Happy Birthday Paksu dearie

This post is for my beloved paksu who is celebrating his birthday today..

Happy birthday paksu!!!

Hope u have a good one

I want a maksu la cepat sikit kahwin J

May all ur wishes and doa will be granted by Allah amin..

p/s : for a man life begins at 50 so don’t worry u have a long way to go to reach 50 :P

Happy feet part 2

So it is a done deal shera is coming since finally she purchased her flight tix n she is coming for a whole month...hell yeah babe im sure u need a good rest after 4 whole months of working round the clock kan...furthermore she got a good deal as well her flight tics is only rm 2139 n that is a super cheap price for a ticket purchased in msia...owh n btw ive already extended my euro trip vacation ;) hehehe so instead of going to ONLY Barcelona, shera n i decided to go to paris and rome as well...in paris adila n ammar will be joining us as well (Disneyland here i come!!)...it is definitely a crazy purchased n decision bcos i am DEAD BROKE until the end of the month cos i need to purchase flight tickets for shera as well...so shida mintak duit for hotel barca sept kay :Pone week to go je pon kan...before i came here i have a list of places where i really want to go n Alhamdulillah after purchasing this flight tickets i am only left with one more place that i really2 want to go which is turkey hopefully next year ill visit u turkey Jn if i have extra budget the berlin Christmas market suggested by shida might be a good place to go hahahhaha...shida jgn buat i migraine n heart attack k dgn berangan nak pegi santorini with adila lagi mcm mane nih...kan best kalau bapak i Donald trump heheheh...

Until then will blog soon xoxo

read this - it is about marriage sedih tau :(

MARRIAGE

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

happy feet!!

i am super happy this past few weeks...i received few good news..first of all my dear friend shahkierra gave birth to a beautiful baby boy a.k.a mohamad syahmi..i am so happy for u shak x sangka u da jadi mummy..be a good mummy k n dgr ckp husband u jgn degil2 heheheh..n please ask niena to upload syahmi's photos on fb lg k...i want to see his progress cewahhh n the next good news is that my dear friend nadrah is getting married...i am so happy for her but i am really sorry nad that i couldnt attend ur wedding december nih sbb i balik january n btw post i yg betrayed tuh bukan untuk u la hahahah....n finally sheera decided to come n visit me this october wehooooooooooooooooo n i just purchased a flight ticket to Barcelona...happy happy month for me heheheh im jumping off the roof :)

Ramadhan Kareem :)

This is my first time fasting abroad and away from my family and a little bit of sad emotion rushing through me (hehehhe)..hopefully insyAllah next year ill be fasting with my family again..i think i tend to appreciate ramadhan more when im abroad...i miss having sahur with my family, i miss breaking fast with my family..i miss going to terawih with my mom since last year i havent had the time to accompany her since i need to work from 9pm till 6am..this is the 2nd year my mom is going to perform her terawih alone..insyAllah ma next year ill try my best to be by ur side ok :)n i miss going to PASAR RAMADHAN MELAWATI with my dear shani!!!shan going to pasar ramadhan dgn awk is the best la..both of us will go crazy n we will queue like mad at kedai tauhu anura, tepung pelita n popia sambal...n both of us will giggle like mad when we passed through kedai ikan bakar because of rahimin kan shan..how i miss this moment with u la babe..n then shan this year please organize berbuke puasa together tau..since before this im always the organizer so bile i xde dont forget u r next in line to organize it heheheh...pastu upload gamba banyak2 k so that i can be jealous heheheh...missing the time bile bukak puasa when we have to take turn dukung faliq since bagi can mak die makan kan hahahah..i miss all those moments la so mcm mane nak keje sini nih :p finally i would like to take this opportunity to wish happy fasting month to everyone out there especially to all my beloved KAWAII friends and all my darling cousins n not to forget my fellow AMMians..love u guys a lot!!