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.
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.
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.
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?
'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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