Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Lets give back

Hi All,

Just wanted to share with my readers that our family is making special arrangements to have food supplies, clothes (preloved or new) and anything else sent to the needy in the Puchong area. The items go to single mothers, the handicapped, orphans...you name it.

If anyone is interested in donating any items, please feel free to leave a message here, pm me at my email or facebook.

Lets give back to the people who needs it most during this holy month! Trust me, you'll feel good about it!!!

Salam Ramadhan all!

Thursday, August 26, 2010


Takde berbeli baju raya pun tahun ni, sebab nak amik baju biasa 5 pasang yg dah tempah untuk kerja.

So me and Aries pakai baju merah hati yang dipakai di kenduri bonda. Airiel pun akan pakai baju melayu warna tu.

Baju lain Airiel adalah beli 2, 3 set. Tak mahu berlebih-lebih. After my berbuka buffet dgn Aries (which I will blog about later), rasa malu sesangat dgn Tuhan sebab membazir-bazir makanan. Tak selari dgn spirit Ramadhan plak rasanya. Ish, malu.

My only splurge for Raya is this:-

Love this colour!!!

I got it from Watch Me Accessorize Myself


Tuesday, August 24, 2010

When the ones you help burns you

I am the official accounts manager for my family's household.

I pay all the bills, keep track of the accounts, be it savings, current or otherwise.  I set aside monies for savings for every member of the household, set aside money for maintenance of the house and repairs among others.

I check through everyone's mail. Imagine my horror when I saw a repossession notice addressed to my older sister for a car she gave away to my father's friend who was apparently in need. The friend promised that he would pay for the monthly installments of the car. He lied. This is not the first time. This is the second time a repossession notice for that damn car has reached this house.

I was fuming. When I told my father, he got all defensive, saying that his friend was going through a hard time and was a loyal political supporter to 'x' and was fighting for a noble cause and was thus unable to hold on to a steady job as the political ventures got in the way. My father sarcastically stated that we muslims have become selfish people (which was directed at me of course) and stated that he will solve the problem for his friend (I suspect that he will fork out his own money to pay the outstanding payment as usual) and told me that I need not think about it and can carry on thinking about myself.

I told him he was not being realistic, that to fight for a cause these days, money is needed. He says faith was never about money and went all 'merajuk'.

I sighed and let the matter drop.

I realise that my father has become an enabler to his friends and I say so for the following reasons:-

  • Most if not all of his friends does not hold down a steady job and depend on their wives for money. 
  • They almost always state that they are unable to work because of the 'perjuangan';
  • Almost all (the friend above included) live beyond their means;
  • My father goes all out to help those he believes is fighting for this cause and l
  • When my father 'lends' them something, they never have the courtesy of taking care of the things borrowed. If it is money, it will never be paid back. If it is items, it will be returned (if at all) in the worse shape possible; 
  • In cases of cars, like above they borrowed the car expecting to never have to pay for it; and
  • They always come to him when they have outstanding bills and whatever else is outstanding and expect him to settle it for them.

Perhaps my father was correct in saying that his friend was going through a hard time. But if he could not afford paying for that car, the least he could do was:-

(a)   realise that he in actual fact could not afford to pay for the car and return the car to us; or

(b)   inform us that he is missing payments so that we can make arrangements to have the outstanding paid so as to avoid a repossession notice reaching our doorstep.

HE DID NOT HAVE THE COURTESY TO DO EITHER. Who do you think is selfish here? 

Lay people simply do not understand the effect of these notices on your credit reputation with the bank. Because of this notice, my sister will have difficulties getting loans, credit cards and banks will be less flexible with regards to payments. The list goes on. This is my worry. It is a big deal.

I do not understand why his friends as males, heads of their family think it is ok to bail on their responsibilities to provide for their family or nafkah to wives JUST ON THE PRETEXT OF PERJUANGAN.

I think that is not what our religion professes or teaches at all. As men, you are to supposed to juggle it all. If you want to berjuang for a cause, by all means do it, but Tuhan sudah tetapkan tanggungjawab anda sebagai lelaki, suami dan ayah untuk provide for your family. Perjuangan is no excuse to abdicate these responsibilities. 

And I see these superiority complexes among most 'pejuang-pejuang agama' these days. I keep quiet but I look away when I see their wives bekerja mcm nak gila, jual kuih untuk tampung belanja anak-anak, whilst their husbands pergi berjuang ceramah sini sana, tanpa beri nafkah kepada isteri dan anak, lepas tu claim penat and lepak di kedai mamak bersama 'pejuang-pejuang lain' and minta pula duit isteri untuk beli rokok and THEY ACTUALLY THINK THAT IS ENOUGH TO GET THEM THROUGH JUDGMENT DAY? Please.

I do respect the work he does for charity, he is reknowned for that, but I also believe that these people on the pretext of being poor and needy, have come to rely on him completely as a lifeline and at times have taken him for a ride.

I have seen a family he helped on the pretext of being needy and poor, but anaknya pula pakai handphone mahal mahal, nak pergi sekolah private, ini kes aper ni? Sungguh memalukan.

I know he is going to pay for the outstanding sums on the car himself so that his friend can be saved, but SAMPAI BILA? How can you help org sebegini if they are unwilling to help themselves?

I just wonder...

Monday, August 23, 2010

Blogshops that turn me off

I have been asked by a few blogshops to state from a customer's point of view, what sort of things would make a customer be less inclined to buy items on a particular blog.

They have asked me to make a comprehensive listing which covers layout, pics and whatever else I would like to put in.

As requested, I have not disclosed the blogshops who have asked me to do this.

I am not getting paid for this, as I do this because it is a passion of mine. But the blogshops owners, being nice have decided to give me discounts on items in their shop for this post. Thanks guys.

Disclaimer: - The views contained herein are my personal views and are not affliated with any parties (including but not limited to the blogshops who have asked me to do this post).

Turn Off No.1

I follow thousands of blogshops selling numerous items. It would be impossible for me to remember all the blogshops I have seen. To keep track of all the blogshops, I use GoogleReader which shows me when a particular blog is updated and what the goods are. So it is the first thing I look for when I come across a particular blogshop is the "Follower" column. If you don't have that column. I look at the utmost top of your page to see if there is a "Follow" tab. Alas, some blogs have neither. When this happens, I just look at the blogshop and move on. It is likely I would never come across the blogshop again. Poofff, bye-bye blogshop.

Turn Off No.2

This may come down to the individual customer, but I like a layout of a blogshop to be simple. No clutter. If a blogshop has to many things to look at (advertisements in picture form, glitter..e.t.c that goes on forever) I end up distracted and most likely, annoyed.

Turn Off No. 3

 I don't know about you but I hate it when a particular blogshops have automatic musical settings. Please do not impose your musical taste on other people ok? Because usually when I surf the net, I would already be listening to music of my own, so when a piece of music which I do not care for comes out blaring into my poor ears (on top of the music I am already hearing mind you), you cannot really blame me if I get a little grumpy.

Turn Off No. 4

Pictures of your items are the most important part of your blogshop, so please put some effort in taking them. If you sell clothes, please do not put up pics of wrinkly clothes that were not ironed. If the items you sell looks unappealing, chances are no one is going to buy them.

Turn Off No. 5

I generally do not favour shops who do not allow for reservations and openly state their blacklisted buyers. I find it rude and I would not want to buy anything from someone rude, would I? Regardless of how fussy a customer is or what a customer has done, I would have thought that the phrase 'The customer is always right" would apply. In so far as reservations are concerned, you could always put a time frame as to how long a reservation is allowed and release it to the next waiting customer if that deadline has been reached. As for openly stating blacklisted buyers, I mean why must there be a need to embarrass any of your customers? Sharing between owners is fine but telling the whole world is just mean. There are exceptions to this of course but those exceptions are very rare. (There have been cases of reknowned con-customers out there who bail - go to see horror stories on Slap Me Why Don't You)

Turn Off No. 6

I always pay promptly for my goods, so I absolutely hate it when a seller delays the delivery of my parcels. I have had situations where I wait 2 weeks for a parcel and it was only sent after I asked about the status of my parcel 2 weeks after paying. And she did not even apologise!! Jeez... If you do no act professionally in running your business, your customers are going to run away, ok? What do you expect? Jeez

And well, that's it for me.

I am generally not a fussy buyer. But there are blogshops out there which I would never buy from again. That is what I would do. I would not complain, but if your services are lacking you would lose me as a customer.

That is the bottom line.

Thank you for reading.

Friday, August 20, 2010

A teary eyed day

The maid that takes care of Airiel has gone on 1 month leave (honestly I do not know if she is ever coming back) so I am left with Airiel almost immediately after work.

This means no shower, no time to even wash my face, dealing with tantrums every 10 minutes (Airiel either mengada-ngada or someone says no to him when he wants something) until at least 11 p.m which is his normal bedtime these days. You know he doesn't throw tantrums with the maids...but Nenda says it's because I rarely see him and he wants my attention (makes sense). He does the same thing when Aries is around (worse actually).

I am tired. Nenda is a working grandma so she can't really help out. I look at him and I melt and I do not feel tired at the time but as soon as he goes to sleep which is when the adrenalin stops, I realise  that my body aches, my head is dizzy, my adhesion colic starts up and I double up in pain.

This is when I feel the non-presence of Aries the most. Sigh

I always think to myself 'does he think about coming back?', 'doesn't he feel sorry for me doing all this alone?', 'is he having fun over there while I am up to my neck here with work and Airiel?'

I admit. I am bitter. I am bitter over a lot of things. I smile. I laugh. But the bitterness stays. I always feel it.

And then I saw this status update on his FB " I wish I could be in KL and don't have to come back to JB".

My tears flowed. Sob Sob

Terima kasih suami for letting me know that you want to be here too.

One day,  I know he is going to come through that door, hug both me and Airiel and whisper in my ear "I'm home...and I'm never leaving again".

I know it.


Wednesday, August 18, 2010


This is one story I thought I would share. I do not own this story and am merely sharing it for everybody out there:-

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. 

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. 

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? 

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! 

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. 

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. 

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. 

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. 

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. 

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. 

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. 

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. 

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside 
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. 

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. 

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. 

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. 

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. 

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. 

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. 

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. 

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. 

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. 

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. 

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. 

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. 
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband.... 

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! 

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. 

If you do, you just might save a marriage. 
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. 

By Stephanie Halmilton

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Organising Gadgets

I am a klutz...

I may be an OCD when it comes to work..but my handbag is a freaking mess...

It takes me 10 minutes to find anything,, if I do find it la kan..

So I finally got me this..

Voila!!! A bag organiser !!! With its convenient pockets, I can arrange everything according to category in the bag organiser and it fits snugly into my bag.

The bag organiser can be taken out to put into my other bags as well so no issue of leaving stuff in any one bag I have.

No more painfully searching for items!! Hehe

I am so happie!!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Raya Prep for the little one

Last year.. Airiel masih di dalam perut ketika beraya..so no preparations la kan.

This year..mestilah beli sikit sebanyak.

Things I have bought for him so far:-

This is from LilMonBebe

This is from ShopDJari

Tahun ni tak dapat beraya sgt sbb I have trial right after raya.

2 actually.

Sigh... Ntah Airiel akan pakai ke tak baju ni..sbb kat Tanah Merah panas. Maybe kalau open house kat sini je kot.

Tahun lepas I did not even wear my baju raya pon kat sana. Dok rileks di rumah. Hehe

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Wary but hopeful

I have survived this journey time and time again

As I pick up the pieces...I look into those eyes and how it glistened with tears..

My hope glimmers..

I want to believe that I could heal..

I want to believe...

But my gut tells me to be wary

My brain tells me to question every word uttered, every look given, every smile, every tear shed..

My brain is being merciless... but I grow tired of the games my mind seem to create.

I am tired of doubt, pain ... I am tired of it all

I do not know how to get out of this void, this nothingness that I have fallen into..

I know not how to have faith in the one thing that I have held on to all these years...

I will try harder.

I will try, if it is the last thing I do..

Friday, August 13, 2010

Semoga semuanya OK

Ada 2 pronged news..

You guys know that I have only 1 best friend in the world.  This is her, Huda. Where my relatives were absent, she was there during my tunang, my kahwin. 

When I was going through a hard time coping with the death of a loved one in Uni. She was there. She was always there.

Kitorang ni pelik skit. Sometime we go without months speaking but she is always in my thoughts.. and when we do speak, it is as if no time has passed..you know what I mean?

Jarang jugak keluar sekarang, maklumla masing masing ada suami..susah nak keluar berdua. Tapi it has never made us grow apart..Ok je kitorang. 

A happy announcement has to be made and I have her permission already. Huda is preggers!!! Happy happy news...

This morning I got a call from her. Her brother met with an accident with an MPV. He was on a motorcycle. Do the math. Injuries were bad and he is in the ICU.

Risau....dan risau. That's me.

Will visit with hubbs tomorrow at hospital Kajang. 

Moga-moga her brother will make a fast recovery. 


Thursday, August 12, 2010

Writer's Block

Yupp...that's whats happening right now..

I do not know what to write.

Maybe what I am feeling and thinking right now?

In no particular order:-

  • Doubt;
  • Hungry (Ikan pari bakar anyone?);
  • This year's theme for my small family (Changed from Green to Pink);
  • Sadness which never seems to go away
  • The intended barbeque for friends after raya
  • grief
  • Flashbacks of moments of true happiness
  • Upin & Ipin
  • Airiel
  • Airiel
  • Airiel
  • Aries
  • Airiel
I am rambling away...

I bought some stuff...tp malas nak upload..malas...

Salam Ramadhan semua...

    Tuesday, August 10, 2010

    Death for Child Molesters/Rapists

    This is and was never a legal issue for me.

    It is a moral one.

    I do not know how people (some of them, members of my profession) can come out and try to look at this and try to compartmentalize it, to look at it from a legal point of view.

    I say, before looking at it from a legal point of view, it has to be looked at from a moral perspective.

    I watched a series of shows on Oprah dealing with the issue of pedophiles and how their acts have affected their victims. I know from a psychological perspective that the possibility of a pedophile being cured is next to zero (these people cannot be treated).

    It was said on the show 'If you can look at these crimes and not feel anything, then there is something wrong with you'. I agree.

    I do not think there was anything wrong about Karpal Singh saying what he said. It reflects the sentiment that every Malaysian should have against this despicable and heinous act that these persons have committed against our children.

    It is not a political issue. It is a moral one (I feel the need to repeat this).

    Then people say that what if it was a female rapist?

    I say, it makes no difference. A pedophile is a pedophile, male or female.

    Again, it is not a gender issue, it is a moral issue.

    Call me emotional, but I agree that death penalty should be imposed. Understand that I intentionally want to be emotional about this. I do not want to read the paper and see the news about these crimes, bat an eyelash and look away like it meant nothing.

    I would not be able to live with myself.

    I would not want our country to suffer the fate of let's say America, where light punishment is given to child molesters. Their country is overrun by these criminals who are let out by their legal system. What happens? At least 3 out every 5 children is molested. These molested children grow up having serious emotional issues and a majority is incapable of leading a normal life:-

    • at least half would not be able to hold down a steady job,;
    • almost 30% are overweight and have fear of intimacy;
    • Almost 35% become child molesters themselves.
    In sheer numbers, this crime does not only destroy a child's life, it destroys a generation. This is a fact.

    And the vicious cycle continues.

    Having a registry keeping track of them does nothing, the police force do not have the manpower to keep track and control each and everyone of them and more children end up being victims.

    I would not stand for it. I cannot in my conscience let it come to that. And trust me it will if we keep a blind eye.

    If not death, keep them out of the general population for life. Meaning a life sentence. It is not just about the victim that has already suffered, it is also about them going out and doing it to someone else. We cannot let that happen. I will not let that happen. I will not be able to sleep at night.

    If I was a judge, I would have no qualms sending a person who has raped a child to the gallows. At least, no other child would have had to suffer what the victim has with the death of the perpetrator.

    If this happened to my child (Nauzubillah), I would kill the perpetrator with my bare hands and I mean that with every fibre of my being. I would kill him with my bare hands.

    I would have to say that I look upon those who have managed to talk about it as a matter of factly with disdain.

    My 2 cents worth on the matter which I must write down as I feel very strongly about it.

    P.S - No offense to anyone and my views are not affliated to any political party or political sentiment. This is my view as a concerned Malaysian citizen and a parent myself.

    Monday, August 9, 2010

    Maid mayhem

    You know how troublesome it is to have one maid right? I mean for those out there yg ada maid la kan..

    My household has 3...3 freaking maids..

    I have a headache just thinking about it..

    3 times the madness, the times the female hormone and ego..3 times the trouble..

    With a household this size 1 maid is not enough..2 would be..but with Airiel around, we need 1 more maid to take care of Airiel.

    3 maids..aduhaii..

    1 maid demands that she has every weekend off and we actually have to send her (drive her and pick her up) to Kerinchi where she has a house with a couple of friends. Worse is that I think she has been seeing a bomoh to have some kind of spell to control her employers...aka me, atuk, nenda, akmal and bonda. Tahyul betulla maid aku yg sorang ni. She is the main caretaker of the house and cooks (explains the spells and whatnot).

    1 maid is ok but she is from Lombok..so she is very kasar. Cakap kasar, pegang barang dgn kasar, semua kasar. Verdict? Langsir rosak, kabinet tercabut, pinggan pecah.. aiyoyo....dahla tu..recently I think she got herself a boyfriend..so skrang tgh diawang-awangan la plak...gayut telepon malam malam buta....Sigh. She is Airiel's main caretaker, to only whom she behaves with love and care (thank God !!!)

    The other maid was the one that ran away and came back remember? You can read about that from this post.She was apparently from a previously rich family who got into gambling debts. So she had to come here and work. Verdict on this one? She does not how to cook, tidy or pretty much do anything. She complains about the littlest things and is very fragile. She is Akmal's main caretaker and Akmal is very attached to her.

    And can you imagine trying to get these 3 maids to get along? It's a proverbial hornet's nest, with 3 different queen hornets or something equivalent to that.

    I am so sick of it, frankly.

    It seems like they have the run of the house because bonda lives seperately in Kuala Selangor and visits sometimes aje. Me and Nenda are working and keluar pagi and balik malam. Atuk sibuk dgn kerja politik. Akmal insan istimewa so what much can she do. Airiel..well, lets not even go there.

    Sheeshhh..apa kes laaaaa

    Friday, August 6, 2010

    Ku bershopping lagik...


    I'm shoppinig online again after a long hiatus..for the most while ni was not in the mood at all.

    Fret not..I am back!!!

    I went crazy with these baju kurung from Asylla Collections and bought the same style in 3 colours:-

    Demure white/silver 

    Court appropriate black

    Sultry Red

    I am so happie!!!

    Ingat mcm nak pakai je time raya nanti mana yang teringin..tapi ada jugak baju lain yg tgh ditempah tak siap lagi...

    Drop by her website linked by me above...the collections are pretty. Updates on goodies bought for Airiel later k?


    Thursday, August 5, 2010

    Last Sunday's food

    Malas nak menaip..

    Pics talk too..no?

    Belum sempat tangkap pic of the dishes itself... me and Aries dah ngap dulu...Hehe

    Tuesday, August 3, 2010

    Beautiful Disaster

    He drowns in his dreams
    An exquisite extreme I know
    He's as damned as he seems
    But more heaven than a heart could hold
    And If I tried to save him
    My whole world would cave in
    It just isn't right
    Lord, it just isn't right

    I don't know
    I don't know what he is after
    But he is so beautiful
    He is such a beautiful disaster
    And if I could hold on through the tears and the laughter
    Would it be beautiful
    Or just a beautiful disaster

    I am longing for love in the logical
    But he's only happy hysterical
    I am searching for some kind of miracle
    Waited so long
    I have waited so long

    He's soft to the touch
    But frail at the end he breaks
    He's never enough
    And still he is more than I can take

    I don't know
    I don't know what he is after
    But he is so beautiful
    He is such a beautiful disaster
    And if I could hold on through the tears and the laughter
    Would it be beautiful
    Or just a beautiful disaster

    He's beautiful
    Lord he is so beautiful
    He is beautiful..

    Monday, August 2, 2010

    Food escapades this weekend

    I am eating too much these days...my muka tembam is a testament to that.

    Tgh cuba untuk exercise la ni...Ish..bukan ke kalau mengejar Airiel ke sana ke mari tu pon dah satu exercise yg ok?

    Anyways... escapade began on Saturday...after taking Airiel to the zoo (pics will be put up later in FB), we dropped off Airiel for some Aries and Iza time (I think this is absolutely necessary in a marriage, especially one like ours). Aries wanted to watch Salt but I was not actually in the moodlah... so we went and accompanied Aries to KLCC as he wanted to buy something.. we had lunch first though..at this Thai restaurant... forgot the name. Anyways..pics below:-

    Aries anxious for food...seriously lapar ok?

    My favourite chicken feet kerabu..yummy!!

    Scallop and asparagus with garlic and oyster sauce..

    Black bean beef

    The tomyam and its big ass prawn...

    the carnage... *evil grin*

    Ohh yeah..this is what Aries bought

    His Fred Perry shirt..at 400 bucks a pop, I thought it was a tad bit overpriced..and so I sulked because I did not buy anything..

    But wait...to make me smile..Aries got me these

    My CD compact powder and lippie!!!

    Happie!!! Updates on what I ate on Sunday later k? 

    How could I be so enthusiastic about food? Makan crazy lah me nie.. Ish