Assalamualaikum dear readers...
Been very busy... crazy like hell.
Will write soon after my wedding ceremony on 29th December 2012 with photos and such.
Till then...
Love always.
AIDILFITRI 2012
Assalamualaikum.... Hi readers....
Not to late to wish all a Happy Eid Mubarak... maaf zahir dan batin.
Ramadhan came & left. My 1st Ramadhan as a wife after a while. Sad as it was not as perfect as I would want it to be but happily busy with my responsibility as wife & mother. I know my Syawal this year will be really busy... but I didn't expect it will be THIS busy.
This year is the year at my parents place. A year where everyone gathers at my mom's place. But since this year my cousin delivered a baby boy just before Syawal, so she and her family is not with us.
Oh! By the way, I've started taking Pomegranate Concentrated Juice for health. It has a lot of benefits and is supposed to also help in weight loss and "Gout". So I've got Mr Teddy to take it as well. Other benefits includes treating sinus problem and increase energy level. It taste good and can be diluted with water but I prefer to drink it straight. With a lot of makan2 session this Syawal, my digestive system really needs a bit of boost to help with the cleansing and I'm happy to report that the plumbing system works excellently daily without any serious cramping XD.
Not to late to wish all a Happy Eid Mubarak... maaf zahir dan batin.
Ramadhan came & left. My 1st Ramadhan as a wife after a while. Sad as it was not as perfect as I would want it to be but happily busy with my responsibility as wife & mother. I know my Syawal this year will be really busy... but I didn't expect it will be THIS busy.
This year is the year at my parents place. A year where everyone gathers at my mom's place. But since this year my cousin delivered a baby boy just before Syawal, so she and her family is not with us.
The usual visit to my grandparents grave in Ulu Kelang and Kelang, to my aunty's house to visit her, my cousin and her two children and a trip to Sg. Besar for dinner with my Mak Ngah & Pak Uteh's family completes the day ... or so I thought XD
This year the 1st day raya didn't stop at Sg. Besar. After dinner, my small family and me traveled another 2 and 1/2 hours to Seremban to be with my in-laws. Reached there almost midnight and most of the family members were already asleep.
2nd day of raya, my in-laws place is a mecca for visitors. Extended family members of all ages thronged in and out, the sisters and me became 'bibik' of the day. Towards the evening I became too overwhelmed with fatigue, I couldn't even stand up. Usually 2nd raya for my family will be very quiet except for the raya bowling and karaoke.
3rd raya is visiting day for my husband's family. They will go and visit those who came to the house a day earlier. It's makan2 time, but not for my mother-in-law and my son who had started Syawal fasting and me, as I had started replacing my missed Ramadhan fasting. We went back to K.L after dinner at one of the uncle's house.
K.L traffic was quiet the whole week as schools are still closed for the holidays. Most parents took leave for the whole week to celebrate. The minus point of being a local is the tendency of your leave not being approve is very high. But this year I don't mind working as I need to keep my leave for my sister's wedding and for moving house at the end of the year.
So that's my Aidilfitri for this year. I hope to be able to complete my Syawal fasting before the end of Syawal... then I would have another makan2 time!
Oh! By the way, I've started taking Pomegranate Concentrated Juice for health. It has a lot of benefits and is supposed to also help in weight loss and "Gout". So I've got Mr Teddy to take it as well. Other benefits includes treating sinus problem and increase energy level. It taste good and can be diluted with water but I prefer to drink it straight. With a lot of makan2 session this Syawal, my digestive system really needs a bit of boost to help with the cleansing and I'm happy to report that the plumbing system works excellently daily without any serious cramping XD.
Hope you enjoy reading this Raya update. Sorry if its a bit dry this year without any exciting photos... too busy entertaining... my shutterbug mode asleep.
Till next time!
I AM MARRIED!
Bismillahirrahmannirrahim....
Assalamualaikum everyone! Let me dust off the blog first... Fuhhhhhhh! He he he.
Alrighty then :)
As per the title, I AM MARRIED! Some of you will be asking... WHAT??? WHEN??? WHO??? HOW??? and How come I was not invited?
Ha ha ha... I'm a Sagittarius LOL! I do things first and think later.
Anyway, here's the story.... (anyone not interested can always change the page now!)
I was browsing the Facebook one day and saw status of someone I knew. Clearly it stated as MARRIED. Hmm.. it got me wondering, to who? My dateline was not up yet. So I started browsing the page. From comments and updates, seems that the waiting game is over and a picture confirmed the thought. It was like a slap on my face. A wake up call. What am I waiting for? Why should I be alone if others had continue on with their lives? Why was I still looking over my shoulders, waiting for the date, waiting for the text or the phone call? I had decided then that I wasn't going to say no the next time around. I've prepared myself for all the yes in the world, prepared myself to be a wife, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, prepared myself to be enveloped by the love I once knew. But all hopes were dashed upon seeing that fated photo. And the confirmation from my heart that my love has another. I was grateful to have seen it just before I said anything of my intentions to him.
Mentally prepared, yet totally alone, I set out to re-focus my life again. Then I saw a mouth-watering photo that I couldn't resist to comment on.
It was meant as a joke!!!! Little that I know that he took it seriously.
3 days later he proposed. Over Skype! Romantic? Out of this world! I almost fell off my chair when it came out from his mouth. Wished that it could be recorded. I was ecstatic about it. A proposal from someone I knew so little about.
He was from my past. We were from the same school but we never talked much to each other except for the occasional shouting from me, cheering when he plays for the school football and rugby team. But usually my cheering was in general, not directed to him except when he has the ball. I knew him as a rough rouge. Never saw him smile. Nothing was in a low note from him. Always harsh and loud. That was how I remembered him.
He is still harsh and loud. But beneath the harshness and the loudness, he is soft and fluffy (as my heart puts it) He makes me feel at ease, makes me laugh all the time. He expressed himself so willingly and communicates everything he does or plans to do. He don't make promises but he takes everything into action or at least have an achievable action plan going on for it. He is always thankful for what he has and dreams logical dreams, attainable dreams. A patient, happy-go-lucky and forgiving person.
After the proposal, there was no turning back. I had sketched a plan for us, called the relevant authorities, made appointments and surprised myself on how easy things were done. Everything was so smooth. Even calls to government departments (which usually takes a very long time to be connected) went through on the 1st or 2nd ring! One by one the cloud on the plan was stroked off, added and amended. We did it all on our own, never once we took a pause or rethink the relationship. Each time we hit a bump, I'd asked if anything changed and he would say "Hell no! Full speed ahead matey! Let's follow the flow"
So onward we followed the flow.... and the flow brought us to the completion of his marriage approval form. And the Engagement Day arrives!
16th June 2012 - the E-Day.
There was no plan for an engagement. It was supposed to be a meeting between parents to hand over the form and officially ask for my hand. However, since he is the 1st of his siblings, 1st son and 1st marriage, the mother feels the need to at least have a short engagement. Very short, 6 days.
The small party was held at my mom's home, attended by close families and honoured by my mom's favorite Nasi Ambeng! Both my aunt came and my uncle from PJ was also there (even when he had the timing all wrong)
Everything went smoothly and I'm most thankful to my mom for all her hard work and effort to make it happen in such a short time.
22nd June 2012 - the W-day
6 days later we were officially husband and wife! Simple and sweet but very happening... as I like it.
We are now a family. And he completes me.
For all the well wishes, thank you. For my wacky weirdo family, thank you very much for the support and understanding. For my new family, thank you for having me and my children. For my loving life and heart, thank you for your understanding. For my dearest Mr Teddy... thank you for your love and acceptance of who I am with no questions and no regrets. I'm learning to know you and love you each day. Forgive my shortcomings while I learn to be your other half. Thank you McDonalds and Chicken Foldover for the chance to love again. And most of all, I thank Allah s.w.t for this union and I pray it will last till Jannah.
Wassalam...
P/S: We will be moving to our new home soon, InsyaAllah. We have plans for house warming and all will be invited then. Keep you guys posted!
Assalamualaikum everyone! Let me dust off the blog first... Fuhhhhhhh! He he he.
Alrighty then :)
As per the title, I AM MARRIED! Some of you will be asking... WHAT??? WHEN??? WHO??? HOW??? and How come I was not invited?
Ha ha ha... I'm a Sagittarius LOL! I do things first and think later.
Anyway, here's the story.... (anyone not interested can always change the page now!)
I was browsing the Facebook one day and saw status of someone I knew. Clearly it stated as MARRIED. Hmm.. it got me wondering, to who? My dateline was not up yet. So I started browsing the page. From comments and updates, seems that the waiting game is over and a picture confirmed the thought. It was like a slap on my face. A wake up call. What am I waiting for? Why should I be alone if others had continue on with their lives? Why was I still looking over my shoulders, waiting for the date, waiting for the text or the phone call? I had decided then that I wasn't going to say no the next time around. I've prepared myself for all the yes in the world, prepared myself to be a wife, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, prepared myself to be enveloped by the love I once knew. But all hopes were dashed upon seeing that fated photo. And the confirmation from my heart that my love has another. I was grateful to have seen it just before I said anything of my intentions to him.
Mentally prepared, yet totally alone, I set out to re-focus my life again. Then I saw a mouth-watering photo that I couldn't resist to comment on.
It was meant as a joke!!!! Little that I know that he took it seriously.
3 days later he proposed. Over Skype! Romantic? Out of this world! I almost fell off my chair when it came out from his mouth. Wished that it could be recorded. I was ecstatic about it. A proposal from someone I knew so little about.
He was from my past. We were from the same school but we never talked much to each other except for the occasional shouting from me, cheering when he plays for the school football and rugby team. But usually my cheering was in general, not directed to him except when he has the ball. I knew him as a rough rouge. Never saw him smile. Nothing was in a low note from him. Always harsh and loud. That was how I remembered him.
He is still harsh and loud. But beneath the harshness and the loudness, he is soft and fluffy (as my heart puts it) He makes me feel at ease, makes me laugh all the time. He expressed himself so willingly and communicates everything he does or plans to do. He don't make promises but he takes everything into action or at least have an achievable action plan going on for it. He is always thankful for what he has and dreams logical dreams, attainable dreams. A patient, happy-go-lucky and forgiving person.
After the proposal, there was no turning back. I had sketched a plan for us, called the relevant authorities, made appointments and surprised myself on how easy things were done. Everything was so smooth. Even calls to government departments (which usually takes a very long time to be connected) went through on the 1st or 2nd ring! One by one the cloud on the plan was stroked off, added and amended. We did it all on our own, never once we took a pause or rethink the relationship. Each time we hit a bump, I'd asked if anything changed and he would say "Hell no! Full speed ahead matey! Let's follow the flow"So onward we followed the flow.... and the flow brought us to the completion of his marriage approval form. And the Engagement Day arrives!
16th June 2012 - the E-Day.
There was no plan for an engagement. It was supposed to be a meeting between parents to hand over the form and officially ask for my hand. However, since he is the 1st of his siblings, 1st son and 1st marriage, the mother feels the need to at least have a short engagement. Very short, 6 days.
The small party was held at my mom's home, attended by close families and honoured by my mom's favorite Nasi Ambeng! Both my aunt came and my uncle from PJ was also there (even when he had the timing all wrong)
Everything went smoothly and I'm most thankful to my mom for all her hard work and effort to make it happen in such a short time.
22nd June 2012 - the W-day
6 days later we were officially husband and wife! Simple and sweet but very happening... as I like it.
We are now a family. And he completes me.
For all the well wishes, thank you. For my wacky weirdo family, thank you very much for the support and understanding. For my new family, thank you for having me and my children. For my loving life and heart, thank you for your understanding. For my dearest Mr Teddy... thank you for your love and acceptance of who I am with no questions and no regrets. I'm learning to know you and love you each day. Forgive my shortcomings while I learn to be your other half. Thank you McDonalds and Chicken Foldover for the chance to love again. And most of all, I thank Allah s.w.t for this union and I pray it will last till Jannah.
Wassalam...
P/S: We will be moving to our new home soon, InsyaAllah. We have plans for house warming and all will be invited then. Keep you guys posted!
My knight in shining armour....
Bismillahirrahmannirrahim...
My Knight,
Although it was only 4 short days since we met in the virtual world,
you were so determined that I was the one you have been waiting for all your life.
With a single proposal over Skype, you wanted me in your life for good.
Without a second thought, I've accepted your proposal. Lillahi Taala.
How I could have accepted you so easily without any doubt in my mind, it scares me.
But I've accepted you with all your shortcomings, just as you've accepted me as who I am.
The more I learn about you each passing day, the more I wanted to be with you.
You made me feel worthy, wanted and loved.
For all that you are, is what I've been looking for.
My Imam,
The days for us to be one is getting nearer.
People around me questioned my decision.
But I place all my trust in Allah S.W.T.
For it was Him who brought me to you.
I've place my trust on you wholeheartedly, not once my past waver my decision.
For I believe, everything that has happened in my life, happened for a reason.
That happiness is finally for those who are patient.
And I have never felt as happy as I am since having you in my life.
It is not the kind of love that I've felt before.
It is a sense of completeness,
I feel like a part of my body missing when we are not together.
A clutz with 2 left hands... I'm so lost and empty without you.
You're my source of advice, my compass.
My pillar of strength whenever I'm down and sad.
My Knight,
Thank you for being you.
Thank you for accepting me and my children in your life.
Thank you for wanting to make me your friend, your soul mate, your wife.
You, my Imam, complete me.
Assalamualaikum.
My Knight,
Although it was only 4 short days since we met in the virtual world,
you were so determined that I was the one you have been waiting for all your life.
With a single proposal over Skype, you wanted me in your life for good.
Without a second thought, I've accepted your proposal. Lillahi Taala.
How I could have accepted you so easily without any doubt in my mind, it scares me.
But I've accepted you with all your shortcomings, just as you've accepted me as who I am.
The more I learn about you each passing day, the more I wanted to be with you.
You made me feel worthy, wanted and loved.
For all that you are, is what I've been looking for.
My Imam,
The days for us to be one is getting nearer.
People around me questioned my decision.
But I place all my trust in Allah S.W.T.
For it was Him who brought me to you.
I've place my trust on you wholeheartedly, not once my past waver my decision.
For I believe, everything that has happened in my life, happened for a reason.
That happiness is finally for those who are patient.
And I have never felt as happy as I am since having you in my life.
It is not the kind of love that I've felt before.
It is a sense of completeness,
I feel like a part of my body missing when we are not together.
A clutz with 2 left hands... I'm so lost and empty without you.
You're my source of advice, my compass.
My pillar of strength whenever I'm down and sad.
My Knight,
Thank you for being you.
Thank you for accepting me and my children in your life.
Thank you for wanting to make me your friend, your soul mate, your wife.
You, my Imam, complete me.
Assalamualaikum.
My own lonely heart...
Bismillahirrahmannirrahim.
Salam to all readers.
It was never what I wanted. I don't want it to happen again. After all that I have been through, I was traumatized. But it did.
Friday, 11 May 2012
Assalamualaikum my dear heart.
I have come knocking on your door today, on a blessed Friday, hoping you would give me a chance to mend your broken pieces. Letting me wipe away the tears and blood, take away the pain and suffering. I'm sorry I have neglected you for the past two years. I turned deaf ears to your screams of loneliness. I have no intention to hurt you, but only to find what is right and what is wrong.
And I've found Him, Allah al-Mighty to be the only one who can, only He who has the power, only He is the most Merciful, who would be able to ease your sorrows. Through Him, I found a better way to love. And with His love, I repaired you bit by bit.
This has led me to him, my knight in shining armor. His fierce and rough exterior opens up to a soft and loving interior. Silently, little by little, he made me realize that there is a silver lining in every cloud and there would be rainbow after each thunderstorm. He had lifted away my fears to love another person. His honesty and straightforwardness made me able to trust again.
But deep inside there is still questions.... will he be able to be my Imam? Would he be able to guide me to a life that I'm yearning to have? For me & my family? Would he be able to accept all my flaws? Would he be able to be my strength, mentally, physically and spritually? Would he love me till Jannah?
How would I know if he is for me? I'm tired of being hurt and being let down. I don't have high expectations only for him to love me because of Allah and lead me, guide me, be my friend and soulmate. The answers to this would be isthikarah. The rest is mysteries of life that has been set in stone when we were 120days old in our mothers womb.
Salam to all readers.
It was never what I wanted. I don't want it to happen again. After all that I have been through, I was traumatized. But it did.
Friday, 11 May 2012
Assalamualaikum my dear heart.
I have come knocking on your door today, on a blessed Friday, hoping you would give me a chance to mend your broken pieces. Letting me wipe away the tears and blood, take away the pain and suffering. I'm sorry I have neglected you for the past two years. I turned deaf ears to your screams of loneliness. I have no intention to hurt you, but only to find what is right and what is wrong.
And I've found Him, Allah al-Mighty to be the only one who can, only He who has the power, only He is the most Merciful, who would be able to ease your sorrows. Through Him, I found a better way to love. And with His love, I repaired you bit by bit.
This has led me to him, my knight in shining armor. His fierce and rough exterior opens up to a soft and loving interior. Silently, little by little, he made me realize that there is a silver lining in every cloud and there would be rainbow after each thunderstorm. He had lifted away my fears to love another person. His honesty and straightforwardness made me able to trust again.
But deep inside there is still questions.... will he be able to be my Imam? Would he be able to guide me to a life that I'm yearning to have? For me & my family? Would he be able to accept all my flaws? Would he be able to be my strength, mentally, physically and spritually? Would he love me till Jannah?
How would I know if he is for me? I'm tired of being hurt and being let down. I don't have high expectations only for him to love me because of Allah and lead me, guide me, be my friend and soulmate. The answers to this would be isthikarah. The rest is mysteries of life that has been set in stone when we were 120days old in our mothers womb.
I talked about this briefly with my life and my heart. My life had seen me hurt twice before and I would understand if he doesn't want me to get hurt again. But if the guy could be my Imam, could be relied on on matters of the earth and afterlife, by all means. My heart is 1000% against it. She wants me for herself, only willing to share me with my new extended family. She even considered them as her brothers and sisters already and refuse to go back to Johor for the upcoming holidays because wanted to spend time with them.
I'm in a real dilemma now. One day, both of them will have their own family. And I'll be alone. Not that I can not be on my own but in each book I read, the things I've learnt in the past about how easy it is for a wife to get blessings from Allah s.w.t, how easy is for married couples to get pahala even from the small things they do. It made me ask myself, what kind of life do I really want. Do I really wanted to be alone?
My past hasn't been rosy, I admit that. I blame it on myself, no one else. The decisions I made before was not based on my faith, but lust. I have now left it all to Allah s.w.t as He knows what he has in store for me as I strive to be a better person.
My past hasn't been rosy, I admit that. I blame it on myself, no one else. The decisions I made before was not based on my faith, but lust. I have now left it all to Allah s.w.t as He knows what he has in store for me as I strive to be a better person.
Then, my knight gave me this song.
Just listening to it made my tears fell. What have I done to deserve such a person in my life? How could he love me so willingly even when I have told him all the worst things about me? How could he love me so easily as though all this years he had been waiting for me? I suddenly felt so scared as it is too good to be true. All I wanted in a person, he has it. I'm so scared, I have goosebumps all over just thinking of it. Ya Allah, if this person is meant for me, please protect this relationship till it becomes halal and further on to Jannah. Ya Allah, if this is what you have planned for me, I'll accept wholeheartedly as I believe and I have placed all my faith on you Ar Rahman Ar Rahim.
Dearest readers...
Please pray for me... for strength, for patience and for love.
Dearest readers...
Please pray for me... for strength, for patience and for love.
ABOY IS BACK!!!
Hehehe... Hi there readers,
Most of you must be wondering... who is this ABOY. This is the story....
1989, the first time I set foot to Sekolah Tunku Ampuan Durah, Seremban was the first time I started life as "budak hostel" - dorm kid. I actually wanted to attend Sek Men Vokasional (Perdagangan) Johor Bahru, but my dad sent me here instead. Closer to your brother, he said. Mr elder brother was a student of a full board school next door, Sekolah Datuk Abdul Razak or better known as SDAR. So, I began my life being a STADian.
I came to that school with a waist long hair. Thick and shiny black. Always in pony tail. But living in a hostel, time to take care of the hair is limited. I have time only to wash my hair late night, drying it by sitting under the fan when everyone else is fast asleep. No hair dryer allowed. So the first time I get to go home for the holidays, I pleaded to my father, I told him I needed to cut my hair due to that reason.
"Okay", he said. So he took me to a hair saloon in Selayang Jaya. He told the stylist to trim my hair while he went off to do some errands. My brain whirred... "Only a trim??", I thought. I sneaked out from the saloon and went into an Indian barber shop next door. "Aya! Potong pendek! Tapak satu... cepat ya!" (Aya - a name we call the old Indian guy, father in Indian - I think) ( Tapak satu - is the thiness of blade used on the electric razor) The result was very very short hair a.k.a GI Joe style. When I came out, my father was looking for me at the saloon. He saw me outside, speechless... (or did he said something and I don't remember) Anyway, we went home, nothing could be done to undo it. (My reasoning was the hair will grow back anyway). It was almost Aidilfitri and on that Aidilfitri, my father's family came from Johor and we had a "kenduri" at home. I was wearing a "baju kurung" with spiky hair. I remembered being chided about my hair but I couldn't care less. I wore a white "selendang" over my head so as not to be too obvious.
Came the time I had to go back to school. Happy with my new hair but turning heads at the dormitory. Then the orientation week started. You know how dorm kids normally have nicknames for freshies. I was a freshie, always wearing black, whether baju kurung, t-shirts etc. They gave me the name Kelawar (Bat) because of that. We had to wear a placard with our freshie names everywhere except for school for a whole week. Someone else added the word BOY to my placard - due to my short hair and the fact that I am quite boyish myself. Orientation week over, placard kept away and the name Kelawar was forgotten. Only BOY remained and they called me ABOY ever since. Even when I had longer hair when I was in Form 5. Till today, whenever I met some of the STADians, they would still remember me as ABOY.
Now, you would be wondering why I said ABOY IS BACK!. Because ABOY is back... this time with a BANG!
During my teen years I loved the song, Nothing Compares To You by Sinead O'Connor... and I loved the song still.
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Most of you must be wondering... who is this ABOY. This is the story....
1989, the first time I set foot to Sekolah Tunku Ampuan Durah, Seremban was the first time I started life as "budak hostel" - dorm kid. I actually wanted to attend Sek Men Vokasional (Perdagangan) Johor Bahru, but my dad sent me here instead. Closer to your brother, he said. Mr elder brother was a student of a full board school next door, Sekolah Datuk Abdul Razak or better known as SDAR. So, I began my life being a STADian.
I came to that school with a waist long hair. Thick and shiny black. Always in pony tail. But living in a hostel, time to take care of the hair is limited. I have time only to wash my hair late night, drying it by sitting under the fan when everyone else is fast asleep. No hair dryer allowed. So the first time I get to go home for the holidays, I pleaded to my father, I told him I needed to cut my hair due to that reason.
"Okay", he said. So he took me to a hair saloon in Selayang Jaya. He told the stylist to trim my hair while he went off to do some errands. My brain whirred... "Only a trim??", I thought. I sneaked out from the saloon and went into an Indian barber shop next door. "Aya! Potong pendek! Tapak satu... cepat ya!" (Aya - a name we call the old Indian guy, father in Indian - I think) ( Tapak satu - is the thiness of blade used on the electric razor) The result was very very short hair a.k.a GI Joe style. When I came out, my father was looking for me at the saloon. He saw me outside, speechless... (or did he said something and I don't remember) Anyway, we went home, nothing could be done to undo it. (My reasoning was the hair will grow back anyway). It was almost Aidilfitri and on that Aidilfitri, my father's family came from Johor and we had a "kenduri" at home. I was wearing a "baju kurung" with spiky hair. I remembered being chided about my hair but I couldn't care less. I wore a white "selendang" over my head so as not to be too obvious.
Came the time I had to go back to school. Happy with my new hair but turning heads at the dormitory. Then the orientation week started. You know how dorm kids normally have nicknames for freshies. I was a freshie, always wearing black, whether baju kurung, t-shirts etc. They gave me the name Kelawar (Bat) because of that. We had to wear a placard with our freshie names everywhere except for school for a whole week. Someone else added the word BOY to my placard - due to my short hair and the fact that I am quite boyish myself. Orientation week over, placard kept away and the name Kelawar was forgotten. Only BOY remained and they called me ABOY ever since. Even when I had longer hair when I was in Form 5. Till today, whenever I met some of the STADians, they would still remember me as ABOY.
Now, you would be wondering why I said ABOY IS BACK!. Because ABOY is back... this time with a BANG!
During my teen years I loved the song, Nothing Compares To You by Sinead O'Connor... and I loved the song still.
See the hair???.... Only I'm "hairless" Hahahaha...Yup! I went crazy this time and have gone full monty with the head. Totally bald. Like my son once was.
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Same Aya shop 23 years ago - different Aya. He thought that I wanted to cut my daughter's hair, who also has short hair and he thought she was a boy. His eyes when round when I told him I wanted to cut my hair. Reluctantly but laughing, he did as told. Told him that it would make no difference as I am wearing a tudung (headcover). I knew I should have gone to a female saloon but they wouldn't have the preciseness of a barber shop. Moreover its much cheaper... only RM10 compared to a saloon which will be no less than RM35. Over and done with. No more sweeping hair off the floor on a daily basis as my hair falls a lot. No more dandruff. Gone with the itchiness :)
It felt funny but totally airy and light. Loving it. Might consider maintaining it this way from this day forward. Surely those ladies at the office surau will be in shock, but the novelty will pass. Meanwhile, I'm enjoying it. ^-^
Oh ya... I treated myself & mom to spa today. It was very last minute as they actually called to cancel my appointment in another branch for the 5th. Enjoyed the long awaited massage session... Blissful.
Back to the office tomorrow after 4 days break. Registering for a new semester this Sunday. Another exam on the 19th to prepare for. Rejuvenated and looking forward to the hustle and bustle of being busy.
Till next time dearest... Ciou!
Love...
Love...
I never want to talk about you...
I never want to think of you...
But the truth is...
I've missed you.
Love...
Whatever happened, you've been a crucial part of my life.
A part that I've always hoped to be better
But I know it can never be...
Everything happens with a reason...
Only He knows whats best.
Love...
Maybe this is the best for us...
Just so you know,
there is never one second
this heart did not wish
you are here with me.
Salam.
I never want to talk about you...
I never want to think of you...
But the truth is...
I've missed you.
Love...
Whatever happened, you've been a crucial part of my life.
A part that I've always hoped to be better
But I know it can never be...
Everything happens with a reason...
Only He knows whats best.
Love...
Maybe this is the best for us...
Just so you know,
there is never one second
this heart did not wish
you are here with me.
Salam.
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