wedding bells

I have a new, pitiful distraction in life. *head hangs in shame*
I Angelicbug, am addicted to anything weddings. Well, mostly wedding photos and videos on youtube of the ceremony, the celebration, the makeup, the details of the decors, details on the dresses, wedding themes, locations, colors, etc etc.

NO, I am not getting hitched.

Anyway, this sickness started few weeks back. One photo led to another and *bam* I’m hooked. *sighs*

I would “oohh” and “aahhh” every picture I see. I would unconsciously trail the details of the beautiful gown as if I could feel the soft beautiful material under my fingers. I smiled when I see the bride and groom so beautiful and happy. I laughed when I see the little ring bearer’s making faces during the ceremony. I cried when I see the father daughter dance video. I make mental notes on the things I like and the things I don’t like.

I could go on and on about this.

Have I lost my mind?
Macam kan?

I got so many wedding ideas with no wedding to plan.
Bila larr adik-adik ku mau kahwin ni?
At least I could try to convince them to have their dream wedding my way.
*evil laugh*

the best fried noodles

I feel like throwing up.

No, I am not sick. Not physically. I don’t think so.

I am just tired with these circumstances and before I could resolve one matter, another one hit me between the eyes.

Not. Funny. At. All.

I’ve complained to Cherry Third Quarter Kinky Queen about my misadventures this year and she was sympathetic by telling me, I am not alone. It has been a pretty bad year for a lot of people. When I think about it, she is right.

So I counted my blessings and realized I had a pretty good year, so far. It’s just that the headache/heartache that comes consistently kills the excitement of the not often happened happiness.

The good things are like fireworks. It is beautiful and exciting but only lasts then and there. You can always reminisce about it but if you’re with overloaded memory storage like me, you will only remember the sparks and not the other details.

I was so happy about something the other day, I was grinning from one ear to another for three days! Now, when I want to recreate that joy, I can only manage a smile. It is frustrating.

So how would I describe the strings of problems I need to untangle myself from? Like never ending ant bites. Or mosquitoes. Take your pick.

I have always appreciated the little things in life and at times like this I am always grateful for them. This morning I came to work hungry and the mail I read made me want to crawl back to bed and hide from the rest of the world.

Just when I thought the day will go downhill, a colleague came in to the office and offered me a packet of fried noodle and it was delicious! Happiness.

Never thought a packet of fried noodle could brighten up my day.

Those who are having a bad day, cheer up. Something good will definitely come your way. To those who are having a fantastic day, share some love with those who need it ya.

Cheers.

strong wind last night

The weather went psychotic last night.

My son was so worried he kept quiet, a very rare happening, until he fell asleep, all curled up next to me with one hand grabbing my shirt to make sure I won’t leave him.

Maybe it has something to do with me telling him that the rain is angry because he does not want to go to bed early. *grins*

It sure felt like Mother Nature was upset about something. I went outside to collect Ekiel’s school sock from the clothe line, I worry it would be blown away and we’ll have the early morning missing sock drama again, and I was shocked to see the force of the wind. If I weren’t *ahem* heavy, I think I’ll terbang too. *hee*

I knew it was a typhoon from somewhere and true enough in today’s paper, one part of the Philippines was hit by the typhoon and thousands of people were left homeless. I feel sorry for them.

I wonder how do one live in constant worry for their life?
I already have enough headache thank you very much.

Imagine having to fear for your loved ones’ safety every single day. Gila eh.

I get all nervous when Ekiel is feverish, what more when I have to worry about the typhoon, or earthquake, etc.

Dear Universe,

Please give these people a break ya.

Thank you.

Ekiel, Ekiel

Me: So terror the boy berlakon. I suka oh.

Ekiel: Coz you had a bad day *mumble mumble* you sing a sad song and you turn it around *mumble muble*

Me: *stares at Ekiel* What you doing?
Ekiel: I can sing bah.

Me: Apa this?

Ekiel: Mommy say the boy can berlakon. I can sing.

Me: Suka hati kau larr

Ekiel: Mommy bah!

Me: *claps hands*

Ekiel: *smiles proudly*

~~

Ekiel: Mommy, what is this? (Shows a pencil written book price and code in the cover of his Noddy’s Adventure Book)

Me: Your name bah that. Ezekiel.

Ekiel: Manada Ekiel this. None ‘E’

~~

I needed a dress for a function so went over to a family friend’s house to do the measurement. My cousin who also needed a dress for her Holy Communion ceremony was the first to be measured. Ekiel was doing his dance routine which no one really paid attention to.

When it was my turn to be measured, suddenly Ekiel stood in front of me. I tried pushing him to the side, he won’t even move. Then I realized what was happening. Ekiel thought the aunty was trying to tie me with the measurement tape! *LOL*

My mom and I played tricks on Ekiel few weeks back using a measurement tape. I pretended to tie my mom and vice versa and Ekiel flipped. He thought the aunty wanted to do the same to me.

So funny.
I am so going to miss this when he’s all grown up and busy protecting some chick.
*sighs*

intellects and desires

I wish September would end already.
I haven’t had migraine like this for the longest time.
*bangs head on wall*

I know I always whine and complained about life and may sometimes appear insensitive to other people’s misery. I am sorry about your headache but before I could try to save the world, I have to fix myself first.

Some of you may want to try that too.
Kan?

Anyway, there was an article in the national newspaper last week about polygamy.
I am not going to comment on that but I did find bits and pieces of the article, interesting.

It was written that a man has 9 intellects and 1 “internal” desire while a woman has 1 intellect and 9 “internal” desires.

"A woman when left to her desires becomes very dangerous like a tiger. In fact, even fiercer than that. If the world is left to women, we will be open to continuous war."

Well, the men aren’t exactly doing a great job either. *rolls eyes*

9 “internal” desires eh?
I was curious.
Is it really about what I think it is because everyone else seems to think so too.

Where do I go for information? The Internet of course!
I tried to find the English version of it but that didn’t happened.
I did however found a few sites in the Malay language about the phrase.

There were, of course, many versions to it.
Someone said that phrase is originally from a conversation of two religious and wise people, Rabiah Al Adawiyah and Imam Hasan Al Basri.

In one blog I read, Uztaz Hasrizal Mohd Jamil who wrote the book “Aku terima nikahnya...” reviewed this phrase in a more positive manner.

(Translated from my own understanding)
Men are blessed with 9 logics and 1 emotion while women are blessed with 1 logic and 9 emotions. This is why men are given the responsibility to deal situations using their logic while women are responsible with emotional situations.

This only reaffirms what I blogged about earlier, men and women are created to complement each other.

My point is, everyone has the right to believe and choose what they think is right and how to live their life. I respect that. Unfortunately, there are many circumstances when most of us do not really understand the real story when forming our opinions.

I think this is one of the reasons why some people just can never get along.
When we learn to be more open and genuinely interested with things that are outside our bubbles, we’ll be surprised to learn that, everyone, yes, you and me, are not that different after all.

Already gone.

I heart this song very very much.

oh boy!

I wonder, why Fate, in all her wisdom would set up a 107 year old woman with a 38 year old man? Even if she is in her 80’s as suggested by the Registration Department, the whole thing is just madness.

Pics from The Star Newspaper
Mek Wok Kundor, the infamous hunter for husband no. 23

She could have been his grandma for goodness sake!

Is it love?
You know, it’s hard to say and the only one who would know the real story is the husband. However, in below article, it was mentioned that the National Narcotics Agency offered to transfer the husband to a nearby rehabilitation centre and yet he declined because he said he is more comfortable in the centre he’s currently at. Puh-leez larr, you claimed to love your wife of four years and yet you would not want to transfer to a nearby centre where she could visit you frequently.

Daily Express, 20th September 2009

She’s 107, not 17!

The age gap is not the only thing that surprised me. The fact that she had married 21 times before left me speechless. No wonder my friends and I are still single. Cupids, Fate and Universe are all so busy finding this woman, Mek Wok Kundor, husbands. *chuckles*

Btw, Mek Wok Kundor is only 2 husbands away to be the Most Married Woman in the world, and apparently there is a Guinness Record for that!
Malaysia definitely boleh!

I applaud her for not giving up on love and marriage. You would think after the first 10, she would rather be single. I would!

On a different note, why is it that every article available on the web or even on printed newspaper differs from one another? I also feel bad for Mek because now the whole world think she’s on the lookout for husband no. 23 and was even said eyeing on a 50-year old. Another article claimed that the representative of Kuala Berang, Zawawi Ismail would help Mek to create an FB account in order to help her find love no. 23. *grins* FB bah.

No, this is not her FB profile. This is just to prove a point. With no intention to upset anyone or for it to be abused and misused in any way.

What does Mek think of the news sensation about her hubby hunting?
She is offended.

So, that's not true?
What is the truth then?
I guess we will never know.

Whatever it is, I do wish her all the happiness in the world.

trying too hard

WTH happened to Shakira?
“She Wolf” music video is crazy and I didn’t mean that in a good way. Maybe it’s just me but I really thought it was just another upcoming wacky singer when I realized it was indeed the “Hips Don’t Lie” diva. *shakes head in disbelief*

It’s like she couldn’t decide if she was Madonna, Beyonce or Lady Gaga so she or someone else decides she should be all of them combined. Throw in Amy Winehouse, she would be the perfect. Again, not in a good way.

Why is she and everyone else wearing nothing but lycra these days? And why is everyone in their, quoting my mom here, “bathing suits’ or something like that? Why why why?

She said she’s a She Wolf, craving for a lover, so seriously, what’s with the tutu and that hairstyle? Maybe no one but Shakira would be able to seduce a lover looking like a mental ballerina.

Why is the music video so very the 1980s?

Do you call that dancing? I miss her kick-arse booty shaking.

I do however applaud her acrobatic stunts in that cage thingy. *claps hand* Scary but so very the flexible one.

So maybe I am too critical but I think Shakira is one hot woman who didn’t have to try so hard to be sexy. She wore T-shirt and that long skirt thingy (I’m sure there is a name for it) in her “Hips Don’t Lie” video and she is super super hot.

The new video only reminded me of someone who is desperate to sell her album.

Is that how you sell you album these days? By showing more skin? Even the male singers are singing with their tops off too, flexing that very yummy body. I am not complaining but most time I don’t even remember what they were singing. *LOL*.

Watching Madonna’s music video “Celebration”, I told myself when I am at that age, I’ll age gracefully and with that I mean I do not have the need to show that much of skin to the public.

I agree she still is hot for someone her age but shouldn’t she move on to the next level? I understand her new music is for the new generation but how long more do we want to see a 50+ year old woman dancing and showing her *ahem* undies?

Don’t get me wrong. I love Madonna and Shakira but I really don’t think it was necessary for them to be so tacky. Leave the madness to Lady Gaga or Katy Perry. It suits them better.

Men, do help

Men and women are created to complement each other.

This is why men are given the extra physical strength so they could do all the heavy lifting while women are blessed with the inner strength to experience child birth.

For this reason, whenever I see this “balance” disturbed, I’ll automatically roll my eyes in disappointment.

I was standing outside a supermarket about a week ago while waiting for our Ramly burger, which by the way was a big disappointment, I saw a family (dad, mom and a boy about Ekiel’s age) walking out. The dad led the way with a small plastic bag of bar soaps and toothpaste on one hand and a ciggie on the other. About three steps behind him was the mom who was carrying a bigger plastic with a packet of powdered detergent and a bottle of fabric softener on one hand with the boy in the other who was also carrying a small plastic bag on his own.

I sure hope the dad at least offered to carry the heavier item, if he didn’t, well shame on him. Dragging a four year old is “adventurous” and to do that while balancing heavy stuffs on one head is no easy feat, I’ve almost tripped, actually tripped with bags/plastic bags flying thanks to that boy of mine.

I am blessed. Unless I am alone, most male family member/friends I know would offer to carry my things minus the handbag of course. If they don’t, I’ll make them carry it anyway.

And don’t give me the independent women should be doing everything on their own speech. If life was really equal, men would also experience the joy of PMS-ing and child birth, don’t you think?

before the long weekend...

WTH?
I understand about the economic situation etc.
I however, do not understand “their” reasoning.

“They” were adamant with their approach.

Be patient, “they” say.

Will patience pay the bills or feed the family?

I didn’t think so too.

*sighs*

On a different note, the much awaited long weekend is here! *woohoo*

It has been a very long week. Too long if you ask me.
In fact, the whole month has been crazy.

I seriously think that I, and many others, should go mandi bunga under a bridge.

One incident after another is a little too much. They may be minor and some insignificant but it is more than enough to give me headache and other illness.

So this holiday, I will mengampai-ampai macam dugong because I deserve a break. Now how do I explain that to Ekiel?

To all muslim friends,
Selamat Menyambut Hari Raya Aidilfitri.
Maaf Zahir dan Batin.

Nak duit Raya boleh?

Be safe people.