Hiatus

I've been a way for too long and there are so many dusts and cobwebs on this blog! *blows blog*

So many things have happened for the past one year and so many things to share. Left the professional world to start a business to build another business and many many more.

What have you been up to?

(Resolution 2015 - to blog AGAIN)

Can't wait!

CNY: Looking Back on a Great Life

Yet another meaningful video by Petronas for this year Chinese New Year, revealing Malaysia's favourite snack-dessert, Tau Fu Fah. It really reminds me of Jenny Hong (if you don't know Jenny Hong, it is PJ's most renowned Soya bean stall selling home-made soya bean drinks and tau fu fah. Sedap wo!). I think Jenny Hong has been in the 'soya bean' industry for so long. 

Just like what it was shown in the video. 

Look back on a great life. Look forward to an even greater one.

Happy Chinese New Year to friends that are celebrating. 

Watch Out 2013!

This should be my post LAST YEAR but don't know why I didn't get around to it. 

 Was 2012 a good year for you? It was for me and certainly no complaints about it, but I know it could have been better. 

Allow me to reflect on the highlights of 2012:

#1 I got married! To my best friend of 8 years. That was totally the highlight of 2012 is to put an end of our courtship and entered something bigger and better.. marriage. Loving every moment of it. Pictures will be posted soon. There are so many of it but I am so MALAS to go about it though. Is this normal? Post wedding syndrom perhaps.

#2 I was introduced to a fantastic business by a friend of mine, Nadia Suhaimi. PB business as we call it. We sell high quality corsets with FIR (far infrared). I am so grateful that I was introduced to this business at the right time as I was in need of financial help for my wedding. Alhamdulillah as it did help me a lot. It turn Those corsets were not difficult to sell. You just have to put your mind to it. Apart from selling and the income that you get, you also get to meet people; various kinds from different walks of life. 

#3 Travel a bit in 2012. Jakarta for numerous times (5 or 6 times? Can't recall!) . Did a lot for wedding while I was in Jakarta. Did my cards there and it was quite a journey. If you are the impatient type, forget it girls. But I was really patient and enjoyed the process of designing, selecting the materials of the card, ribbons, fonts and what not. I also got the materials for my wedding attire, family and bridesmaids there. Good stuff. And lots and lots of spa session! How can you not resist the spa session while you are in Indonesia? Crazy right? It's very traditional, cheap and clean. How come we don't have cheap spas in KL? 

#4 Travel again. FOR FREE this time. To Guangzhou, China. This is an incentive from doing the PB business that I mentioned in #2. Such a 'pampered' trip. Everything was paid for from flight ticket to pocket money! Had lots of fun with the PB girls. Made new friends as well. I killed two birds while I was there. Did some shopping for wedding; door gifts pouches, crystals bowl for VIPs, lace and sequins table runners, cushion covers and more things I could not remember. This was totally a shopping trip. 

#5 Lost 8 kg and gained back 6 kg (as of now!) 

#6 Living life healthily by doing actual exercises. Can you believe it? It has been ages since I last work out. The last time was 2010 perhaps? Towards the end of the year, I started to be around friends who just love to exercise like I love lots and lots of chocolates. How can they do that? I was very much in denial about not getting older .. "lek lu bro, we are still young" and not realizing that body fats are harder to diminish as we get older, but these people made me realize that exercising is not just about diminishing fats and weights. It came with a lifestyle which is highly encouraged for everyone in a long run. I'll be 28 this year and 28 is NOT YOUNG. Better late than never right? So, one of my *gasp* highlights of 2012 is that I actually tried out bootcamp (just for a session) and I survived the session! The only thing I need now is a lot of motivation to be consistent and persistent in doing this! Can I keep up with doing exercise? It may sounds easy, but is it that easy? We shall see more in 2013.

Oh gosh. Only 6 highlights?

I know it could have been better but I am so grateful those 6 happened and has their own significance. Of course there are other mishaps and incidents that happened in 2012 (guess it is not worth mentioning here) but those are just lessons to be learned.

Out for now. 

Watch out 2013!

The Bad Their Bad

Twice or Thrice?

Oh travelling. 

One thing I truly miss doing in my life is to travel. During my postgrad studies in 2009-2010 and when Europe was just a train away, I was given opportunities (and very grateful to be given such opportunities! Alhamdulillah) to go around the continent with not so much money spent.

Looking at my current situation, lack of time and financial aid just for travelling, I would have to put it on hold.

*cricket sound*

But but but...I just have to disagree.

(Imagining hubby's reaction: "Hah melawan la tu melaaawannn")

Life can be dull and stagnant at times, and I think the best way to get out of that rut is to see the world. Sometimes, no matter how motivated, driven or aligned we can be, everyone of us goes through a period in our life when we are stuck in a rut. It can be as of many reasons, but the feeling is just the same; bored, stuck and complacent and it can happen without warning even to the optimistic people. Besides, we've worked so hard, I think all of us need at least some break. Or a treat!

Therefore to eliminate those 'rutty' feelings, I feel that we should just go out and travel. Anywhere! Inside or outside of the country, rich or poor places, first class or third class, it doesn't matter, as long as you go.

So...

2012 is coming to an end, and hello 2013. When a brand new year is about to  begin, one of your resolutions and goals is ...

... to travel as much as you can. 

It can be as frequent as every month or maybe 4 to 6 times in a year, but I'm going to be realistic here, hence, I think I'll just do twice (or three)
 times a year? I think that's just good enough.

That is, before the baby comes. Tee hee. 

If your job requires you to travel every now and then, you are lucky and can exit my blog please. Ok kidding.

Travelling needs money. Duh, anyone knows that, but if you want it so much, you just gotta make it work. And I believe when you put your heart to it, it WILL work. 

*Thinking about PB bonus and Free PB Trips*

So, after days and days of discussion, (arguments!) and consideration, both Mr. Z and I decide to do this, only if time and money permits. 

Two (or three) destinations a year. Can we do this?

Seaside, cities, villages, mountains, deserts..you name it, I want it.

So where would it be?

Let's berangan!

1. Bangkok, Thailand

Thailand, just next door  and truth to be told, I've never been to any parts of Thailand. I guess it is always wise to start with the capital city.

2. Casablanca, Morocco

"I thought you fell in love with me watching Casablance, holding hands 'neath the paddle fans in Rick's Candle lit cafe, hiding in the shadows from the spies. Moroccan moonlight in your eyes..."

An exotic gateway to Africa; its mountains, desert and coast ; to their souq (the Marrakech!), food and culture. I know I'll be happy snapping away my PEN!

3. Redang Island

Before I berangan even more about going to Maldives or Mauritius, let me admit to you that I have never been to our very own Redang Island. Can you believe it? So, that will be one of my stop next year.

4. Almalfi Coast, Italy

Everything I read about the Amalfi Coast suggested sugar and spice, everything nice.  Not just the coastal area, but the nearby village, Positano has it all.  Tall houses climbing the hillside, beautiful beaches on the waterfront, and small winding streets full of shops all beckoned me to pay a visit. Soon babe soon.

5. Agra, India

Which other love story is so grand that you have someone built a monumental palace for you after you die? None other than the emperor Shah Jahan did for his wife, Mumtaz Mahal. I would like to witness the place where the great love story was depicted. Can you imagine me in my Salwa Kameez and hubby in his kurta in front  of the Taj Mahal as the background? 

Any of these three places are good enough for me. So bring it on 2013, I shall wait!

So, what's your top three wish list travel destination for next year? Share please!

Of Students and Banana Leaf Rice

It was the last day of exam, and we, the lecturers, decided to bring our international students for some culinary feast at... a banana leaf restaurant! It's not just about the food, but eating out of banana leaf is also part of a culture. Totally fun and hilarious too.

The best part of my job is the students. And the activities that we do.

Do you think I'm ready to leave this for something else?

Hmmmm....

Pandora With Love

I have finally received my Pandora bracelet and a charm from my dear friend-mentor, Nadia Suhaimi. For being an SSM. Thank you so so much. I wouldn't be able to achieve this if it weren't for your support babe. Many thanks again. I love it!

My journey in PB has been exceptionally wonderful. Better than I expected it to be. I made new friends as well as re-connect with  the old ones. I learned that money don't grow on trees, but money can be found if you search at the right place with the right intention. You never know where it can take you, where it can lead you to. With blessings and determination, everything is possible. 

When I decided to do this business, I took some time to think about it and I nearly gave up. It took me a while to decide and to be open about it. But seeing how Aliah Nasreen, Nadia Bakly and Nadia Suhaimi's succeeded by doing this, I decided "why not"? If everyone can do this, so I thought, I can do this as well. 

Ran home (cewah dramatic -nyaaa), asked permission from Mom and Dad as well as Mr. Z, and tadaaa.. and with their blessings, dated 28 February 2012, I am a fully registered PB agent distributor. 

Here I am now. Not an ounce of regrets. Not a step back. In fact, I am all fired up to do more and better. To achieve greater results for all the good intentions. I'm not doing this to show off or brag; and everything relates to it. There's no reason for me to brag anyway. 

I've my wedding to work on this September. That needs money for now.

I've an elderly parents (in their late 50's and still working) and I would love to contribute to their house and their well-being such as supplements, medicines and those things don't come cheap. I would also want to ease any of their burdens and help as much as I can. These need money.

I have four younger sisters; the second one is getting married soon after me, the third one is doing her final dissertation and the last two younger girls just entered university life. Oh please tell me maintaining them are free. Haha.

I have a brother who's just 10 years old. Free jugak ke?

I've a marriage to build in four months time. Go figure.

I've wishes to bear my own children. Malaysia ada child welfare benefits macam UK tak? 

I've wishes to buy a house, to live comfortably and to be able to get whatever I want, to be able to afford excellent education for my younger siblings and children in the future. Ohmagee, all of these needs money!

And the list just won't stop unfortunately.

Am I being wishful thinking? Berangan much? Do I think too much? Is it just me or I'm just being paranoid? 


Reality hits, I guess.

I'm the eldest of six, my parents' second person in command and all of these are my responsibility. And soon, I will be a wife and mother, and there will be more responsibilities to hold. And last but not least, I am a typical girl who desires many things in life and I wouldn't want my (soon-to-be) husband to be burdened with my never-ending 'idiosyncrasy' wishes (ehem) which I can also get myself. 

I'm not complaining here. I am preparing. Instead, I'll just do whatever it takes  to achieve my long list and I won't stop until I get what I want. 

Dengan berkat Allah, Insya Allah everyhing can.

Ok. Emo.

So, I guess I'm staying here. In this business. Looking forward to spread the good things (PB Love) and good things are meant to be shared right? 

To Try

Was reading Proudduck and saw this. Can't help it but to post as well. It's what I have been battling with myself for the past few weeks/days. It's my push factor. Inspirational. Thanks Ms. Yusof.

Ducked and Waited

I ducked. I waited and it worked

Those three simple actions. Sounds simple, but we need buckets full of patiences, persistences and resiliences.

The article that you'll be reading in this entry is an article to keep. As reminder that beautiful things can turn sour when the ways are not right.

Nauzulbillah Minzalik.

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The last word: He said he was leaving. 

She ignored him.

When Laura Munson’s husband asked for a divorce, she ducked instead of fighting. He needed to learn, she says, that his unhappiness wasn’t really about her

POSTED ON AUGUST 13, 2009, AT 11:19 AM

Hapiness starts within. Eventually, my husband got it. SEE ALL 79 PHOTOS

Let’s say you have what you believe to be a healthy marriage. You’re still friends and lovers after spending more than half of your lives together. The dreams you set out to achieve in your 20s—gazing into each other’s eyes in candlelit city bistros, when you were single and skinny—have for the most part come true.

Two decades later you have the 20 acres of land, the farmhouse, the children, the dogs and horses. You’re the parents you said you would be, full of love and guidance. You’ve done it all: Disneyland, camping, Hawaii, Mexico, city living, stargazing.

Sure, you have your marital issues, but on the whole you feel so self-satisfied about how things have worked out that you would never, in your wildest nightmares, think you would hear these words from your husband one fine summer day: “I don’t love you anymore. I’m not sure I ever did. I’m moving out. The kids will understand. They’ll want me to be happy.”

But wait. This isn’t the divorce story you think it is. Neither is it a begging-him-to-stay story. It’s a story about hearing your husband say, “I don’t love you anymore” and deciding not to believe him. And what can happen as a result.

Here’s a visual: Child throws a temper tantrum. Tries to hit his mother. But the mother doesn’t hit back, lecture or punish. Instead, she ducks. Then she tries to go about her business as if the tantrum isn’t happening. She doesn’t “reward” the tantrum. She simply doesn’t take the tantrum personally because, after all, it’s not about her.

Let me be clear: I’m not saying my husband was throwing a child’s tantrum. No. He was in the grip of something else—a profound and far more troubling meltdown that comes not in childhood but in midlife, when we perceive that our personal trajectory is no longer arcing reliably upward as it once did. But I decided to respond the same way I’d responded to my children’s tantrums. And I kept responding to it that way. For four months.

“I don’t love you anymore. I’m not sure I ever did.”

His words came at me like a speeding fist, like a sucker punch, yet somehow in that moment I was able to duck. And once I recovered and composed myself, I managed to say, “I don’t buy it.” Because I didn’t.

He drew back in surprise. Apparently he’d expected me to burst into tears, to rage at him, to threaten him with a custody battle. Or beg him to change his mind.

So he turned mean. “I don’t like what you’ve become.”

Gut-wrenching pause. How could he say such a thing? That’s when I really wanted to fight. To rage. To cry. But I didn’t.

Instead, a shroud of calm enveloped me, and I repeated those words: “I don’t buy it.”

You see, I’d recently committed to a non-negotiable understanding with myself. I’d committed to “the End of Suffering.” I’d finally managed to exile the voices in my head that told me my personal happiness was only as good as my outward success, rooted in things that were often outside my control. I’d seen the insanity of that equation and decided to take responsibility for my own happiness. And I mean all of it.

My husband hadn’t yet come to this understanding with himself. He had enjoyed many years of hard work, and its rewards had supported our family of four all along. But his new endeavor hadn’t been going so well, and his ability to be the breadwinner was in rapid decline. He’d been miserable about this, felt useless, was losing himself emotionally and letting himself go physically. And now he wanted out of our marriage; to be done with our family.

But I wasn’t buying it.

I said: “It’s not age-appropriate to expect children to be concerned with their parents’ happiness. Not unless you want to create co-dependents who’ll spend their lives in bad relationships and therapy. There are times in every relationship when the parties involved need a break. What can we do to give you the distance you need, without hurting the family?”

“Huh?” he said.

“Go trekking in Nepal. Build a yurt in the back meadow. Turn the garage studio into a man-cave. Get that drum set you’ve always wanted. Anything but hurting the children and me with a reckless move like the one you’re talking about.”

Then I repeated my line, “What can we do to give you the distance you need, without hurting the family?”

“Huh?”

“How can we have a responsible distance?”

“I don’t want distance,” he said. “I want to move out.”

My mind raced. Was it another woman? Drugs? Unconscionable secrets? But I stopped myself. I would not suffer.

Instead, I went to my desk, Googled “responsible separation,” and came up with a list. It included things like: Who’s allowed to use what credit cards? Who are the children allowed to see you with in town? Who’s allowed keys to what?

I looked through the list and passed it on to him.

His response: “Keys? We don’t even have keys to our house.”

I remained stoic. I could see pain in his eyes. Pain I recognized.

“Oh, I see what you’re doing,” he said. “You’re going to make me go into therapy. You’re not going to let me move out. You’re going to use the kids against me.”

“I never said that. I just asked: What can we do to give you the distance you need ... ”

“Stop saying that!”

Well, he didn’t move out.

Instead, he spent the summer being unreliable. He stopped coming home at his usual 6 o’clock. He would stay out late and not call. He blew off our entire Fourth of July—the parade, the barbecue, the fireworks—to go to someone else’s party. When he was at home, he was distant. He wouldn’t look me in the eye. He didn’t even wish me “Happy Birthday.”

But I didn’t play into it. I walked my line. I told the kids: “Daddy’s having a hard time, as adults often do. But we’re a family, no matter what.” I was not going to suffer. And neither were they.

My trusted friends were irate on my behalf. “How can you just stand by and accept this behavior? Kick him out! Get a lawyer!”

I walked my line with them, too. This man was hurting, yet his problem wasn’t mine to solve. In fact, I needed to get out of his way so he could solve it.

I know what you’re thinking: I’m a pushover. I’m weak and scared and would put up with anything to keep the family together. I’m probably one of those women who would endure physical abuse. But I can assure you, I’m not. I load 1,500-pound horses into trailers and gallop through the high country of Montana all summer. I went through Pitocin-induced natural childbirth. And a Caesarean section without follow-up drugs. I am handy with a chain saw.

I simply had come to understand that I was not at the root of my husband’s problem. He was. If he could turn his problem into a marital fight, he could make it about us. I needed to get out of the way so that wouldn’t happen.

Privately, I decided to give him time. Six months.

I had good days and I had bad days. On the good days, I took the high road. I ignored his lashing out, his merciless jabs. On bad days, I would fester in the August sun while the kids ran through sprinklers, raging at him in my mind. But I never wavered. Although it may sound ridiculous to say, “Don’t take it personally” when your husband tells you he no longer loves you, sometimes that’s exactly what you have to do.

Instead of issuing ultimatums, yelling, crying, or begging, I presented him with options. I created a summer of fun for our family and welcomed him to share in it, or not—it was up to him. If he chose not to come along, we would miss him, but we would be just fine, thank you very much. And we were.

And, yeah, you can bet I wanted to sit him down and persuade him to stay. To love me. To fight for what we’ve created. You can bet I wanted to.

But I didn’t.

I barbecued. Made lemonade. Set the table for four. Loved him from afar.

And one day, there he was, home from work early, mowing the lawn. A man doesn’t mow his lawn if he’s going to leave it. Not this man. Then he fixed a door that had been broken for eight years. He made a comment about our front porch needing paint. Our front porch. He mentioned needing wood for next winter. The future. Little by little, he started talking about the future.

It was Thanksgiving dinner that sealed it. My husband bowed his head humbly and said, “I’m thankful for my family.”

He was back.

And I saw what had been missing: pride. He’d lost pride in himself. Maybe that’s what happens when our egos take a hit in midlife and we realize we’re not as young and golden anymore.

When life’s knocked us around. And our childhood myths reveal themselves to be just that. The truth feels like the biggest sucker-punch of them all: It’s not a spouse, or land, or a job, or money that brings us happiness. Those achievements, those relationships, can enhance our happiness, yes, but happiness has to start from within. Relying on any other equation can be lethal.

My husband had become lost in the myth. But he found his way out. We’ve since had the hard conversations. In fact, he encouraged me to write about our ordeal. To help other couples who arrive at this juncture in life. People who feel scared and stuck. Who believe their temporary feelings are permanent. Who see an easy out and think they can escape.

My husband tried to strike a deal. Blame me for his pain. Unload his feelings of personal disgrace onto me.

But I ducked. And I waited. And it worked.

This essay originally appeared in The New York Times. Used with permission. All rights reserved.

For 2012

.. the plan is to ..

SAVE MORE MONEY!

This is not for the wedding exactly, but more of after the wedding? So, 

1. Buy a house. I want my own L-shaped sofa.

2. Travel the world with husband.

3. Set up a business. By hook or crook.

4. Continue study. Husband as well.

5. A baby?

Oh well, I think we should focus one by one right? So, buying a house would be my utmost priority. We've been looking around but still not within what we want and the landed property in Klang Valley now are so expensive. I think I will be berhutang with the bank maybe sampai mati kot. I guess I should be more realistic and look for something that is within our budget. 

Bestkan ada rumah sendiri? I love this but minus the patung Buddha please. 

That's my main plan though for next year since it's going to be a whole new life altogether as I'm going to be a wife in less than 10 months. A wife man, A WIFEEE! It sounds creepy but I find it endearing to my heart when thinking of it. 

So, can I do this? 

Insya Allah. Amin Ya Rabbal Alamin.

To be continued...

Predictable Much?

10 things I just discovered about myself:

1. When I'm overwhelmed with something, rasa nak muntah. or bers.

2. I thought I'm not the confrontational type, but I am. 

3. Sometimes, I just can't curb my emotions in public. Mr. Z has a problem with that. Be it POSITIVE or negative. 

4. I'm not that affectionate. Huggy-huggy-kiss-kiss is just not me. Ada orang complain. 

5. I have minor OCD. Someone pointed out to me. Did some research, and yes I have OCD. That's my conflict right now.

6. People love my massages. I didn't know I have it in me. 

7. I drive very slowly. The car that I'm driving now doesn't deserved me.

8. I think I'm gonna hate wedding preparations. I thought I'm going to love it, but..CAN WE GET MARRIED ALREADY??

9. Organized. Even though I don't look like it because I panic easily.

10. Defensive.

Betol ke tak? You judge. :)

Jump!

'Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about'

Oscar Wilde

Ramadhan 1432

Ramadhan, we meet again. How we've missed you.

It's the second day of Ramadhan, and I've been spending my Iftar at home and having home cooked meals since day one. With the havocs of Param here and there, so malas man to go. LDP by 5.15pm dah jam teruk. So, for now, I feel that there's no point of me going to any param unless I really crave for some paramness lovin'.. *teringat kuih sampan pelita at TTDI*..

Anyway, Ramadhan is not just all about food. Yeah, partially you celebrate it with food, but that's just because you're hungry. But Ramadhan is mainly about patience and tolerance with one another. It's all about doing the good deeds and refraining self from bad deeds. It's also about being grateful on the things you have in life, the food that are being served on the table, the secured job you have to put food on the table, the clothes you wear everyday and etc etc. It's about moderation, not boastful. 

So, muhasabah diri ok? Paham?

Selamat berpuasa friends. Embrace it to the fullest and wishing that Allah blesses you and family with smiles, happiness and togetherness. 

Let Go, Push Away

Towards the end of 2010, I faced a whirlwind trauma friendship drama with some people whom I used to be really good friends with, but now, we are not anymore. How do I deal with it? How do I feel about it then and now?

I was hurt. Obviously I was. They were my friends. Good friends pulak tu. But I seriously am not sure what went wrong, the whole 'we're-buddies-I-love-you' kinda thing went down the drain. All these happened because of the lack of ability in controlling emotions and to think rationally. I believe so. We are adults right, why can't talk like adults? If one is scared of confronting, there are always emails right? Why must we use FB in portraying your dissatisfaction and hatred? Your emotional outburst in public, is it really worth it?

 

So, to cut the story short, I learnt a lot from this. At first, I was so angry and I will blame everybody. I still do though, but I'm letting it go now. Not being the best friend that I used to be to them, but accepting the fact that we're no longer 'friends' that we used to be and things won't be the same anymore. Why this happened? Waallahualam, I don't have the answer for it. Blaming others won't do justice, blaming diri sendiri pulak unfair? Nay? Mungkin ini semua ada hikmah nye tersendiri. Remember that God has determined everything that was/were/going to happened in our lives.

 

A wise friend of mine used to remind me this whenever dugaan-dugaan kecil ini berlaku:

1) We can't force people to be friends with us. We can't make people love us all the time. That makes us human. 

2) What can we gain by not being their friends? Are they the ones who gave you shelter, food and money? Or even jobs? So, what do you have to lose? Nothing right?

3) Sabar. Ini benda kecil aja.

 

It's true right?

So, let go. Stop analyzing. Stop complaining. Life is short for this. There's more to life than bickering with people who is not worth your time, so why sweat over it?

Self reminder that is.

Grateful

 

Syukur Alhamdulillah..

Quote of The Day

"Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they are meant to be there; they serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or help you figure out who you are." 

All I Need

R&B mode: OFF

Don't tear me down
For all i need
Make my heart a better place
Give me something I can believe
Don't tear it down
What's left of me
Make my heart a better place

OST The Vampire Diaries Season 1 Episode 19 (When they were dancing during 'Miss Mystic Fall Beauty Pageant')

If I were to sing in a band, I would love to sing this song, with the violin, cello and all the strings right behind me :)

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All I need want right now :

1. A better heater. The heating system in my Selly Oak house can't be depended at all. It's cold inside the house that I have to wear gloves and snow cap to keep me extra warm. Thank God I have my hot water bottle to heat me up. That thing does wonders!

2. A car. An old small car is enough for me. I need to get cartons and boxes to pack my stuff. It's REALLY cold to walk 2km up the hill to Sainsburys and PC World just to get the empty cartons and boxes. Walking is one thing, carrying it back home is another. Sigh. Oh, the snow doesn't help either.

3. Moolah. Lots of it. Boxing day is around the corner. 
4. Where are my Gossip Girl, Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy, Brothers and Sisters, The Vampire Diaries, etc etc? Why aren't they putting it on air for this week? I'm bored and cold. Apart from packing, watching all those series actually  made my day.
5. My parents. You know why.
6. My sisters and Aiman. I don't mind the bickering.
7. Mr. Zaim. You know why.
8. Aromatherapy massage. 2 hours. I'm knackered and cranky.
9. A job that is guaranteed. So, when I go back home, I won't have to worry about money and surviving.
10. A husband. Saya L.O.A. Ok thanks byee. LOL.