opposites not only attract, they can blend. Blending opposite traits and talents can reward a relationship with accomplishment. The psychological task is simple really. Appreciate the complementary traits of one another, because they offer you a glimpse of your own greater potentials. Through the constant reflection of your Divine Intervention, you touch a more unified intelligence--your COMPLETENESS. He completes you. Nothing “poyo’ish” about Jerry when he uttered these words to Dorothy kan? I thought he said it all so beautifully. I didn’t quite value the true meaning of these words at the time as I was a clueless 19 year old. It was only after watching re-runs of the movie years later, had I fully understood what that bugger really meant!

Soul mates have different tasks to fulfill in your life, and likewise theirs. It is not always the case that these relationships will exist on a level where 'physical' interaction is involved and this should not be confused with their initial task toward you. They’re not here to fix your troubled marriage but rather a confidante you can relate to, neither are they present to fix your dreary sex life. People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. Call them ‘your mirrored image” but he/she ought to bring out the very best in you without qualms. Period.

Many people perceive it always involves some kind of “physical contact”. Some Soul Mates are here only to serve as being a link between two other Soul Mates of theirs in the first place. This alone is a very important and significant task, as without that link the reunion of the other souls might not ever happen.

As you can see, there is no limit to what a true Soul Mate might do in order to provide their support and, on many occasions, it is not fully understood why they do so. You might question my statement and wonder why a Soul Mate will give up his or her own Soul Mate to provide a link for someone else to move on in! I mean is this not the dream we are searching for all of our lives? Well, that's beauty of Soul Mate, that is, unconditional love!

When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. As cliché as this may sound to others, He awakens the REAL YOU! Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise. Your soul mate is the one who makes life come to life. At least that’s my understanding on the subject.

Regardless of the level of your Soul Mate, it does not mean in any way or form that Soul Mates have to be involved in a physical relationship in order for them to be together. In any of those levels, it is very easy to fall into the trap of taking things for granted. This should be avoided at all costs. Both Soul Mates have to be ready to embark into their journey together, and this is very important for the relationship to succeed. Heck it, your spouse can be your ultimate soulmate if you cap the divide of not wanting to invest yourself fully in your relationship anyway!

Here are the three levels of Soul Mates I have come to realize and understand through experiences of my own:

Level One: Your mirrored image – These are a rare example. However, it is possible that they do exist in each of our lives at one point or another. We might have one or two in a lifetime if we are lucky! What makes them special?

Soul Mates of this sort come into our life in a fast, weird and unexpected way. The situations and events in our lives begin to change of their own accord, in order to accommodate the arrival and the reunion of both Souls. In such a case such as this, it is can almost be said that it is 'written in the stars!' Both Souls have to be ready for each other, as I did explain before it is not enough to sustain the relationship at its full potential, only by existing as Soul Mates. This level is the strongest and most powerful type of Soul Mates. They do have many similar interests and share an almost equal interest in their life direction. They will think alike, and in many cases will be able to continue speaking a sentence where the other one has left off. They are a mirror of each other, although they do not have to be exactly the same. However, each one compliments the other with their individual strengths and weaknesses and they will understand each other by being on same 'wavelength'.

Level Two: Your No.1 Fan, Your Supporter – Soul Mates of this sort are everywhere around you. Try to take deeper look at the people who surround you. Just look around when you are in dire need of help or guidance in a 'life or death' situation or at a time when you have a heavy burden on your shoulders. Who is around you and ready to listen to you when you really need their assistance? Think of the people who bring you comfort and peace when you need it, or who answer your call when you need some help. These types of Soul Mates do have unconditional love towards each other which can sometimes be difficult to comprehend. Is there someone in your life, of whom, you can relate to being there in that fashion?

Level Three: Your Provider – We encounter these types of Soul Mates in situations that might feel 'weird' or perhaps in some un-expected places. We like to refer to them, sometimes, as being our angels. If they occur, they usually will not stay in our lives for a great length of time. You might come across a Soul Mate of this kind when you are just chowing down your favourite curry drenched nasi kandar in a mamak joint, eating away and from nowhere someone will provide with you a small message that will open up a possible answer to those 'thoughts' you have upon a certain circumstance in your life. These Soul Mates are placed on your path 'out of the blue' and we might never see their face again! We then carry on, feeling blessed at having had them in our life at that necessary moment. Their role is to provide us with an answer or a push toward making a small decision in order to keep us moving in our lives and struggles at that time. Can you relate to such an occurrence in your life?

In the end, we all can be the 'right' Soul Mate for anyone we choose in our life, but only when we are ready to treat our partner as a human being, as a soul and to cherish every moment spent with them. Also it is crucial that we learn to let go of the fact that we do have differences between us and any 'ego' that exists in any relationship. Let’s just say you’re already married. If you start looking for perfection in your spouse, or think that everything in your relationship should immediately click, and that there won't be any problems, you are setting yourself up for a dose of heavy disillusionment. Another danger in believing in the concept of soul mates is taking your marriage relationship for granted. There can be temptation to bail out of an unhappy marriage if you think your spouse isn't your soul mate. If you think that marriage to your soul mate will mean a life free from hard times and conflict, you are not facing reality.

So, how ready are we? That's the bottom line! The search has to start from within ourselves first don’t you think?

From my account of how Soul Mates exist in our lives, we can see that they are everywhere around us and we have been blessed since the day we were born! How much real attention do we pay to the people around us? I believe that most of the time we do take these people for granted! Why? One main reason is because we become too self-centered, leading to us disregarding those people around us who provide us with help, who listen to us and generally do sympathize with us in our time of need. After all, it is not only about providing someone with sympathy, but about acknowledging people for who they really are.


I would also like to mention here that any relationship that brings the union of 'Old Souls' is above all and the best time and example of soul mates being together, the reason being, for what they will bring to each other in terms of growth, understanding and appreciation. As a result of their union their wisdom, compassion, value of each other and evolution of consciousness will flourish in a way that would be almost impossible for them to achieve if they were united with another soul that is less highly evolved than what they are themselves. In such a case the older soul will always feel a huge gap or that there is something missing in the relationship in terms of their overall understanding and awareness of each other and it is only because the souls exist on two completely different levels of consciousness.

At the end Soul Mate is about unconditional love. If you have that and you can provide that to anyone around and especially towards your partner, I believe you find your Soul Mate after all!

A great soulmate quote from Season Two of HBO's Six Feet Under, 'Back to the Garden' starring Peter Krause as Nate and Molly Parker as Rabbi Ari. Fabulous series, if you haven't seen it!

Nate: "I don't even know if she's my soulmate."
Rabbi: "Oh, I get it, she's not your soulmate, but you're going to marry her… because you have nothing better to do? Well great… that sounds… good."
Nate: "Well, I don't even know what a soulmate is, do you?"
Rabbi: "I think a soulmate is... a person who makes you be the most you, you can possibly be." [Nate looks skeptical] "Maybe your soulmate is… the person… who forces your soul to grow the most. Not all growth feels good."

Beautiful.

Football

We have enrolled our dear son in the Football Academy of Subang Jaya last weekend and he’s super, super excited. The elated expression on his face was priceless as his dad came home bearing a registration form from the football instructor who is an FAM coach himself. Being the cool cat that he is, he coolly thanked his father and walked away, only hearing him eagerly telling his cousins of the news inside the house. I think it’s adorable. He has always been into football and I know that it’ll enormously help him build his self confidence. As for his little sister, maybe I’ll enroll her for piano lessons or a swimming class.

The Usual Rants

Been a hectic week for me. With the driving lessons, my husband’s work offer, his attempts in getting a decent car for myself, things have been indeed draining for the both of us.

Apart from this, I’ve been a lot of thinking about my future. I feel like going back to work to help him out my but the pickings are slim now. I’ve applied to a couple of companies but have not received any replies yet. Even my bro in law has offered me a spot in his company, the only drawback is that it’s all the way in Banting, and I’m staying in Sg. Buloh. I’m just thinking about the logistics and it’s gonna be quite a commute for me. I don’t know. A part of me wants to go back to work, yet another part is saying stay home because I do enjoy being in the comfort of my home. I would go out to the balcony in the mornings only to see a massive jam leading to the highway where people are still half awake and forced out of their slumber to brave the morning rush to get to the office. I’m not trying to be a diva, but there must be another way to make a living, at least that’s what I think. I’ve came up with a few gainful business ideas but it’s still under wraps as I need to carefully consider the pros and cons to it. I used to be so envious of these poor tortured souls but not anymore. I do enjoy having brunch with my cousins and a working week, chatting with them and being able to spend time with my kids anytime I want to.

Whilst others are worried that I might end up being just a "datin" like house-frau, I loathe at the idea of having to spend 40 hours of my life each week, trapped in an office cubicle, doing the same damn thing every single day. I have done that for at least 14 years and it can be quite daunting and I am not looking forward to doing it again anytime soon. I wanna be able to fetch my kids from school, go shopping with them, have lunch with them and putting them to bed at night, without having to worry about getting back home on time to wake up at the crack of dawn to go back to work the next day!!!! I didn’t like the complaints I had when I was working before. Everyone had something to say, and it's devastating and maims your spirit. Anyhoo, that’s old news and I am a changed person now. I don’t let anyone bring me down anymore and I will not tolerate unwarranted criticism from anyone for that matter. For me, if you can’t say anything nice, then shut the hell up PLEASE!!!!

A Ride Closer

Narrowed down finally. Used car of course.
Insyaallah kalau ada rezeki dan jika diizinkan Tuhan.





 

Toyota Rav4

I'm deliriously happy.

Will- FULLY ME..

My other half had called to say that he's coming back to Malaysia soon. I guess it is great news since there's a lot of unfinished business to be dealt with and it would be nice to have some assistance once in a blue moon. To alleviate the stress level sometimes lah. I've been doing most things alone since he left and it's not half bad I am proud to say. Yes, there would be days when I would be running around like a headless fowl but I have gotten so used to this way of life that I have absolutely nothing to whine about...well, at least not anymore. I would love to go back to work, sometimes I day dream about going in for an important presentation and having power lunches with the bosses. I felt needed at the time and I knew I was indispensable to most of my bosses, all these gained through years of hard work and playing smart.

You see, I wasn’t born to be a brainy anything. I was sickly child who was beaten down with a catalogue of ailments which brought a ton of worry for my parents. When I was younger, I was told that I was very lucky. I possessed charm, wit, cunning and insight. These are the 4 traits all girls needed to survive in the world. This “someone” also told me to take care of my “charm” as I don’t possess any other weapons at my disposal. (only to prove this ball buster's theory wrong during my college/ working years). I didn't need my "charm" to blow people over, but I employed the other 3 traits that she thought I had failed to salvage from my mother’s womb in my haste to be born.

Yes, I realized that I didn’t quite have the brains like my other siblings. I had to work extra hard at everything. I often found myself constantly thinking, pondering, worrying about everything! Whilst my sisters often aced their exams, I was the one relentlessly pleading with my teachers (often brutally rebuffed for my efforts..! ) to give me the "C" instead of the dreaded "D" in my report card.

I fondly recall  my hostel warden cum maths teacher En. Marzuki aka Firaun. He had gotten so used to signing off my meal docket as “ Sita Setan”(complete with Satan's horn and crap!) that he had completely forgotten my full name when we met years later. We had the pleasure of meeting when I headed a presentation for the Ministry of Education and he was a participant of the brief. As it turned out, he was one of the Head Master’s from a neighbouring school. Shocked as I was, he had commended me for coming this far in my career. He had thought I would end up being a measly salesgirl or even worse, in prison because I was such a demon in school. We both laughed it off. Yes. As a teenager I was a rebellious headstrong rebel who would never cease to amaze my teachers with my willful behaviour. A wayward character who would always get into a brawl in school and was coerced into attending countless counseling sessions to deal with my rage and my rebellious ways. My parents had no idea what the hell was wrong with me. They couldn’t find what was right with me either! As counseling didn’t help, I went into several episodes of educational blunders during college but I somehow graduated with a double scroll which I haven’t a clue as to how I acquired it in the first place. Miraculous, isn’t it? Anyhoo, with that little scroll I had at my disposal, I was determined to make it big in the employment world. And I did it after years of gruesome working hours, and dealing with bosses from Lucifer’s garden of evil. I had to work extra hard at work but sadly, nobody gave it much thought to my efforts or struggles, this including my better half. I didn’t seem to care what the others thought of me as I wasn’t trying to score points with anyone but myself. I was in competition with myself. I gave myself a pat on my back for a job well done, rewarded myself whenever I aced a presentation or lauded myself after each glowing appraisal from my bosses. Painfully so, I learned to trust only me.

The thing is, these are just the things that I often muse over about during my moments of solitude. My “what if” moments.

Where would I be if I hadn’t left?

Why do we always seem to be in competition with others?

Have I put my education into good use?

Have I made my father proud?

This made me later realize that the whole being in competition business is solely built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it's total crap to pretend it's not. I often look at a day when I am supremely satisfied at the end. It's not a day when I lounge around doing nothing but rather it's when I’ve had everything to do, and I’ve done it.

I have wondered at times what I was doing out there. Over the years, I've given myself a thousand reasons to keep running, but it always comes back to where it started. It comes down to self-satisfaction and a sense of achievement. Though I feel like I've yet to achieve my utmost excellence (career wise), always in dispute with myself asking whether I have given it my all, I do know that somehow settling for a lot less is the greatest satisfaction that I have ever submitted myself to. I just cannot believe how long it took me to realize this simple theory.