I'm Falling For You - Chester See

So this is I'm Falling For You by Chester See.

This song is very close to me. Husband and I, we have been friends for God knows how long. And it has always been 'just friends' among us. We share secrets, even the dark ones!I had him coming ranting to me about his exes. And I cried (figuratively, not literally of course!) to him as I asked for some love advises. He was my Dr. Love and vice versa. God knows what kind of advises that I gave him. LOL. I even, at one point of our friendship, addressed him as my 'YM boyfriend'. But we didn't fall into each other until a couple of years later and thanks God for making it mutual.

The good thing about falling for your own secret keeper is the fact that you have absolutely (or almost) no secrets to be ashamed of. You know him/her deep down to the core and it is just simply beautiful.

At least I know he still loves me for who I am, even after those stupid breakdowns. Blergh.

Warum liebst du mich

One of my most favourite songs.
Because it contains one of my most favourite questions.
"Why is it me you love?"
Or in a more appropriate way of asking,
"Why do you love me?"

Husband hates this questions. Not because he has no answers for this but he has been answering it for millions of times and yet, I still ask him. Over and over again. I just love the way the answers sound. Ain't it amazing to know that a person can be so deeply in love with you? Despite all the flaws and the inappropriateness that you posses and show? The fact that he loves to respond to this particular question of mine differently every time he has been bombarded with one triggers me to ask him more and more.

On another note, it's been a while, isn't it?
Same old, same old.
:D

Happy 80th Birthday!

Ohh.. Someone turns 80 today!

So,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FIANCE!

 Here is your birthday cake.

And these are your presents.

And last but not least.

I know, this one is your favourite, kan? Kan? Kan? But it is only claimable this June. Eh, May. :p

Happy Birthday, Sayang.

I can't thank your mom enough for going through the pain 29 years ago.

She has delivered one of the best gift a person could ever received.

She has delivered you.

:)

Happy birthday.

I can't wait for this May to arrive.

Heeee~

500 days

I have this habit of counting days that we have spent together.
Looking at the number makes me realized that God must have love me so much that He decided to bless me with such a wonderful person.

And in shaa Allah, shall everything go according to plan, we will unite in the name of God. Our very own pure matrimony of love will be sealed this May 24th. May Allah ease this little plan of ours. Aamiin.





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Anyway,





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Happy 500th Day, Sweetheart.
Yes, it's been 500 days.
500 magnificent days.

Five hundreds days,
not a single day had passed us by
without me falling in love with you.

Through joy and sorrow,
through sun and rain,
through thick and thin,
through black and white,
through ups and downs,
through laughter and tears,
you have always been there with me.

To be loved by you,
and to love you,
are indeed two of the best things that ever happened in my life.
And with hands held high I shall pray,
that these two things will keep happening
for the rest of my life.

Happy 500th days.
I love you once,
I love you twice,
I love you more than beans and rice.

FourTwoSeventh

Boy I think about it every night and day 

I'm addicted wanna jump inside your love 

I wouldn't wanna have it any other way 

I'm addicted and I just can't get enough

Yes, you got me addicted since the past 426 days. And please, don't stop.

I want moreeeeeeeeeee!! 

I love you to infinity and beyond, you Sweet Talker! :p

Happy 427th Magnificent Day.

 

I Won't Give Up

Sayang,

God knows what we have gone through.

And I strongly believe that He put us through those trials because He wants us to grow stronger and wiser. 

As much as I won't give up on us, I hope you will do the same too.

I love you, Baby. I love us. 

Love Letter #1

Assalamualaikum,

Dear my future imam,

As you would have known, I borrowed your left rib.
And you should know that I have no intention of giving it back to you.
Likewise, I hope I can own your heart.
And I hope that I will never have to return it to you.

Dear my future teacher who will indefatigably teach me the lessons of life,

I don't know how to cook very well. We may end up dining at a restaurant two or three times a week, thanks to my super hectic schedule and pure laziness. Even if I manage to cook, I may end up putting extra salt in the dishes that I prepare. And the cakes are most probably going to be overcooked. And there is a fat chance that I don't even know the name of the delicacies that I cook. Can it get any worse? Yes. The coffee that you will ask me to prepare for you during breakfast, it may not cater your taste buds.  I may not become the best chef in town. Or serve a signature dish that will make you proud. But, I promise that I won't stop trying. I will try to spend some time to make new dishes, tho I may constantly take a peek at the recipe which I have googled earlier. I will not allow you to go to bed with an empty stomach, tho we may not be talking the whole day as I sulk because you refuse to let me buy the bag that I've been eyeing on. Most importantly, I will stuff you with lots of love until there is no empty space left in your heart.

Dear my future life and jannah partner,

I'm not a seamstress. I can't sew in a straight line. I haven't completed any sewing projects before although the textile stores have become my second home lately. I will beg you for a sewing machine and believe me, I won't stop begging until I get one. Still, I can't assure you that I will actually sew something out of it. In fact, the sewing machine will be most probably collecting dust in a corner in your home-office. I will purposely coax you to allow me to put it there as I don't want to tarnish the beautiful view of our future living room. Even though needle and thread have never been my best friend, I promise that I will sew the loosen buttons of your shirts. But for the damaged zip, I think it is wiser to have it sent to the tailor. Most importantly, I promise that I will help you to sew the shattered dreams of yours (as long as it doesn't involve getting yourself a new wifey!).

Dear my future caretaker and personal body guard,

I am neither a nurse nor a doctor. I can't even pronounce the names of the medicine correctly. I will not be able to differentiate between the fever pills and the flu pills. The only physical wound that I will be able to take care of is papercut. Nothing more, nothing less. But I promise to put your health as my prime concern. I will make (or get) you a bowl(s) of chicken porridge whenever you're not feeling well. I will take or drag you to the clinic. Most importantly, I will take care of your heart. I will never let it break into smithereens. In fact, I will never allow it to break at all.

Dear the future king of my heart,

I am not a princess. And I am not a beauty pageant. I don't walk and talk like one. I can't even wave my hand like one. I don't have a mesmerizing smile or long silky hair that will melt your heart. And knowing how awful my look can be in the morning, I will try not to mind if you decide to wake up on the other side of the bed. But I can promise you that I will mind my manners. I will keep our little secrets. I will not disclose our private and personal matters to public. I will not shout our problems to the whole world. I will take care of your dignity. I will take care of my dignity. And I will take of our future family's dignity. Most importantly, I will treat you like a king and put you before any other things.

Dear my future husband,

Yes, I am far from perfection. I have a gazillion flaws that if I decide to list them down, you may need to sacrifice your sleep for seven nights. Yes, no kidding. Because I am more than just a normal damsel in distress. I am a lost cause.

I just hope and wish that you will accept me the way I am. My flaws. My bads. My downs. My foolishness. My stupid sulks. My inability to stay composed. My tears that will shamelessly roll down on my cheeks. My ridiculous ideas. My spontaneous acts. My silly over-thinking behaviour. My jealousy. My impulsive decisions. My shopping habits. My long wishlist that doesn't need to be fulfilled. My heart. My endless love.

In return, I will accept every single thing about you. I will not judge you based on your past. I will cherish our future.

Dear Mohd Redzuan Mohd Zin,

Will you allow me to wake you up at night so that we can perform qiamullail together? Will you listen to me as I recite the Testimony of Faith and correct my mispronunciations? Will you bring me to Mecca? Will you educate me on deen? Will you take care of my aurah?
In short, will you take my hand and lead me to His jannah?

Much love,
Siti Aqilah Abdul Rahim,
Your future wife (in shaa Allah).

p/s : Now that I have re-read this, it started to sound like a proposal, especially the last bit. Gulp!

This is not a complaint.

He just got back from Sydney.
Two days later, he was deputed to Thailand.
He flew back and left for Singapore two days later.
After spending five days here, he is off to Thailand. Again.
Two days after coming back, he is scheduled to leave for South Korea. For two weeks.

The long distance just got longer.

While others may envy his frequent abroad trips, I secretly wish that he will be spending more time at home. Well, it isn't really a secret because I know he knows that I want him to know that this is my wish. No, don't take me wrong. I am not complaining. I am happy for him. He gets to do things that he loves the most, something that I doubt I will get a chance to do, even in years to come. He gets to live his dream, and nothing will make me happier than that.

I knew what I was getting myself into, way before committing myself to him. According to the maps app on my phone, we live almost 512 km apart. That is equal to 8 hours of driving or 45 minutes of flying. But I don't know how many weeks it will take if we decide to walk instead. Being this far from each other, and thanks to the heavily packed schedules that both of us have to attend to, we only get to meet every three to four months. We had foreseen this back then. We had talked about this even before he commenced his quest to win my heart. He once asked me, 'what if you're asked to teach in your hometown? Would we still be able to meet each other?' and I replied, 'We can meet during the school holidays.' So, as you could have guessed, that is how things work for us now. So, really, no complaints!

Don't hide it. I could read what lingers at the back of your mind now. I know you'll be asking, 'So, if you're so used with the distance, why would you be bothered when he is deputed to work abroad?'

The answers are:

- Timezone.

- Unstable connection.

- Extra working hours.

So, yes, I am not complaining. But sometimes I wish he can spend a wee bit more of his time at home. He gets to rest and I get to call him any time of the day. Most importantly, I don't have to worry about his well being. Halal food is being served in almost every corner of Malaysia. See, it's a win-win situation.

Distance makes the hearts grow fonder

But since I am so damn madly in love with him, I choose to just live with this. Distance is nothing but another 8-letter word. No kidding! ;)

Rakastan sinua koko sydämestäni ♥

G'day, mate. ;p

Today is our three hundreds and sixty sixth day of being an item and I swear to God, I am so damn freaking over the moon. And because of that, today I grinned like an idiot and I reckon some of the teachers (and students) might have noticed it.

I am happy.
I am jubilant.
I am extremely exultant.
I'm happy like a kid who had just eaten her Happy Meal.
I'm happy like I have been given a limitless credit card and I can shop all shoes and handbags and dresses and scarfs and every single thing that I want and I don't even have to pay a single penny for that.
Yes, I am that happy.
I am happy to the extent that I fail to find perfect words or phrases to express my supreme happiness.

Aite, I may as well stop telling you how happy I am; I think I have over-used the word 'happy'.

Anyhow, no worries as I won't bore you with how everything started a year ago. I prefer to keep it as our little secret, something that will be told over and over again to our kids, InsyaAllah.

Over a year of committing myself to this relationship, I have experienced a lot of life-changing lessons.
I have finally learned how to put my trust in the hands of a guy.
I learned to dream beyond the sky.
I learned to allow my heart to be pleased with imperfections.
I learned to deliberate over my decisions.
I learned to give without taking.
I learned to love without hating.
And I learned to let my guard down.

Since the past 366 days, not a day has gone by without us talking to each other. Good morning texts and good night calls are vital. Like others, we do fight and have rows and arguments. But, we never conclude the day with anger. That, is among millions of things that I love about us.

I could go on and on and talk about how magical our love story is. But I won't because I know some of you are already on your way running for buckets. Gotcha!

So,

O Allah, thank You for these 366 days of pure happiness and awesomeness. I am forever grateful to You for leading us to each another. While others get to brag about how big their house is, or how well they do in their business, or how much money they make everyday or how bright their skin glow, You give me reasons and more reasons to be grateful for being blessed with a man who happens to be my best friend, my guardian, my caretaker, my secret keeper and my joker.
Thank You for listening to my prayer.
And please, ease our journey to Your jannah.

Three hundreds and sixty six days ago, I stopped reading fairy tales as I began to write one of my own. Thank you, co-writer, Mohd Redzuan bin Mohd Zin. ;) 

It's been a year, Love. A year full of love. ♥

Signs that You are with the Right One

Here's a checklist that can help you to measure the compatibility between you and your significant other. 

1- Do you laugh at each other?

2 - Can you see yourself with him/her in thirty years to come?

3 - Does his/her embrace feel like home? Is he the one that you seek in time of joy, sorrow and boredom?

4 - Can you read him/her like an open book? Does he/she buy your fake smiles?

5 - Does he/she know what to do when things get rough for you?

6 - Does the healthy and loving relationship of yours make others envy and wish they are in your shoes?

7 - When you have a good or bad news, is he/she the one that you turn to?

How many YES did you score? 

;D

Lafee - Tell me why

I am extremely extremely extremely extremely busy but somehow I feel obliged to keep my blog updated. So here I am. I try to recruit my brain cells to start working and find me some beautifully creative words to write. But meh. As always, they refuse to obey my commands and left me hanging like the hangaroo.

Aite, as much as I love to pour out all of my brain cells here as a punishment for their refusal, I got to work on my scripts and hence, I have to put this post to an end. Prematurely. As always.

But before that, I'm going to leave you guys (and girls) with this favourite song of mine. It was sang by my favourite Deutch artist, Lafee. Will put more infos/vids/piccies of Lafee once I have time to do so.

Until then, enjoy yourself. And sweet dreams! ;)

That Girl in the Mirror

I often feel insecure about myself. Over the years, I have successfully developed the idea that I will never be good enough for my beloveds as I believe that I will never be able to meet their expectations.

And truth be told, there are times when I hate myself for being myself.

So, last night, for the hundredth time, my superboyfriend and I had a discussion on this issue (yet again). I could tell that he was getting tired of talking about the same thing over and over again.

The talk went on and on for a while and I kept denying whatever being said.

Suddenly, he made me stood next to him and asked me to look straight into a mirror.

He grabbed my arm and said,

'I love that girl in the mirror.'
'Every little thing about her.'

I think I cried.

No, I didn't. But I did shed a tiny tear and tried damn hard to make it invisible to his eyes.

Weddream

It's been a while.
Again.
I know.

So, Hello! ;)

Anyhow,
A friend of mine liked this wedding business on facebook and out of curiosity, I clicked the page too and voila! I found heaven. I was drowned in the idea of a perfect wedding for a while and truth be told, I can't believe how wedding-enthusiastic I've became. Waaaah!

I wasn't a big fan of weddings until recently. Couple of years ago, I set my priority and kept my focus on creating my version of a perfect career. It was my biggest dream to be successful, career-wise. I was so focused and couldn't be bothered to think about getting married. In fact, I would get really grumpy and peevish every time my mom asked me to accompany her to attend a wedding ceremony. Don't ask me why I developed such preference but I must confess, the idea seemed to excite me. I frequently spent my time thinking about ways to earn more money and to keep myself occupied. Tho money wasn't really my omphalos, I can't deny that it somehow motivated me to keep going. So that was me then. When I was in my early twenties, energetic and ambitious. When weddings were just not my thing.

What have changed, you may ask.

There is only one answer to that. I have found a guy that knocks my heart (and he still keeps knocking) and I am eager to let him in.

Now, at the age of 25 (please, read this as SEVENTEEN), I change my mind and start to think that weddings are not as bad as I used to think. In fact, they are not bad at all. On the contrary, they emit positive vibes, the kind of feeling that makes you feel like you want one of your own too. So yeah, I am proud to announce that I no longer despise the idea of me getting married. Yayness!!

Anyway, let's get to the real deal.
I have been surveying a few dias(es) or better known as pelamin among us Malaysians. And I found a few that catch my attention.

For instance,

this one,

or this one,

and this one too,

or this,

And for cakes, I love something nerdy like this one,

or fairytale-ish like this,

and this one too,

And finally, here are my preferred wedding invitation cards,

and this one too,

and this pop out card,

Eyecandies, they are, right? For sure, I won't be getting anything like those for my dad is a very super duper creative person and knowing him, I am 110% sure that he will getting me something more beautiful than any of these. Okay, perasan je. There are many more actually but I am too lazy to copy the links. Hehehe. 

I also have a few wedding gowns/dresses that left me breathless but since I have plans to mix and match them, I would rather keep them to myself so that it will come out as a surprise when my time arrives soon. Weee~ 

Aite, at this point, please don't get me wrong. As much as I love weddings, I have no actual realistic plan to organize one any time soon. It will most probably happen next year, or the year after but certainly not this year. I still have few things that I need to attend to and until everything is fully resolved, there is no way anyone can hear my wedding bell rings.

Really, thinking about a dream wedding is rather addictive and I can't seem to find a way to stop. I wonder whether guys do occupy their braincells with thoughts like this too. Tho I highly doubt that. Ehee.

I prefer my wedding to be simple yet memorable. ;)

And with that, I have to put this entry to its end. It is almost eleven and I have to go.

Tata!

Semoga Allah permudahkan urusan jodoh kita semua. 

Amin. 

;)

Nine Nine!

Much love to you for allowing me to share your joy and sorrow since the last nine months. You have no idea how grateful I am.

Thank you Baby!


Here's a little something for you. ;)


♡♡♡

You are the apple of my eye
You make me wanna fly

You are the silver lining of my cloud
You constantly make me proud

You are the sugar to my rush
You are my only favourite crush

You are the drug to my addict
Being with you, I don't want the clock to ever tick

You are the sun to my light
You make my smile becomes so bright

♡♡♡


This poem is incomplete, yes I am fully aware of the fact. But since I was running out of time (to think of the additional verses which can help to complement the poem), I had to settle with this one.

Boo Moment Of Mine

I am such a funny little girl. You see, I am in this superlong distance relationship with my superboyfriend. Hence, we don't get to see much of each other. So, despite all the cookings and bakings (yes, I purposedly put the 's' there to emphasize how many cooking and baking that I have been doing lately), my superboyfriend is yet to taste any of the delicious cuisine of mine.

Anyway, my superboyfriend travelled 7 hours last week to see me. And he brought me two doodle bears to keep me accompanied while he's away for work. Flattered with his romantic gestures, I have decided to return his love by surprising him with my baking. After much deliberation, I have chosen to bake a red velvet cake, seeing that the recipe and me are closely acquainted recently.

The fact that we rarely have a chance to date resulted in us trying to spend as much time together as possible. He arrived on the Friday evening and we went out for dinner. Only after that I had a chance to rummage through my mom's kitchen to look for the ingredients that I might need for the baking. To my great disappointment, many of the important ingredients were no where to be found in the vicinity. I was about to head out to do some shopping before I realised that it was already eleven. Post Meridiem! Grr..

I was left with no choice but to try out a different recipe. The problem with the recipe was, I never tried it out before. Hence I did not know what to expect out of it. I was nervous. I never felt this way before but maybe this is a sign. Or perhaps, the reason why I got all edgy was because I was trying to cook for someone who is very most probably will be spending his whole life eating my cooking. Anyhow, I chose to carry out the previously-planned surprise using the newly-found recipe and guess what, the cake surprised me instead! It looked nothing like the cake made from my favourite secret recipe and it tasted NOTHING like it. Oh yeah, in case you couldn't have guessed, the cake (my supposed-to-be red velvet cake) went all wrong! I was devastated but I tried to be optimistic as I always am. The process took me couple of hours and I headed to bed at 3.

I was anxious and restless and I couldn't sleep that night. I woke up at five but since I was in this semi-conscious state, I remained in the bed for some moments while waiting for the Subuh prayer to due. Right after performing Subuh, I went to the kitchen and took out the cream cheese and whipping cream to desfrost them and allow them to cool at room temperature. Eh, why am I being so deliberate with my story? Let's just skip this. I wouldn't want to bore you to death reading this. I barely have readers who are willing to read my entries voluntarily. I couldn't afford to lose the small group (as if there is any) that I have!

So the story shall continue here. Aite, it was seven by that time and I had to drive my sister to a photography competition by a beach and that beach requires 30 minutes of driving. And I was scheduled to meet my superboyfriend for breakfast at eight so I really need to act fast. The cream cheese was not completely defrosted as it needed more time. This later resulted in formation of lumps in my frosting mixture. At this stage, I was about to give up but my heart told me not to. With only fifteen minutes left before the clock stroke eight, I quickly showered and dolled up myself for our date. Just before I left, I tasted the cake for the last time and it was then I realised that I had to forfeit this plan of mine. Not only that the cake looked horrible, the taste also failed to do it any justice.

Basically, that was how my surprise ended. Right into the trash can. I didn't eat the leftover of the cake. Neither did my family as I warned them not to. Frustrated, yes! A lot indeed! But I have learnt a valuable lesson. Never plan a surprise unplanned.

I hope I didn't smell bad on our date. Especially after I was half an hour late.

Sorry!!

Medilove Kit

So here is the story which was meant to be blogged yesterday but I had to have it postponed as it contained country's top secret. Blergh.

You see, my superboyfriend is super manja. Despite his attempt to be gagah perkasa all the time and take good care of me, he has a high tendency to fall ill everytime he travels abroad. Being a responsible and loving girlfriend, I did remind him to prepare himself with a medical kit which can be consumed in the time of emergency. But as you could have guessed, my efforts did not avail.

Hence, when he told me that he will be spending the first two weeks of Ramadhan in Laemchabang, I have decided to equip him with a medical kit which has been made with lots of love.

I have included things which I believe are vital for him to have. I might not be around when he falls ill next time, but I have my little soldiers to do wonder and help him to recover.
Here is how my medilove kit looks like. No fancy-wrapping whatsoever, thanks to the time constraint. Haih.











Nonetheless, I wish you would never need these things for I always pray for your health. ;)



p/s: Told ya. This is a poyo post. ;p

My Ouch Moment Part 2

me : Sayang, you tau tak klu kita lap tgn kita dgn tisu sblm basuh tgn, tgn kita jadik tak berminyakkkkk..

him : Sayang, you tau tak klu kita jilat jari lps mkn sblm basuh tgn, tgn kita jadik tak berminyakkkk.. 

me : Ouch!

him : Hehe. Dan ianya sunnah, Sayang. 

Aiaiaiaiaia..

Jatuh cinta lagi!

kelapan!

Today is our eighth month-versary.

So Sayang,

Because

I love you once,

I love you twice.

I love you more than beans and rice.

disclaimer : I don't own the picture. I just happened to find it in my sis' laptop. ;D

183 Days And Counting

Today marks our 183 days of being together. Quite an achievement for me, I must confess, as I never got this far in any relationship before. Yay for us! ;)

So, Sayang, thank you very much for always be there to catch me from falling. You are always there when I believe that my world is crumbling down. You encourage me to start believing. You keep listening to my rants and chants. You are like my personal private blog who would always always read my thoughts like an open book.

I am fully aware of my tendency to throw tantrums at anytime of the day (and that particular time of the month). But you never complained (except for once or twice). You always know how to comfort me and make me feel like I am never alone.

Sayang, thank you for your patience, guidance, love, care and protection. I am forever thankful and grateful for your willingness to lend me your eyes, your ears and most of all, the most comfortable shoulder to lean on. I am indeed the luckiest girl alive. A better replacement simply does not exist.

I apologize for my flaws that you had to put up with so far and I apologize for the upcoming flaws. I am sorry if I ever shattered your dreams and my inability to become the way you wanted me to be. And do accept my apologies for every tiny bit of imperfection that I had offered you so far.

Falling in love with you is the best involuntary process that I ever went through. Being in love with you is the best decision that I ever made. And being loved by you is the best thing that ever happened to me.

You're my ultimate wish. May Allah help us as we cruise this life and I pray to Allah to guide us to the path that will lead us to Him.

Semoga Allah permudahkan urusan jodoh kita, Sayang. ;)

Happy 183th Day. ;)

You Got Me

A stunningly creative video. ;)

Oh I just can't get enough! ;)

song : You Got Me
artist : Colbe Caillat