tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87913415364865936032012-01-29T12:31:09.849+08:00Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.comBlogger9821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-63717624822598217472012-01-27T22:59:00.001+08:002012-01-27T23:10:26.232+08:00

Tonight is the battle of 3 reading materials; Interlock, A Doctor in the House or N S Bindra's Interpretation of Statutes. It's a no-brainer why Bindra lost. But it's also amazing why none of the other 2 options got chosen. I ended up reading AMICA. Yes, this. As you might already know, I'm not really into fashion. Well, even if I am, it's hard to say whether I qualify to declare as such. Why?

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It’s not hard to see why Mama’s so hooked on Groupon, seeing that it makes shopping so easy (and cheap)! After I joined Groupon, I have purchased several deals (mostly food) and I’m currently waiting for my Weedo voucher so that I can have my Honeymoon pictures printed properly. So, yes, so much for being on Groupon, I haven’t purchased that many things yet. I sometimes wish I could stop

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I was on the phone with my brother just a few days back talking about so many things when Adik interrupted us and wanted to tell me something. Oh, yes, my brother’s back for good, by the way. Adik: Akak, I just got myself my Roger! Me: Oh, yes, so I heard. Happy? Adik: Of course! Me: Dreams finally came true huh? Adik: Yup, yup! I have a new boyfriend now. Me: So, when you say that you’

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Oftentimes, during moments of complete freedom, I stare at the computer and the computer stares back at me. The cursor blinks and I type in a word, just to tempt ideas to flow from my head and out onto the New Document staring at me. That’s how it normally works, when I go through some sort of a “writer’s block”. I type in whatever nonsense I can think of, delete that nonsense, and finally come

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Of all the things to get for my son, the one that I’ve (ironically) been most confused about is clothes. Yes, clothes. I love baby clothes. They are cute. They are adorable. And comes in the loveliest colours. Whether you’re having a boy or a girl. Oh, and wait, they are a great boost to the parents’ ego too, aren’t they? i.e. MY DADDY IS MY HERO, MY MOMMY IS THE PRETTIEST. Bila lagi nak buli

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Payday is the single most joyous day in our lives and yet, ironically, it is also the one that makes us saddest. Joy because of the amount shown on our Happy Green Slip; sad because of the depleting amount of money in our bank account, which happens at exactly the same instance when money from the Happy Green Slip is credited into it. But look at what greeted me at my (car) door yesterday!

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On a lovely Sunday afternoon, he inquired, out of utter worry perhaps, as I am very seldom quiet, “Love?” “Yes?” I said. “What you thinking of?” he probed further. “Nothing much, really. Just how sleepy I am”, was all I replied. And I let our conversation fall at that, while my eyes squinted against the hot scorching Sunday sun. I have always been afraid of silence. Especially ones which

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I found this in my drafts section from September last year. Just thought of sharing it because I find it super amusing. I had a good laugh re reading this. Oh, and I was 11 weeks pregnant then. Time sure does fly by ;) **** Sometime last week, I got a call from Mama. She was going on and on about joining a make-over class. “You only have to pay RM68 instead of RM300+” “And you can book classes

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We're back in TTDI this weekend. Adik: So, Akak, how have you been? Me: Bulat. Adik: Yeah, I know (while rubbing my head with sympathy). Me: Damn, you didn't have to be so honest. You could have at least lied to me and told me I ain't bulat. Adik: Never mind. You're a pretty circle.  Husband: No, bulat is not circle. She's been pretty round. Adik and I: =________________________="

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These days, I find that it’s easy to turn my “tap” on, causing me to be flooded in my own waterworks. I find that my staring into wide places and blank spaces can initiate thoughts in my head, which in turn would make me want to cry (or worst, actually cry) and it’s tough to turn that “tap” off, no matter how much or which way I turn it. I’ve tons of posts sitting idly in my drafts section, but

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Like how I woke up one morning, suddenly having my socks on, when I know for sure that I didn't have enough energy to remember, let alone the strength to put it on myself the night before. This time, you've really made me warm with love, quite literally. ;) Shy to comment? Well, never mind! Your reactions mean the world to me! Make me smile today :)

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Every New Year is a cause to celebrate. Whether it is to close a wonderful year or to usher in a new one, everyone finds a reason to just let their hair down and enjoy the moment. In my case, every New Year marks another year in our marriage. And though I can’t believe it myself, it has been a year since we got married. And I’ve got to say that it has been extremely eventful. And I am glad. I

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Source In between my in-between times, I Google for interior designs and home decoration ideas. And I don’t know whether it’s the IKEA influence or I’m just naturally big on white, but do I have a major love for Swedish designs. Not so much the house designs, but more on the interior; what with the whitewashed walls, the white furniture and the laminate flooring. Everything just looks

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“Cakap itu doa. Jadi cakap yang baik-baik saja.” I don’t know why I am writing this or why this issue is bothering me to begin with. To be honest, I am very seldom bothered or perturbed by people’s comments. People can comment ‘til the cows come home and I still won’t pay heed if I think I don’t have to. But for some reason, I am... affected. Let’s see. Apart from the very bad first 4

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So, we both took leave last Friday just for fun and we were in Kelana Jaya. A: Oh, wow, nice chin. Ikut Mummy ke Daddy? *and we both instantaneously touched our chins and tried to look at our chins though we very well knew it was impossible without a mirror* While Daddy was trying to look at his chin, A: AHAHAHAHAH. Daddy punya chin dah takda. Tak boleh nampak. Daddy: =____________________="

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People like to ask me if I've had any weird cravings throughout my pregnancy. So far, I have had none (thank God!). But weird can mean many, many things. And I think wanting things we don't normally want, counts. And in my case, it's the curious case of "I LOVE FRUITS". Adik can attest to this. She gawks every time I consume fruits these days. Because when I was not pregnant, I never ate

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I tend to lose inspiration pretty quickly. Mostly, it’s because I get inferiority complex each time I see a marvelous piece of work, even from amateur photographers. In the photography world, it’s easy to feel small even though you aren’t broadcasting your work to the public at large. And especially so when you have zilch knowledge about editing. Once, I blogged about selling Theodore off. That

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April 2011. Perth Honeymoon. One can never have too many. Or enough. Ever. Like seriously. Seriously. Shy to comment? Well, never mind! Your reactions mean the world to me! Make me smile today :)

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at 24 weeks Get set. GO! Where to? Nowhere really. I was just intrigued by my colleague’s question, “Did you plan your pregnancy?” Because no one has asked me that directly before. My answer? Simple. “Jaga, bukan plan.” Not a no, not a yes. Because truth is, we did really jaga. How? I don’t think my husband would appreciate me divulging our married life details on the world wide web.

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I was in the cafe getting my most favourite drink in the world (for this week) when the boy behind the counter excitedly said, "Kak, ada orang kimsalam..." But I noticed that his enthusiasm faltered when his gaze slowly fell to my belly. "WOI DAH KAWEN LAH!", he yelled to his friends at the back. "W'salam", I replied with a smile. After all, jawab salam wajib kan? Mak Buyung 6 bulan

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So, yes. We decided that for now, it’d be best for us to stay put at where we are currently staying. I know, I know, I said we were looking for property, right? But putting money in such a huge investment isn’t that easy. It’s a HUGE commitment, making us become unreasonably fussy about so many things, not that it can be helped. It’s not as easy as buying a dress from a shop or making a split

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Redha dan pasrah are two very seemingly similar, yet very different things in reality. And this is one of the few things I learnt from watching Ombak Rindu last weekend with the entire family (minus Abang). I have gone through this life thinking of what I really want to do and what I plan to achieve out of it. But I have to admit that to a certain extent, I am not a dreamer. Not in the sense

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There are times when I feel like telling people they need to lay off explaining things. Because really, some things are self-explanatory. You just have to do what you have to do and live and let live. No explanation needed. Because sometimes, which is becoming most times, explaining just becomes too much to bear. And it’s becoming more and more annoying. Not so much the explanation. Just you.

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At least once a month, we’ll go on a double date (plus one). And each time we come back from our dates, we feel so much better. Because who would have thought that living in Putrajaya would be okay after all, as long as we have close friends around. Yesterday, we were due for another double date (plus one). But this time it was different because we were hosting, instead of choosing a place to

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Theme was Carnival Extravaganza! I rummaged my mom's closet and storeroom and found my old skirt. Tried it on with fingers crossed. Sumbat-sumbat my you-know-wheres into the skirt. And tada~! We have a skirt that fits! Googled some ideas on how to look more gypsy-like and found this - And this - And I thought to myself, "Wahai Mak Buyung, macam mana nak pakai prim top and bare belly and

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As suggested by my dear friend Ieja (who was also one of the first few to guess that I was pregnant), I went to the Maternity and Children Expo at Midvalley on 19th November 2011. This wasn’t my first, but it was my first HUGE one. The one I previously went to was the Mom’s Care Expo at Ikano and I only went on the last day, so there weren’t really that many people. At the first Expo, I bought

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Guess where I am at? Back in Putrajaya of course! Chomping on my roti kaya, my current obsession (we’ll talk about that in a separate post) while sipping on my drink, while looking at my blank New Document. And wondering whether or not I should write about my experience staying in Pulai Springs. I think I should. For the benefit of all. My stay began with me waiting for my room keys. I was

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I had an aim to achieve something before the year ends. And that was to get everything on my table at work done and filed. Yes, EVERYTHING. No matter how silly and unreasonable that seemed. And though that aim came with 3 very stressful weeks, which caused the tanduk setan in me to come out of places I never knew I had them, I am free of my pending work! Free as a bird! Shhhh. It’s sort of like

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Year End. It’s one of the most celebrated time of year (what with the festivities and sales and whatnot) and also ironically, one of the most dreaded. For me at least. I’m not entirely free from my “in” tray yet but today, I’m just going to take a lil’ breather. Just a lil’ one. People say that the best stage of pregnancy is the second trimester. And I AGREE wholeheartedly! Though I didn’t

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The girl gets herself an Android and you’d think she’d be updating at least twice a day. Tettt. So wrong. On blogs which link me, I can see that I have been out of the blogosphere for approximately 3 weeks now. Tett. So not me, don’t you think? Thing is this. These past few weeks have been some of the most trying in this year, so far. I can’t quite put it in so many words. Each time I try

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No one can help it if we grow any older. But I wonder if we can help growing up. I don’t think anyone intentionally sheds off the kid in them, but we eventually do. As we grow older, we stop being the innocent wide-eyed girl we once were. We think that fairytales are silly because we come to the realisation that no matter how much we will it, there can never be a perfect life for anyone. We try

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I’ve been feeling “quickenings” since a couple of weeks back already. Before I got married and pregnant, I always wondered how mothers knew which part of their baby was moving and if it was all really their imaginations. I mean, seriously! How can you know if you baby is kicking or butting or tugging or scratching? You can’t even see the baby, right? So since I got pregnant, I tried not to be

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A few months back, I created a Twitter account. For one because I was missing out on so much, since most of my close friends tweet. I don’t really believe in 140 words or less because I’ve always been a rambler and a long one at it. But I’ve got to admit that Twitter in many ways has made me happier, as it is an “outlet” for me to express whatever I think or feel without having to broadcast my

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These days, there is nothing which cannot be Googled. Even our own name. Try it. Not that it’s a bad thing entirely, but... well, sometimes, I think that people didn’t coin the phrase “ignorance is bliss” for no reason. As “lawyers by profession”, it’s natural to be curious about most things. It really is. It’s when you’re not inquisitive enough that gets you into trouble because it shows how

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You know what? It gets really weird sometimes, the things that pregnancy does to you. And trust me, it’s not something you make up or pretend. It’s pretty genuine. And to be very honest, I was surprised too. I had no idea I would be affected. I thought I would get away unscathed. Untouched. Unaffected. Especially by food cravings. But oh, I was affected, alright. These days, I still am. Like

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Since we both do not earn in the millions or even many thousands, we both sort of “broke our bank” to go for our honeymoon. Okay, fine, I’m exaggerating. We didn’t break our bank but we saved a whole lot just so we got to go on a holiday together. I remember that about 4 weeks leading to the trip, we stared at our Shin Chan “piggy bank” with longing every single day. To be very honest, out of

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Phew. It has been a long, long time. I have wanted to write about so many things but they always stop short at the title. But right now, I just feel like letting things off my chest. I feel tired. Really tired. And what else about if not about work. I’ve come to that point again. That point where I am burnt to my core, where motivation is close to none and my sense of urgency is pretty much

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If there is one word which could precisely depict this phase in my life, it would be erratic. Seriously, seriously erratic. One moment I am absolutely okay, the next, I’m not. And when I’m not, I really am not. I’ve sought advice from my mommy friends and they told me to not think too much about it. It’s just a phase and it will pass and the next thing I know, I would already be delivering and

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If there is one thing that I can say with conviction, it would be that I had an awesome, awesome upbringing. Really. Despite hating the house rules once upon a time ago and wondering why everything had to be the way they are, I really am glad that I turned out the way I did because of those “so-called ridiculous” rules. I think we were always taught to be kind. To not be prejudiced. To be

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Recently, a scandal took storm in my office. And no, it’s not the “conservative” kind of scandal where boy meets girl, I just chose to use the term “scandal” loosely, for lack of better word. I am not a fan of scandals. Really. To that end, I don’t contribute to creating one, nor do I “add salt to the open wound” where one takes place. Because to me, a scandal is a scandal; it has taken place

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I have become an altered person. Increasingly, I find that there are many things I love which I don’t anymore and there are many undiscovered wonders, which I have found joy in. Like a pack of Ligo Raisins for example. Besides being totally and completely altered, I have also become preoccupied. Totally and completely. Preoccupied and in fact committed with making myself feel better for the

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The only place in this whole office which is not cold is the toilet. And the only place in this office with reliable-enough tissue papers is the toilet. So, I’ve been in the toilet most of the time. Kalau bukan bulan puasa, mungkin terpaksa rapat-rapat dengan syaitan. Orang kata toilet tu lubuk syaitan, kan? Berapa minggu tak update, bila update terus merungut, ye? Tak senonoh betul. Hello

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Say what? Yeap, you heard me right, alright. What do you have to do when you have to beat brownies? Thanks to a certain someone (read: Mama yang baik hati), all our recipes have been revealed to anyone who asks her. Be it her cookies, cakes or other dishes, her cookbook is always open for everyone to copy. Which, is all well and dandy if everyone isn’t family. But all those who have copied

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For some inexplicable reason, the way I am handling this year’s Ramadan is as if I have never fasted my whole life. Constantly, I find myself tired, sleepy and most alarmingly, hungry. And no, it’s no longer the “my-tummy-grumbles-so-loud-I-am-embarrassed” kind of hungry, it’s actually excruciatingly painful, I’m now forced to review my diet. I always thought I knew my body well enough. But

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My mom’s been bugging me the past week. She tells me that the Pasar Ramadan in TTDI is no fun and that the choices are so limited and all the favourite stalls are no more. I wouldn’t know because I haven’t been back to TTDI for their Pasar Ramadan. And believe it or not, we’ve only been to the Pasar Ramadan in Putrajaya once. I take that as proof that my cooking’s improving. Someone seems to

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New Zealand, 2006 “The mind is like a parachute, it works best when opened” Robert Dewar I’m thankful for all the travels I have been blessed with. I appreciate the fact that I’ve had the opportunity to explore this world and its many wonders. Because it is true when people say that travelling opens our minds. It opens our minds to a myriad of wonderful things. Like great weather and great

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image googled. Pray, tell me... Apart from the fact that macaroons are vividly-coloured and extremely “photogenic”, what is it about them that’s making everyone go so crazy? Please, tell me. I’ll come clean before I go on with this entry – I’ve only tasted it twice, in 3 different flavours and none of them came from the shop named Whisk or the likes. So, I may change my mind on this

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On the grand scale of things, I’ve got to say that one of my most favourite things is travelling. On a grander scale of things, I’ve got to admit that one of my most favourite places is London. I recently browsed through my old photo albums and came across my LondonUK2007 album and I am ITCHING to purchase tickets. In winter, no less. Much as people warn me how crazily cold it has gotten

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A swot is “...A person who studies hard, esp. one regarded as spending too much time studying...” Or in more familiar terms... skema. And constantly "by-the-book". Or at least that’s what I think it is. It’s rare for anyone to have any bad dreams during Ramadan as the Devils and Demons have been chained. Most people sleep very soundly. Or at least, I do. Only last night... I dreamt. And it

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As unmaterialistic as I claim to be, I have to admit that it am still... realistic. As much as I know that money isn’t everything, it still is something. And it is something big enough to affect even the strongest of bonds. After all, didn’t they say that “money is the root of all evil?” I was reading Shuey’s blog and I came to realise that her parents are EXACTLY like mine. And ‘til this

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It’s been a while since I last picked up a book which was so difficult to put down. So far, my picks have been rather... draggy or heavy. Like this one – I bought this book for the simple reason that it was written by Elizabeth Gilbert. And that it is the sequel to ‘Eat, Pray, Love’. Just couldn’t wait to see what would happen next. I wouldn't condemn the book entirely, no. For what it’s

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Oh, dear. It’s only 11.11 a.m. And my tummy is grumbling. Non-stop. And so loud I think my next door neighbour might think it’s a dinosaur. Or something. Anything that grumbles. Oh, yes. It is THAT bad. I don’t normally do this because I know how much torture it is to look at pictures of food on a fasting day. But please be reminded that every word you are reading from here onwards is typed by

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I always try to improve come each Ramadan. And this year, I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t use Ramadan as an excuse not to do my work properly. Just because I am fasting, does not mean I am disabled. So, I brave through every sleepy moment, motivating myself with notions that my work is ibadah too. This is as a result of seeing even the best of workers being totally “disabled” last year during

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Unlike most of you, this year, I didn’t feel the “Ramadan kick”. At first I thought it strange. In fact, I thought it was so strange, I began analyzing what I have been doing all year long leading to Ramadan. Thought that maybe I could find out why I felt so... removed. Then, last night, it hit me. I had just... grown up. It was actually that simple. I don’t have any food cravings (at least

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I’ve never written about this before. But today, I just feel like it. Babies. The decision whether or not to have them in the first place, to me, is personal. But rezeki? Whether or not a couple is to be blessed with child/ren, is totally and completely a discretion which only Allah can exercise. We’re entering our 7th month. 7 months of marriage, not pregnancy. Granted, people are curious,

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Adik and I were at the movies last Saturday. Before the movie started, there were trailers of upcoming movies. Then, as one of the trailers were playing, I thought that it looked and sounded all too... familiar. So, I told Adik that I think it might be Final Destination. Turns out that I was RIGHT! Mana taknya, the first time I saw it was the last ever! Never had any dreams of seeing sequels of

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"I may not have even half your experience. But at least I know that I have at least twice your conscience." I'm young. I'm driven. I love working. I love my job.By the "standard definition", I don't fit in as a Government Servant very well. Because aren't Government Servants supposed to be lazy and stupid?Well, I admit to a certain extent, I don't blame the public for thinking that, but that is

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From a very young age, even when I was in school, I loved taking photos. Then, one day, I picked up a DSLR and my life thereafter changed. I just had to have one. So happens, I was lucky. And now, I am the proud owner of Theodore, my very own dream camera. I read that people closest to me have to get used to me taking photos of everything, everywhere. Only then would I be able to practice.

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3 of my first friends in the office were Ayu, Shida and Navee. I don’t know how it began but I know that we stuck to each other and got along pretty well. 3 years have passed now. Ayu left. Shida left. I used to be so happy that Navee was still around because then, at least, when the going gets really tough, I could go to her room, hide behind that huge concave in the wall and get a lil’ 3-

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Essentially, Saturday was a day of mixed emotions. It was just as sombre as it was joyful. As I dropped my husband off at the bus, I told myself that I would be okay. But of course, who am I kidding? I wasn't okay. I came to my own rescue at the first possible moment and headed off to Mum's. And that's when the fun part began. We spent the whole of Saturday afternoon in several malls. Just

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Every now and then, I go through... a wedding phase. All of a sudden, there is a surge of semangat for all things weddings and I find myself engrossed with The Perfect Palette (all over again). I had many dreams for my wedding. But let’s not worry about that today. Or ever. After all, we have been happily married for about 7 months now. I love it when people know exactly what they want for

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“Futsal isn’t Football” But it’s close enough. I hate ball games. Always have. I don’t know how many times I have reiterated that. Ironically though, I play futsal. Because it’s got nothing to do with balls (or shuttlecocks for the matter) flying towards my face or plunging itself on my head. Oh, while we’re at it, let’s add racquet games to the hate list too. After a tiny “incident”

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Last Wednesday, I brought my mom out for her 50th Birthday Treat as promised. I promised her that I would get her a new shirt. In fact, I sort of imposed on her that I would only buy her a birthday present she would use/eat. So, off to M&S we went. Her mind was set. That was the only brand she would consider. At M&S, Mama picked out 4 shirts. I picked a blouse that I liked for her to try.

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And the problem right now is that I can't seem to get some decent shut eye. I don't know what it is. It most definitely isn't coffee because I consumed none. It most definitely isn't the curry I made for dinner (which was delish, if I may say so myself heeheeh). If anything, that curry should've made me sleepier. But it's not. So, it's got to be that hour-long nap I took this afternoon,

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As a kid, I used to be so ashamed of my mom for certain reasons. It's like this. When we went to eat out, she would bring food from home. Okay, so maybe it's not heavy food that she brings. Most of the time, it's tidbits like the honey roasted almond she made or sambal ikan bilis garing or rempeyek. I know, right? Like, WHATTT? Why do you bring food from home when the whole point of eating out

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When TGIF opened in Alamanda, I made a big deal about it. Not so much because I frequent it, but just because it’s Alamanda Putrajaya. And for those who are familiar, you all know that there’s not much of anything in Putrajaya right? So, that was a plus point to attract people to come visit me instead of vice versa. Last weekend, we decided to give it a go. After all, people are bound to ask

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In this world, more often than not, there are 2 sets of rules for everyone - (a) Rule 1 is that there are many "perceptions" imposed on people. To name a few; sickness is a form of weakness and it is indicative of one's incompetence; one shouldn't ever put their personal life before their work, they've got to work it out somehow; if someone takes off work early, but on time, they have no work

Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-56146952717642321002011-07-11T23:51:00.001+08:002011-07-11T23:52:54.797+08:00

On Sunday, Dinie invited us to Lea’s 2nd birthday party. I still remember attending Dinie’s baby shower a couple of years back and soon after, I remember how tiny we thought Lea was when she was just born. My husband instantly fell in love with the lil’ girl and claimed Lea to be his sweetheart. So, of course, when our plans for Sunday were reshuffled, he didn’t want to miss the opportunity of

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Sometimes, even when you don’t intend to be a bad friend, you can’t help being one due to the surrounding circumstances. It’s lame to blame circumstances, I know. But when we don’t want to blame ourselves, that’s what we all do. But realizing and not being ashamed to make up for our mistakes makes us become friends, even if we’re not so good ones. So, a belated “shower” for her it was. We

Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-71057053842389865172011-07-11T10:28:00.001+08:002011-07-11T22:57:51.424+08:00

I was never good at making (or keeping) friends before these people. It’s probably because I enjoy my own company most of the time and think that I can survive being in this world on my own. But they taught me otherwise. They taught me that you can have good friends whom you can rely on and slip into conversation with even after not meeting up with for eons. That things shouldn’t change just

Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-81967505389718888112011-07-11T08:33:00.003+08:002011-07-11T18:57:08.725+08:00

Generally, in this world, there are 2 sets of people - (a) they are smart and they know it. They are beautiful and they know it. And they act on it; and (b) they are smart but they don't know it. They are beautiful, but have no idea how much they turn heads. And so, everything just looks "natural" because they are acting naturally. More often than not, people love Set (b) because their

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feeling tourist-y ;) Remember I told you that I had blisters and was dying for "Crocs Bohong?". Well, it turned out that I didn't need to buy any counterfeit products after all. I found them perfect shoes at BATA! Hahaha. I actually went in to see some other shoes and when I spotted them (those shoes I am wearing in the photo above), I knew that I had to give my poor feet its much deserved

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Apart from meeting my in-laws and my extended siblings and the food and the fact that I can completely relax in Melaka, there is one more thing that makes going back to Melaka something we look forward to. Surpise, surprise. We LOVE "the pau". Uhuh. Not just because we love pau, no. I'm normally not even crazy about pau in the "I must have or I will die" kind of way. But this one. This one

Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-38927679400368375752011-07-03T10:33:00.002+08:002011-07-21T12:50:03.355+08:00

(I actually wrote this on Friday) Phew! Finally some time to breathe. These past few days have been SO hectic! I have missed blogging dearly. Hello, whoever out there who has been, is and just started reading. Sorry to disappoint but it has become increasingly difficult to update due to many reasons. But all has been well and it's all coming to an end now. (Hopefully this coming weekend

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Since we stay in Putrajaya, we hardly go to malls for our dates. After all, the closest to us (apart from Alamanda) is Mines Shopping Mall and we have more or less gone in and out of all of the shops there. Another reason why we don't go to malls much is because there's really nothing much to look for. So, if we go shopping without a shopping list, it becomes an increasingly difficult task to

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One year plus. That's how long it's been. June has always been a month of challenges. But last year's challenge must have been the biggest (so far). While I was juggling work and engagement preparations, my Atuk passed away. He's never been sick before. Not with a chronic or terminal disease, at least. So, I think we all thought that he would shake his cold off and he would bounce back to his

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  Yesterday, I fasted. I'm quite infamous for ganti puasa lambat and this year is no exception. You see, when you love to eat but you can't eat, your brain starts to crave many things. And so... I thought that going to Alamanda wasn't such a good idea. So I went home. Like I always do on Fridays. And the moment I arrived, I had this lightbulb moment on how to properly "waste" my lunch hour.

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If you think of it properly, I am sure that we've all been brought together by a guy before. Uhuh. A guy. Ala. You know. Those people you become friends with because of a guy. I've been there before. That much I know. It's easy to make friends when you're talking about guys, don't you think so? "My boyfriend is like this." "My boyfriend is like that." Or "My ex was such a jerk" "He was like

Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-79511621329927986002011-06-17T09:33:00.004+08:002011-06-17T10:16:42.318+08:00

I read a lot of blogs. And when I mean a lot, I mean it. I'm one of those people who don't link anyone, not because I don't read anyone else, but rather, because I did it once before and when I changed my blog template, I lost them all. And never really found the drive to find those links and link them again. But that doesn't stop me from reading other people because after frequenting their

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Believe it or not, I’ve never ever held a newborn in my arms before. I’m too scared they would break. I’m scared that they would cry. I’m always scared of newborn babies. And I know that it makes no sense seeing how small they are but the reality is that – newborn babies terrify me to a certain extent. Most of my good friends have either delivered, awaiting arrival of newborns or expecting.

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It has been A LONG time since I last saw these people alright! Not surprising though, since even Nanad and I don’t bump into each other that much these days and WE WORK IN THE SAME BUILDING, for goodness sake. So, meeting them was something I looked forward to all week. You should ask my husband how shiny-shiny (direct translation from bersinar-sinar haha) I became the moment I confirmed that

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I read ProudDuck quite a lot. And I saw the FV Daddy’s Girl Contest. No, I’m not going to participate but PD’s stories of her dad got me smiling because her dad sounds A LOT like my own dad. I feared my dad. No, wait. I still fear him. I don’t know why and no one knows why. About a year ago, my dad asked me the same question. He asked me if I remember him striking me, ever. I don’t. I really

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I’m sure many of us have an “I Do” story. The kind that makes you feel all fuzzy inside. Well, even if we don’t, I’m sure that most of us at least DREAM of the most perfect proposal. And by perfect, I think most girls wished that their partners would get on one knee in front of thousands of people, express his undying love for her and asks her to marry him and they’ll live happily ever after.

Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-33154516844622964302011-06-12T22:48:00.003+08:002011-06-13T10:47:39.761+08:00

BCS2. That's who. I've been there 3 times now and twice, I went there to get my hair cut. Both times, I got different Stylists. The first time I went, it was a girl and she didn't have the heart to cut my hair short because it was my post-wedding hair and you all know how long post-wedding hair can get. So, I totally got her point when she couldn't, just couldn't chop the devil off.

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This year, it seems like alot of people have a penchant for... costumes! Or themed dinners! Or fancy dresses. Some time earlier this year, we had our Division Conference in Kuantan and one of the themes we decided on was BACK TO SCHOOL! Uhuh. It has been quite some time since a we had a themed dinner and though I was all hyped about it, I was also swamped. So, I ended up looking for my "fancy

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Windows. That’s something I often work on. Last week, the windows opened widely for me and all the stars seem to align in my favour. I got things to go my way. All the way!! (apa aku merepek kerepek ni) I got off work early on Friday. Picked my husband up from the ERL and we got ready to attend my friend’s wedding at Dewan De’ Sri Endon, which is about 10 minutes away from my house, maybe? The

Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-14387048476140918432011-06-02T23:32:00.002+08:002012-01-03T10:36:57.325+08:00

We're just ordinary people, We don't know which way to go, Cause we're ordinary people, Maybe we should take it slow. I miss Perth. :') Shy to comment? Well, never mind! Your reactions mean the world to me! Make me smile today :)

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I don't think that this needs congratulating, but I've gotten many congrats anyways. I have waited for quite some time now. And when I got it, I held it in my hands like nothing in my life is more precious. It's funny. I've become a natural almost instantly and I love it. Finally, I'll no longer be having problems receiving messages with more than 160 characters. Welcome android. I so

Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-40931310966696106762011-05-25T10:29:00.001+08:002012-01-03T10:38:59.447+08:00

I took a long time to make this decision. I don’t know why. But now that I’ve rationalized matters, I’ve decided that I can do without. Remember last time I blogged about the perfect shoe? And then, I dreamt and dreamt of a Stuart Weitzman but knew that I could never afford it and well, basically, I love peep toe shoes. I still do love it a lot. And then, wallah. Sometime end of last year

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What is the criteria of a home? For me personally, it is some place you want to go back to at the end of the day. It doesn’t matter if it’s because of the house itself or the people in it; bottom line is that you must have a desire to head back to it. We’ve been staying in the same place since after my Reception. I’ve wanted to go back to that place every day after a long, short, nice or bad

Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-66777924045346485482011-05-19T15:03:00.000+08:002011-05-19T15:03:52.475+08:00

Pernah tak rasa bosan gila with your own cooking? Rasa macam dah try semua recipe dalam kepala and dah retry again and then, dah tak tau nak masak apa lagi. Pastu dah cuba buat sambal tapi setiap kali, tak rasa macam Mama punya pun? And now, walaupun setiap hari rasa macam tau nak masak apa sebenarnya, rasa macam taknak masak apa-apa. Confusing kan? I remember Monday haritu, when we came back

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It was previously difficult to understand why my married friends “disappeared” after their wedding. I always thought that I would try not to but… seeing that I “disappeared” every now and then even before I was married, I guess me not appearing where others appeared isn’t such an extraordinary feat. My appearance where others appeared – now, that should make the headlines. With time,

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I’m sure we all have love songs of our own. At least one that transports us back to the first date, first year, first dedicated song, first something. Mine and his is a song which I don’t feel like sharing because I know that (so far) no one shares it with us and for some (selfish) reason, I want to keep it that way. Naturally, when I was preparing my wedding last year, I wanted that song to be

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I didn’t always know that I wanted to work in the legal field. All I did was depend on my SPM results and tried to choose a Course, which I thought I would excel at. My top 3 choices in no particular order were English, Law and Tourism Management (random, I know) (!!!). When I first got my offer letter, the University offered me the Tourism Management Course (“TMC”). After a long and hard

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Bored of my own honeymoon reviews, actually, but I will finish off the last day and a few other things I noted some time soon. After reading through an agreement twice and realizing that I couldn’t get past clause 5 without my tummy crooning for attention (at least 3 times in 2 minutes, yes), I think I should take a breather. Agreements are making me hungry, no joke. House warmings, kenduri doa

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From my previous travels, I learnt that the best memories throughout a trip are actually those you make in the town you are staying itself. It's not really how far you go or how long you stay on the road that matters, it's what you do in the town that you stay that counts the most. So, I voiced this out to my husband and he said let's try that tactic. After all, after all that traveling the day

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Are you bored of my honeymoon yet? Sorry, but I don't think I will ever get over it until I finish writing about it, so please bear with me. I don't know if there are any people "bearing" but I hope I haven't killed you with my mushy posts. As I said earlier, our next destination was the place with many lalats (flies). On the way to The Pinnacles, we were told that we were given an hour to roam

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When I said I called the Western Travel Bug, did I mention that the tour bus said it would pick us up at 6.45 a.m.? Well, if I didn't, now you know. And breakfast starts at 6.30 a.m. You know what I'm like where breakfast is concerned right? Especially when I didn't get my supply of rice the night before =.=" But, in all that rush, I managed to eat a bowl of cereal and 2 pieces of croissants I

Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-42669840096436075262011-04-25T01:06:00.001+08:002011-04-25T01:08:12.693+08:00

Once in Fremantle, there are actually quite a number of things to see and do. And since I had my Master Navigator (husband la siapa lagi) with me, we didn't have much trouble finding the places we wanted to go to. teeeheeehehee This is Greg James at the Sculptor Centre. We managed to impersonate him before continuing our journey to the South Mole. I don't ('til this very day) know why we

Haneesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565388536728696107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791341536486593603.post-35506758979932057922011-04-21T18:15:00.007+08:002011-04-21T18:15:00.158+08:00

By the way I ended the previous post, I’m sure you were smart enough to decipher that “Maybe” meant “Not at all”. Because we slept. And slept. And slept some more until close to 6.00 p.m. When we woke up, it was already dark and I knew that all the shops were already closed. So, I prepared a lil’ bit of dinner from whatever we managed to savour during the Quarantine Procedure and we sat in bed

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