Why I Started.

Assalamualaikum everybody!

Hope new year’s day was spent in the best way you had planned/imagined. I basically slept at 12.15am, woke up to cook and made an impromptu plan to go to Mustafa. Surprisingly, the crowd was not as bad as we always dreaded (but we never learn anyways), so it was a rather breezy trip.

I was briefly scrolling down this space, and realized that I haven’t been updating as much. I mean, I used to love posting entries after entries, I think you might  even spot what type of toothpaste I used!

Priorities changed. My mindset changed. I no longer want to share with you what type of toothpaste I use anymore. There are more important things in life, like praying for world peace, responsibilities, grooming future generations, reminiscing the past, current affairs, Islamic affairs, and so much more.

Why did I start blogging? Because it was a simple transition from handwritten diaries to the online version (saved the trees too). I tried Blogspot, MSN, Tumblr (just to name a few) before I settled at WordPress. By then, I knew the hassle of hopping all over the place (oh the html codes) but WordPress had a function to import your entries from your previous address to theirs. After that, I told myself I am never going to bother myself with anymore hopping.

But overtime, I find myself updating lesser. I don’t know why I have the habit to create/save drafts, and when I revisit them at a later time, I find them irrelevant then, DELETE –> No post –> End process.

I would love to give this space another chance. Let me find my inspiration, because I really hope and want my entries can be regarded as a form of ‘sharing sessions’ and/or at least beneficial. In shaa Allah. Enough with personal stuffs (like what I ate yesterday), and stuffs.

Let’s give you a new lease of life!!

(Just kidding, I never shared what type of toothpaste I used. Heh.)

Too much good

Anyone...anyone? I say this everytime I mic check haha:

October was so so good, I was actually dreading November. And now we are already reaching the end of November. Pffft.

So many good stuffs happened in October, such as D and my birthdays. Then birthday celebrations. Then some more birthday celebrations.

(That’s one of the pros of being married. Spouse celebrates your birthday. Family celebrates your birthday. Your in-laws celebrate your birthday. Woohoo! But please eh, don’t get married solely for this reason. -_-)

Wedding receptions. These days I appreciate invitations to wedding receptions, sejak dah kawin ni kan. LOL. I have no idea why I used to dread it a lot!

Then some more birthday celebrations.

Hahaha. Okok. I’ll stop, to the next October!

(Image from here.)


Last Saturday night, for some reason which I did not ask, D browsed through my IG, from my first to latest post. Of course he did this selectively, because I have posted over 1000 photos to date, or else next week pun belum game.

And then this photo was one of the ‘selected’ ones:


That led to another, and then to wedding photo, and then to pre-wedding photo… and then I silently cried myself to sleep.

I was 63 kilos. I am sad.

But I am NOT going to beat myself over it.

Morning People

Most of the time I had been commuting by bus/train to work, today I observed something.

I was at the bus stop near my place, it was 6.50am and it was the school holidays. The bus operator recently changed to a new one and I have heard mixed reviews about it. I saw two kids of about the same age, probably on their way to their childcare centre or the babysitter’s place with their mums… one was sleepy and grumpy as hell, while the other was chirpy, so awake. No grand prize for guessing who’s the morning person.

During one of my religious classes, we were told that everyone one of us is born with a good nature, all innocent. It is experience, environment and the people we mix with that determines what we become later in life.

I wonder, if all of us were born as a morning person. If we find ourselves forcing ourselves out of our ‘puaka’ beds, what changed us? What??!!

As much as I plan at ni ght to wake up so fresh the next morning, I often find myself pressing the snooze button on my radio alarm. On the other hand, I have a colleague who automatically wakes up at 5am EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. without the help of any alarm clock.

What sorcery is this?

Day 30: Highs & Lows

Your highs and lows for the month

To be honest, I am not one who keeps track of highs and lows for the month, or the week, or even a day.

What I can say here is this:

Every time we experience highs in our lives, it should be treasured memories. And every time we experience lows in our lives, we must never let it get to us and make us feel discouraged. Think positively, let’s move on with our heads up high .