...and I am in a totally different place now.
I was re-reading my last post, talking about change, talking about moving on to the next level in life.
Perhaps that feeling had signified that I am ready to move on to the next level.
Allah indeed is the Most Know-It-All in his blessings. Subhanallah. I've been in awed, humbled and full of gratitude for the last 10 months; at the same time anxious of going through these new phases of God's test.
Almost a year has past, and since then I have become a wife to a wonderful man that Allah had ordained for me.
Almost a year has past, and for the last 36 weeks, I have been carrying God's miracle inside me. A truly beautiful experience that Allah had bestowed upon me :)
Subhanallah.
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Saturday, June 18, 2011
Monday, August 9, 2010
Plus 1
Today, I am a year older.
Yesterday, I had spent the whole day with my friends doing what I used to love - hanging out, watching movie, shopping and talking about anything and everything. It was fun as I haven't met this friend ever since I came back here. Yet deep down I realized that I don't love the outing like I used to. I felt slightly detached with the whole environment as though I no longer belong there. Perhaps I don't. Perhaps I am now ready to move on with my life, and take on a new step.
I want to say goodbye to the old me and embrace this new person that I want to be. However, I've been conditioned for far too long already that I immediately step into the same old pattern each day. It's a continuous battle day in day out that you almost believe you can't step out of that mold.
The sombreness aside, I truly believe that birthdays are here to remind you of the wonderful and caring people that you have around you. They may not always be visible, but during this important event of your life, they'll take the time to show you they remember and they care.
To all my wonderful and dear friends, thank you for the gift of your friendship.
Yesterday, I had spent the whole day with my friends doing what I used to love - hanging out, watching movie, shopping and talking about anything and everything. It was fun as I haven't met this friend ever since I came back here. Yet deep down I realized that I don't love the outing like I used to. I felt slightly detached with the whole environment as though I no longer belong there. Perhaps I don't. Perhaps I am now ready to move on with my life, and take on a new step.
I want to say goodbye to the old me and embrace this new person that I want to be. However, I've been conditioned for far too long already that I immediately step into the same old pattern each day. It's a continuous battle day in day out that you almost believe you can't step out of that mold.
The sombreness aside, I truly believe that birthdays are here to remind you of the wonderful and caring people that you have around you. They may not always be visible, but during this important event of your life, they'll take the time to show you they remember and they care.
To all my wonderful and dear friends, thank you for the gift of your friendship.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
A purrrfect holiday :)
Holiday's over. Sigghhh....
It had been good to go back to my parents place and be pampered by them. It's somehow hard to be the efficient, think-on-your-feet corporate superwoman at home with your parents when they cook your favourite food, scold you when you eat with your left hand (I tend to do that when I'm using the spoon to eat :p) and drive you to town to take you shopping. Yep, to them I'm still their little girl who still needs to be taken care of. But it is wonderful to be able to just let go, not having to be in control for just a few days. Going back to the parents' place is like going into my very own sanctuary. I can feel the stress and work-related worries leaving me the closer that I get to home.
I wanted to write more. I had a few things in mind to write about but I just couldn't bear to go sit for long at the computer and type it up. One of these days perhaps, you may get to read what's on my mind ;) So my three days at home was spent eating, sleeping, talking, eating, sleeping, eating, shopping and eating again. The only strenuous activity that I did in the three days is trying to "tackle" my parent's cat.
Early last year, a female cat who often frequented the house had unceremoniously dropped her kitten at my parents' doorsteps. Since then, my parents had been feeding him at the kitchen's yard, which it now had made it his home. However, for some reason, it is very wary of humans. The first time that I saw the cat after I got back from UK, it ran away just from the sight of me. But after the third time that I went back, the cat finally accepted that this new person actually belongs to this place as well. Having said that, it only allowed me to feed him but not to touch him.
This time around, I spent more time with him, feeding him, talking to him that he trust me enough to come and rub his head around my legs. But whenever I bend down to touch him, he'll ran a few steps away and then starts to guling2 while giving me the "seductive" looks. And if I go to him, he'll ran away a few more steps and do the guling2 again. Really!! Macam heroine Hindustan :p
Well, as of tonight, I finally got to stroke him, but only during feeding time. Under sufferance, that's how my mother had described it.
Tomorrow, it's back to dealing with people again. Sigghh...
It had been good to go back to my parents place and be pampered by them. It's somehow hard to be the efficient, think-on-your-feet corporate superwoman at home with your parents when they cook your favourite food, scold you when you eat with your left hand (I tend to do that when I'm using the spoon to eat :p) and drive you to town to take you shopping. Yep, to them I'm still their little girl who still needs to be taken care of. But it is wonderful to be able to just let go, not having to be in control for just a few days. Going back to the parents' place is like going into my very own sanctuary. I can feel the stress and work-related worries leaving me the closer that I get to home.
I wanted to write more. I had a few things in mind to write about but I just couldn't bear to go sit for long at the computer and type it up. One of these days perhaps, you may get to read what's on my mind ;) So my three days at home was spent eating, sleeping, talking, eating, sleeping, eating, shopping and eating again. The only strenuous activity that I did in the three days is trying to "tackle" my parent's cat.
Early last year, a female cat who often frequented the house had unceremoniously dropped her kitten at my parents' doorsteps. Since then, my parents had been feeding him at the kitchen's yard, which it now had made it his home. However, for some reason, it is very wary of humans. The first time that I saw the cat after I got back from UK, it ran away just from the sight of me. But after the third time that I went back, the cat finally accepted that this new person actually belongs to this place as well. Having said that, it only allowed me to feed him but not to touch him.
This time around, I spent more time with him, feeding him, talking to him that he trust me enough to come and rub his head around my legs. But whenever I bend down to touch him, he'll ran a few steps away and then starts to guling2 while giving me the "seductive" looks. And if I go to him, he'll ran away a few more steps and do the guling2 again. Really!! Macam heroine Hindustan :p
Well, as of tonight, I finally got to stroke him, but only during feeding time. Under sufferance, that's how my mother had described it.
Tomorrow, it's back to dealing with people again. Sigghh...
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