It's a 1-way street

Its the last night at hud's place. Going back home tomorrow. Alone. Somehow it feels weird flying solo after the wonderful 18 days together :p Especially now that we're gonna live apart for at least until after raya, or at most until after new year next year, makes me ask myself a million dollar question: can I ever make it? Logically speaking, why is it not possible pulak when I've spent almost 26 years not living with him and suddenly after only 18 days living terus tak boleh apart? Emotionally speaking, well, I could be running out of words so I'm just gonna pray really really really hard that logics work this time. That everything is gonna be ok. Insyallah. If there's one thing I learned about marriage after these 18 days, it's how to work out the differences. Me and my husband, we're like the opposite ends of the rainbow, totally different but without both ends, the rainbow would look like colorful straws, beautiful maybe, but somehow incomplete. Cey. T...

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ok this feeling is odd. browsed the net and learned that some people have successfully completed the transition phase of their lives and now moving on happily to another phase, anticipating everything that may come. i'm so happy for them. but there's this little odd feelings of.. ok i don't know what it's called but it's just odd. no, not the bad odd. just, plain odd. the good, plain odd. ngeh. (or maybe the oddest one is me, why would i feel odd kan in the first place. haha)

Kenape kalau org stress akan lapar eh. Tapi saya amat berterima kasih kepade bandaraya kuala lumpur yang terdapat pelbagai makanan sedap yang within reach saja. Agaknya orang2 di kl ni banyak sangat yang stress jadi peniaga2 makanan mempunyai pelbagai idea utk melegakan tekanan penduduk kl. Contohnya seperti bread butter pudding di desserts bar, simple tapi vanilla saucenya itu yang mahal. Atau jumbo puff di sun moulin. Atau sho cream di beard papa. Atau crepe cake nangis di the foundry. Atau red velvet yg berdosa di calfornia pizza kitchen. Atau juga choc lava cake di vivo atau rumah kak sarah. Ah.. Boleh menangis keriangan memikirkan halnya. Terlalu riang sampai hilang stress. Ya, mungkin itulah sebabnya makanan sedap mampu mengubati tekanan. (padahal bila sugar level dah naik ok lagi akan stress kot) That's the jumbo puff. It has the size of my face. That's the bread pudding. Whole meal one. Healthy gak kot. P.s. Selamat pengantin baru Aimi dan pasangan. Semoga diberk...

Err no it is not (yet) One year ago today I didn't expect myself to be busy handling wedding prep stress a year later. The wedding prep, not so much, the stress, yes, tell me about it. (Lol I didn't even see marriage coming masa tu. Let alone seeing myself in a wedding dress) One year ago today I just came back from Montreal where I spent a jolly good month by myself, kinda a gateway for me lah kononnye. Padahal kene kerja je (of course bukan holiday). But it was really good. I'm still amazed at how worry free I was by then. One year ago today... ok let's not talk about 365 days ago. Let's talk about something present. But alhamdulillah nevertheless. Allah has perfect plans for me :) I still vividly remember my mom's expression when my fiancé and his family drove off after our first family meeting at our house, her face was screaming in relief, "fuh alhamdulillah ade jugak org nak anak aku!" No I'm not kidding. And seeing my mom and dad happy, I wa...

I got this gem from our recent halaqa. It's nothing new, something we hear almost everyday. It's about how we learn the most through adversity rather than prosperity. You know that. I know that. Everybody knows that. (if that's the case then what else is there to share?) Nothing else. But. I really like this analogy, it describes the situation better. Bas lompat vs. Bas express. I never rode a bas lompat btw. But I can imagine myself dragging a roller luggage from a hostel to get home. With tudung yang dah mcm karipap, sun is scorching, muka berminyak, I would hop on and off buses and LRTs together with another hundreds of KLites who may or may not forget to spray their deodorants on. Ok you don't wanna imagine that. But along the journey I might meet a very nice blind aunt who sells kerepek kacang dal on the street, 1 packet for rm2 but 3 for rm5. An old wheelbounded uncle who strolls himself on and off LRTs just to sell tissue packets. An unbelievably soft-spoken brot...

Happy mothers' day, mama. I'm sorry ma it was me who always hid your glasses in our ampang jaya house (some 16 years ago) (Yela sebab mama taknak pujuk). But thank god bangah had bionic eyes he always found them back for you. I wish I could be as tough yet gentle and wangi (and many other good attributes but lets keep it short for now) as you when I become a mother one day, Amin.