Two Peas On Earth

 

yes, we have the same baju. it says: PEAS ON EARTH! =)

“MommaJett, since we’ve already got the same top, dya think I can get the same shoe & hand-bag collection as yours, too, please?”

love you, Ayesha.

always.

forever.

She’s Eating Rice Now! =)

 

Ayesha Tihani has started on solid (not really!) food.

… and she, of course, loves it! …

way to go, Michelin-girl! ;p

Nothing But A Miracle

Gettin' tired of livin', livin' for a moment
Gettin' tired of hanging on the line
I wake up every morning and I pull back the curtain
And wonder if it's gonna rain or shine

Gettin' tired of thinking, gettin' so tired of begging
Gettin' tired of forgetting that there's two of us
I'm getting so tired of loving a man that just don't give a damn

Just tell me, tell me baby why I'm holding on
When your lovin's long gone?
I got a good mind so why don't you tell me why
I can't say goodbye

Just tell me baby why I've been holding on for so long?
And nothing but a miracle is gonna bring you back
Bring you back to me now

I gotta get myself together
Gotta stop telling myself that I can do no better
Gotta go out and maybe start meeting some new people
I gotta go out and buy myself one of those little black dresses

'Cause I'm so tired of this T-shirt
I'm so tired of cryin' off all my make up
Gettin just so tired of waking up with a lonely heart
I'm getting so tired of giving a damn about an absent hearted man

Just tell me, tell me baby why I'm holding on
When your lovin's long gone?
I got a good mind so why don't you tell me why
I can't say goodbye

Just tell me baby why I've been holding on for so long?
And nothing but a miracle is gonna bring you back
Bring you back to me now

Oh, I can see it
Coming down the shadows
I can see it, it's coming through
It's coming through the windows

Oh, I can see it
I can see it coming down the ceiling
I can't escape it, can't escape it
No I can't escape it

Tell me, yeah, why I'm holding on
When your love is long gone?
I got a good mind so why don't you tell me why
I can't say goodbye

Just tell me baby why I've been holding on for so long?
And nothing but a miracle is gonna to bring it back
Bring you back to me now

Oh, nothing but a miracle is gonna bring you back to me now
Oh, nothing but a miracle, oh no, no
Oh, nothing but a miracle is gonna bring you back to me now
Oh no




the official video clip: here

Worth Sharing!

Dicatat oleh Imam Al-Ghazali

Jangan engkau kahwini wanita yang enam iaitu wanita yang Ananah, yang Mananah, dan yang Hananah, dan jangan engkau kahwini yang Hadaqah, yang Baraqah dan yang Syadaqah."



Wanita Ananah : Banyak mengeluh & mengadu dan tiap saat memperalatkan sakit atau buat-buat sakit.



Wanita Mananah : Suka membangkit-bangkit terhadap suami. Wanita ini sering menyatakan, "Aku membuat itu keranamu."



Wanita Hananah : Menyatakan kasih sayangnya kepada suaminya yang lain, yang dikahwininya sebelum ini atau kepada anaknya dari suami yang lain.



Wanita Hadaqah : Melemparkan pandangan dan matanya pada tiap sesuatu, lalu menyatakan keinginannya untuk memiliki barang itu dan memaksa suaminya untuk membelinya.



Wanita Baraqah : Ada 2 makna, pertama yang sepanjang hari mengilatkan dan menghias mukanya, kedua dia marah ketika makan dan tidak mahu makan kecuali sendirian dan diasingkan bahagiannya.



Wanita Syadaqah : Banyak cakap tidak menentu lagi bising.

Stressful Sunday

... because I had picked to watch these two movies! ...




Highly recommended!
GO.WATCH.NOW.

1670 Days To The First One

...there's anger, there's disgust, but there's a love...

The Love Of My Life – Ayesha Tihani

 

Keeping My Sanity - I

And at 826 in the freaking morning, you were busy BRIGHTENING someone else's life.

If she wasn't that important in your life, would she be the first thing you thought of when you woke up?

The moment a relationship, a romantic relationship, has more than one woman in it, you are just asking for it!

The key to disaster.

And here's "To brighten up YOUR day"!

Welcome Back, Ramadhan

The Messenger of Allah (may Allah bless him and grant him peace) addressed his companions on the last day of Sha`ban, saying, "Oh people! A great month has come over you; a blessed month; a month in which is a night better than a thousand months; month in which Allah has made it compulsory upon you to fast by day, and voluntary to pray by night. Whoever draws nearer (to Allah) by performing any of the (optional) good deeds in (this month) shall receive the same reward as performing an obligatory deed at any other time, and whoever discharges an obligatory deed in (this month) shall receive the reward of performing seventy obligations at any other time. It is the month of patience, and the reward of patience is Heaven. It is the month of charity, and a month in which a believer's sustenance is increased. Whoever gives food to a fasting person to break his fast, shall have his sins forgiven, and he will be saved from the Fire of Hell, and he shall have the same reward as the fasting person, without his reward being diminished at all." [Narrated by Ibn Khuzaymah]

Just, How?

How do men do it when they go home to their wives everyday, yet they feel justified to go for spa with other women?

How do men do it when they profess love to their wives, yet watch porn with other women?

How do men do it when they are on a holiday with their wives, yet can SMS/email other women "wish you were here. miss you"?

How do men do it when they hug and kiss their wives yet they sneak to meet and be with other women?

How do men do it when they are flying back to their wives from a long (or short) business trip, yet can tell other women "i've something to brighten up your day"?

How do men do it when they look at their wives yet all they want is other women's attention?

JUST HOW DO MEN DO THIS?

Above all, feel justified.
And above all, they feel like they have done nothing wrong.
And above all, and worst of all, can still tell their wives, "My feelings for you don't change. I still love you"

With my IQ level of 120 and two Degrees in the bag, I still canNOT possibly comprehend this.

JUST HOW THE BLOODY HELL DO MEN DO IT?

Lately, friends - & strangers alike - have written to me and share their predicament.
And for that, I can never thank you enough.

In times of hardship, the heart feels an extra TLC when a friend - & stranger, alike - opens up to you, to share with you that you are not alone.

It gives you the extra lift to face the day when you know that someone understands.
That someone can relate, and not just criticise.

Trust me, all that have been thru devastating patch will agree with me that it isn't like we don't want to move on already.
Moving on is merely an 8-letter statement.

But to some, turning that 8-letter phrase into action isn't as easy as just saying it.


"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."
~ Franklin D. Roosevelt



"When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit."
~ Unknown



"Fall seven times, stand up eight."
~ Japanese Proverb

I Don’t Wear Lipstick & Don’t Live In The Jungle Either :)

 

I’ve been watching Lipstick Jungle lately.

Didn’t think I would like that sort of gurlie TV series (I don’t even watch Desperate Housewives or Grey’s Anatomy) until I saw a few episodes on ASTRO.

I was told that LJ stopped at Season 2. Wonder why.

I love the characters and I honestly speaking, can see myself in every one of them.

The characters represent outspoken, vocal, independent, strong (yet mellow in the inside women of today) who, as much as resenting that male homo sapiens are the better more stable creatures, the women are still powerful.

Most of the times, I relate so much to Wendy -- the intense person she is yet she still needs Shane to assures her that things are going to be OK, when they aren’t.

The part that touches me so much about Wendy & Shane’s relationship is when, each time Shane says “Come here” to Wendy, she ‘melts’ and she knows there will always be someone there for her when things don’t go so dandy, no matter how independent they both are.

Does it make me lousy romantic cockamamie if I admit that every Shane calls out “come here” to Wendy, I feel like jumping into his arms, instead? :p

Sometimes, I think I’m more Victory Ford.

Individualistic and my love life is a constant wreck!

And... Nico Reily... who doesn’t want to be Nico Reily, right? But Charles, her cheating late husband. Can you imagine being married to someone so long, and for the same amount of time, he has someone else on his mind, in his heart and eventually, had a baby with? Men, I tell you… are all bastards! Pardon my French.

Oh, well…

Anywho, here’s a particular scene where I loved the script the most – when Nico just came back from having her vibrating vajayjay:

 

Wendy: Why would you do this?

Nico: Because I can’t be lying next to my husband thinking about someone else anymore. I’m trying to get back what Charles and I had when we first met. This may not be the whole answer, Wendy, but it’s a start.

Wendy: Wouldn’t it be easier to tell him the truth? Come on, honey, you and Charles have been together a long time. it’s not like you haven’t had your suspicions about him and his fawning co-eds. Maybe he’s got some sins of his own to confess. If you both come clean, you can move on.

 

Now, how many of you can REALLY move on after being betrayed?

Now I Know

Now I understand why I was never part of your world
Cos you had a secret world you so badly had to hide from me.

The Worst Is To Be EMOTIONALLY Cheated

SO want to blog but didn't have the time.

Work is just overwhelming these days (I do REAL work, not Facebooking or flirting online and claim that I'm busy OK!) - I SERIOUSLY need an assistant & most importantly, A BREAK!

I will try (trying leaves room for failure, someone told me once) and make time to write.
I need to write.

Anyways, I came across some "interesting" articles, here and here

SO much to write on this subject.

Time will come and I shall write.

In the meanwhile, share me your thoughts on the subject :)

Gotta run... I'm SO late for badminton! :)

Come & Have A Sandwich With Me =)

still scared

i thought about it before i left to check out the pinoy market, actually.
i surveyed around.
but just before i made the payment, i told myself "have a little more faith that he is actually trustworthy"

i knew i should have hired the private investigator.

but, i knew too, that God was my utmost reliable private investigator.
i prayed to Him every single day to show me if he was dishonest.
then, came 110610.

still struggling.

still writing to heal.

Original: 'till i see you again

I guess, for you to be able to write a beautiful love story, you would have to be in one.

I was reading The Choo-Choo Train (again, yes. I told you I miss The Choo-Choo Train) and came across the following entry.

I have to say that even I had to rub my chest after reading this story.
Sad, man, really.

& just FYI, the story was written when someone was suffering on the dentist's chair.

'till i see you again
They finally picked a place. It was a rather intimate venue. For a rather intimate do. They had scout for a place for almost 6 months and nothing was ever agreeable between the two, until this one. He wanted somewhere convenient for everyone. She wanted somewhere cosy for her ultimate day.

They picked the theme color together, albeit it didn’t please everyone . The decor was just like what they’d envisaged together. They didn’t need a planner, everything was done between them, themselves.

The serene entrance which leads to where they would be standing as husband and wife was blissfully lit; you just couldn’t miss the love that fills the air.

Perfect was perhaps an understatement, for the ambience.

The night was a flawless navy blue. The breeze that was blanketing the night seemed as though they too, had cooperated well. Everything, every single thing was picture perfect.

He stood there, poised. Just how everyone had expected.

But there was something about his unruffled presence that was disturbing.

He stood there longer than what was required of him.

When the signal to walk forward by the father of the bride was ignored, heads turned to look back. Over everybody’s shoulders, stood an impeccably dressed groom.

The one piece of the night that nearly completed the entire perfectness.

“she knew she was dying”, was all that he could afford to say without even moving any muscle other than his jaw.

And a letter felt out of his right palm.

I couldn’t bank on your mother’s eternal protest about us being together because I knew it deep down, that one day; you would still make me your bride.

So, I planned my dream wedding. My sumptuous dream wedding.

Our tastes differ to a certain extent --- so I’d noticed. I like everything subtle and sweet , you love it bold and leave it all up to me, so don’t say that I hadn’t given in too ok --- but having each other shows that we have the best taste of ‘em all.

I’m sure you’re wondering what’s the meaning of it all when in the end, tonight... you would be standing there, reading this.

You would never understand what it was like to drag my feet and plan my wedding which I knew I wasn’t able to attend. But I had to do it.

I am not going to say sorry for the arguments over which best friend of yours should be the best man, over which ice sculpture should be in the middle of the garden, over which band should get the honor of playing on our very special night [I seriously hope it isn’t your friend's band that is standing under the marquee tonight], over which sampin looks better on you.

I am not, because for not being there tonight, those are the closest fondest memories I get to keep.

I am not going to apologize for keeping this a secret, either.

Because it is a secret, you have treated me and us as typically as I would have expected. And for every 1425 days we spent together, I am blessed that it has been a secret. I wouldn’t have known what it was like to go as a “normal” person if it wasn’t. Believe me; I know what it is like to go as someone who was battling.

All that “special treatment” one gets when others know that one is dying just wasn’t in my to-do-before-I-die list. But being married to you, was.

Every time we tick one thing off our wedding preparation list, I felt like I was already married to you. I knew I wasn’t going to be there to see the final outcome of everything we had planned together but I had imagined the whole scenario in my head so hard that it probably worsen the tumor! But don’t worry, my doctor ensured me that the last 6 months was the calmest time of my life. I didn’t even have one attack!

I had imagined myself in the dress I picked, being under the gazebo with you holding my hands, looking into each other’s eyes, trying to keep the moment on a standstill. Everything was beautiful. Do know that that would be the last thing I had in mind tonight too.

Tell my sisters that there is no word --- goodness! I never knew constructing this sentence for them would build a big boulder in my throat! --- of gratitude would ever express my gratefulness for all their help with the wedding. You know that I would miss them the most!

So, now that everyone is there, all our closest and dearest friends and relatives, I want you to tell them that you have been fooled by your bride who couldn’t be there under unavoidable reason. I am sure they would understand my absence and would excuse me.

Everyone that is there has touched my life, our lives in one way or another. Please thank them for me for being part of tonight and make sure they too celebrate our love. My life.

I am going to miss you till hell freezes over – I hope I’m not heading there now, though – and promise me you will take care of yourself as I had, unfortunately for us I just couldn’t hang in there for another day. It would have been a lot different if I could have stayed until tomorrow but I think this is best. I’d saved you the trouble of inviting the same faces to my funeral.

And thanks for agreeing with me that a garden wedding was the most perfect “so me” do and don’t forget the fireworks! I promise to watch it from here.

‘til I see you again.

Almost immediately, the fireworks display started and he could feel her there, smiling at him, as she always does when there are fireworks.
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