tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64348082012-01-21T19:03:40.726+08:00Personal attempt at saying things just the way I want.Ninihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11043648971740072063noreply@blogger.comBlogger401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434808.post-1176637469479220472007-04-15T19:33:00.000+08:002007-04-15T19:44:29.490+08:00

been a while since i last posted anything... well what dya know? i've been lazying around counting used baby zaim's diapers. he's grown big by the way....and handsome too.just like his dad! and dont get me started on my hubby... one handsome devil!! hehheoki... laters

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Our lil padawan came into this world on the 20th hour, 15 minutes before the clock striked 9pm. His eyes opened wide to welcome both daddy and mummy who had anxiously waited for 2 days for his arrival. Mummy had been in labour since Saturday, in the wee mornings of an otherwise pleasant stay at Lagong, at padawan's Atok's place. She had cramps the entire night, but didn't think much of it.

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It looks like its going to pour hard right now. Thunder is announcing its arrival. No droplets yet. Just drumrolls.3 weeks before we become parents, Insya Allah. 3 weeks before we get to hold our baby, who like thunder has affirmed his presence by kicking and punching in what lil space he's left with. I feel terribly heavy- its difficult to get up these days, I get very warm at night but the

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Goodness gracious.. great balls of fire? Has it been that long? Have 1 month and a bit come and gone? if I was big when I was 10 wks pregnant.. check me out now!!!Sigh. now I really can't fit in my clothes and I miss my jeans so very much. I look so very the selekeh these days, and if not for Nina's wedding, wouldn't have bothered with dressing up.And to think... Nina's nikah and reception too,

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Is it good or is it bad to have your clothes cramp in on you and decide, thats it, you are not wearing us any longer?You would have thought that after many puking sessions would allow u the liberty of wearing the most fashionable skintightfitting clothes ever... but alas..with pregnancy.. comes the bulge.Or so I found out in merely 10 weeks.Here I am then. Miss Bulge 2006.But I'm happy...of

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Dear Blog,Its been a long time since I last wrote, and I do apologise. A lot have been happening, namely the fact that :a. my sudden nausea and need to go to the loo was erased rather sadly within weeks of finding out I was indeed preggies and not loony. It was rather hard at the beginning, what with the anticipation and the hope of the normal development of a baby, shattered only by the

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its started with a mild throb.. near the pelvic area. Oh,its probably nothing.then, the toilet breaks grew more frequent, much to my hubby's annoyance. Keluar rumah, must kench, move the carpet.. oh hold up, must go to the loo. Basically, my favourite place in the entire world, for this month has been the loo.Ah but the throbbing grew more pronounced, and I was feeling a tad frightened for

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And there I was. Couching on carrot sticks and humous dip while watching a documentary on Fat Fiances of the Bahima people. Such irony.I've been struggling to lose more weight, stagnant at a lovely number, reasonably but not satisfactory when a friend smacks down a how to diet for life book to my face (so ok, not so literally lah)So I thought, what the heck. It seemed logical. The recipes were

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Raya once again! Hurraaaahh... despite leaving the glorious time of ramadhan, raya this year was joyful and extremely sweet.Simple and nice, we met with relatives and recounted the tales of bugis ancestors in Kukup, the southern most tip of Asia (Peninsula) We drove the roads, actually, my H did, miles, to lovely kampung life. My 2/3 cousin owns her homestay house on the way to Tanjung Piai. Its

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My fingers ache. SOme look more flat than the others which could have before marriage, resulted in a 20% discount on my dowry. hehe. A result of continuous carving and crafting for the last 2 weeks. A hobby turned commercial nightmare, but with returns far depassing mere monetary benefits. My happy heart sings nevertheless at seeing my own products build from scrap to works of art. Heartcrafts

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SO much for much a do about nothing. Now I have a stack of them in my inbox and I don't know where to start. Potential investors worked real fast and want more info, which is good I suppose. They would bother with something worth their while... right?I haven't finished designs for raya cards and its Puasa already. I haven't been to the printers for finalised designs.. and yes.. I am

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Time flies soo fast.A truly good friend of mine delivers a wonderful baby girl (see her at babyong.blogger.com) and I wonder what accomplishments I have for myself. The next thing u know is that, it has been one year since my marriage proposal, and 4 days to another month of fasting and feasting. Feasting on spiritual goodness this time around I hope instead of the cookies and cakes sprawled over

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Big three.No, it isnt a band of bean counters, an advertising company.Its me, moving closer to the awaited or dreaded, depending how old you are, big three. Thirty.My birthday just came and left. But it was a wonderful birthday nevertheless.Because he was unable to whisk me away to a weekend by the beach in nearby paradise, my wonderful husband surprised me with a totally romantic dinner on the

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I've been, for the past few weeks, sitting on my ass. Sticking lil trinkets and paper shapes on my handmade gifts tags. My first paying order. and customers are happy too.I've done 200 tags. Another 50 and that should be it for Merdeka day. Each one unique in its own way. with lil stickers too telling new owners of the cards maker.Alhamdulillah.For some reason though, despite other peoples

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My hubby's nenek or (paternal) grandmother passed away last Saturday Morning, 19th August 2005 at approximately 1.30am in UH, Kuala LumpurAlfatihah.

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Although rather excited of the prospect of receiving good wishes and if lucky, a couple of lil but wonderful gifts from friends and family, I am rather dreading too the coming of my birthday. Not yet there, but sure feels close to the apparently scary phase of my next decade, insyaAllah.And as it gets one year closer to the big threes, I look back and wonder. There seems like soo much to do still

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Haiyaa.. soo sleepidoodle.ALl it took was a lazy sunday of eat sleep and more sleeping and that its. The end to your daily routine. I am sleepidoodle already by 3pm. ALl I want to do is lie on my back all day and admire my mother's plaster ceiling and let it spin stories in black and white. It doesn't help that its all jerebuness and polluted out there, putting on the heat to the already hot

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It has been 21 months since. Jobless as my hubby would call it. No cubicle. No colleagues to spy on. hehe just a seat in front of my hubby with his partners dropping by very occasionally. A gypsy with nevertheless tons to do. Business as usual, only this time, I can really call it my own. Finally. It has been a roller coaster ride. Meeting people. Having my mother with me in this endeavour has

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"OIII... OIIIII!!!"Grab.. attempt slap! Confused. Fall down on all fours. Stood up with scrapped knee and big dent in ego."OIIII!! Lepaskan! Kasi balik.APa buat nih!"It all happened in a flash. Infront of my in-laws. Just a few seconds from the routine ding-dong. Like any other day, only today, a young man in grey t-shirt rushed to open my car door so he could take my precious, precious bag away

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Goodness! I've fallen prey to the wondrous wonders of cooking and find utter excitement in browsing for recipes so I can make my husband happy.. or issit me?Muahahahaha. I have never thot myself as one who'd take minutes away from work to rest among the delights of food and ingredients. I find an inclination now to bookmark any form of recipe rich websites, beckoning my chef skills to merge at

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Another frantic weekend.Started friday night. Preparation for My D's cousin wedding reception the following night was a happy affair. Blowing of balloons and makeshift background. Kak I did a fine job wat with the help of some of the finest surgeons in Malaysia. My D and I helped with the balloons.. placing them on the edge of the stage to cover the art leftovers of past events. We stayed till

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Taking a breather from a proposal I am suppose to complete before Monday.And in Malay at that! Must remember to oil rusty mother-tongue no more? Thank goodness perhaps for weekends. Ah, but with the bertandang -tendangs (visits to homes of relatives (obligatory) and friends (optional) for purposes of "getting to know the newly wed other halfs) and the weddings and the many other million things

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April came and went. Like a breeze on a midsummers night. Pleasant journey it was. With white horses pulling the reins of a memory filled carriage. Another phase in life begins.Nikah and countless wedding receptions and a long holiday. Has it been a month since? Amazing. A month has gone since i was last single, and so to speak free? But, strange.. it hasn't changed. Maybe, Only better. Infact,

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La France me fais rever. Je m'y pense peintre et artiste.Ecrivain et savant. Elle me fais faire des choses que je nepourrai pas faire ailleurs. Je m'habilles meme chic et "frenchy. Un air libre et adventureuse.Je me sente bon dans ma peau, Malaysienne en France, disguisement touriste. Je descends de l’escalier d’un petit hotel ou je suis apres mes adventures a peids. Je prends mon petit dejeuner

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A poem i wrote when I was 11 or so.. to my mother who then was back at home, while I missed her deeply in Paris...Le temps qui passent Jamais s’effacentLes souvenirs des beaux jours passesPour les jeunessesToi qui me laisse Tant de tendresseEt moi, mes regretsOu est passe ma bohèmeOu sont passe les beaux joursLes anniversaires, les fetes rejouissantEt les poemes d’amoursC’etait le temp de

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This MarriageMay these vows and this marriage be blessed. May it be sweet milk, this marriage, like wine and halvah. May this marriage offer fruit and shade like the date palm. May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day a day in paradise. May this marriage be a sign of compassion, a seal of happiness here and hereafter. May this marriage have a fair face and a good name, an omen as

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'Kindness is not to be found in anything but that it adds to its beauty and it is not withdrawn from anything but it makes it defective.' - Prophet Muhammad s.a.w

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Happy and solemn new year. So much has happened since i wrote anything. So many things happening now, each second plays new songs, each minute gloom befalls. Gloom and hope. Always a balance to Gods ways, like the moon and the sun, like night and day. Tsunami of 26/12. Hope and compassion in the years to come. How ppl react to tragedies. How we are reminded that all things are temporary, safe

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What can I make of my life? Nothing I can think of grapples me to the shins, or make me smile, just thinking about far away memories. Ok, maybe some moments. Photographs playing in my head. Moments that made my heart go a flutter. Or sink down the depths of the Titanic. But as I see it, I think I've done a good job of living in the moment. At least now, after 28 odd years, I see myself in an

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It just came across to me that my blog evolved around a single person! It has become a shrine of sorts dedicated to the inhibitions or lack of it apparently, of my feelings towards a single man! perhaps I should rename the site to the thoughts of a Hamster possessed being?

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I sat down, talking to u I told u stories. What I did today, what I should have instead I went mad, a little insane twitching my eyes, grinning away I knew you could hear me. In my car I sat. I knew you would listen. From 100 miles away.

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back and forth you take me confusion over how the truth seemed like a lie or that perhaps I had refused to see what truly was, the shape of things, shadows playing tricks on me My heart never did however shed a tear. It built strength in the darkness that bellowed It flickered lights and songs of blue yonder of thoughts of you Forth now u take me Looking back only to remind us of what was meant

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The outward form of things passes away, but the essence remains for ever. How long will you be besotted with the shape of the jug? Cast aside the jug, and seek the water. If you look too closely at the form, you miss the essence. If you are wise, you will always pick out the pearl from the shell. -Rumi, "Masnavi" Its funny. Todays horoscopes.. apparently.. That which was lost can be regained.

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Had lunch today with a dear friend who u know so well, mr postman. It was a good lunch. The laksa shack at One Utama. Full as usual. Had laksa johor and a lil angst. I was drowning myself with thoughts of you again, much to my heart's pumping sadness. It hurts still a little. Just enough to send me to a disarray. I remember Laman? Do you remember that day, where we walked the gardens of the

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Words get stuck in my head these few days. After a year long of constant jabbering to a loyal, dedicated and loving channel, the TV's gotta switch off. I'm going through withdrawal syndromes. Hand shaking, feet cramming. And still no one with to start jamming. how corny corn. Ni feels a bit lost. Not bit , bit, just big bit. Not just anyone, but that one. Gibberish blah blahs. Today was a

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Its amazing how I can perceive things as if they were darkness in Mordor when they really are Rivendalls sunsets. How can one, so seemingly normal, fall into this trap of despair? Loneliness catching up on me? or is it the curse of the human body? of the female kind?

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This ones for the sibuks persons, who I adore! hahaha. U ASS

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"And a man said, Speak to us of Self-Knowledge. And he [Almustafa] answered, saying: Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge. You would know in words that which you have always known in thought. You would touch your fingers the naked body of your dreams. And it is well you should. The hidden well-spring of your

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Lost in clouds of grey With sunshine tearing through its tiers I don't understand how One could feel as much as all I'm on a rollercoaster ride you see Taking me through great heights Plunging me into depths of glee Emotions I don't know if to fight I have fallen inlove, what a drat to a man I don't know how to hate When all he can give me is this and that When its everything I need, I must be

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I have a wish list. One being that I want to stand in public, preferably among friends and possibly strangers only my mother recognises and recite quite simply, a poem of my own. I have always had the urge, but never the nerve. So last 10th January 2004, with friends I love and a couple of strangers only my mother knew, I gathered enough courage to do just that. The audience was extremely

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