Syukur Alhamdulillah...Salam Maal Hijrah 1426..This is my third time trying to post this entry......sigh!!!!

Assalamualaikum muslimin dan muslimah............. Semoga tahun baru ini akan lebih berkah dan lebih berilmu. Semoga Allah menguatkan iman kita untuk menempuh segala cobaan hidup dan lebih dekat kepada Nya. Salam ukhwah buat semua.... Doa Awal Tahun Segala puji bagi Allah, Tuhan yang memelihara dan mentadbir sekalian alam. Selawat dan salam ke atas junjungan kami Nabi Muhammad s.a.w. serta ahli keluarga baginda dan para sahabatnya. Ya Allah, Engkaulah yang kekal abadi untuk selama-lamanya. Demi kelebihanMu yang Maha Agong dan kemurahanMu yang melimpah, sesungguhnya pada tahun ini aku memohon kepadaMu perlindungan daripada syaitan yang direjam, dari sekalian kuncunya, tenteranya dan penolongnya. Aku juga memohon perlindungan daripada nafsu amarah yang sentiasa mendorong ke arah kejahatan dan melalaikan dengan perkara yang tidak berfaedah daripada mendekatkan diriku kepadaMu. Selawat serta salam ke atas junjungan kami Nabi Muhammad s.a.w. serta ahli keluarga baginda dan para sahabatnya. Segala puji hanya bagi Allah, tuhan yang memelihara dan mentadbir sekalian alam. Amin.. I read something meaningful on TV3 today. It reads: "Janganlah kita alpa. Dengan kealpaan akan datangnya dugaan yang tidak diduga". I believe that this words though simple carries a very heavy meaning. I realise that everytime we are so engross with our work and forgotten our spiritual responsibilities, God will surprise us with something we've never think about. It's like a wake up call telling us to buck up and do something worth while. Semua ini milik yang Esa. Kita cuma pinjam saja. When the time is up, we have to return it to Him. Allah Haq.

When Mr Right comes at the wrong time

This is really a good read. Enjoy……….

 
Jan 31, 2005
When Mr Right comes at the wrong time
by Janice Wong
 

SOMETIMES, timing rather than love decides who we end up being with or without.

Only some lucky people marry the loves of their lives. The rest marry the most suitable person who comes along when they are ready to settle down.

A friend in his 20s came to this conclusion after confiding in me that he had recently met a woman who is more attractive than his wife, and so occupies his thoughts more often than his wife does.

'If only I had met her before I got married,' he said wistfully.

But I think even if the love of one's life appears when one is single, one may not be in the right frame of mind to recognise him or her as such.    And then love passes by.

Life is littered with near misses and lost opportunities.

I attended my ex-boyfriend's wedding last month, which triggered many memories. We met five years ago when I was 23 and he 31. It was love at first sight. He had an established career, was down-to-earth and steadfastly religious. I was then working as an air stewardess and my head was - literally and metaphorically - in the clouds.    I was also - well, let's put it this way - not religious. Despite our differences, we were soulmates. We had the same quirky sense of humour and shared long, intense overnight conversations. But human nature is perverse. When someone is excessively nice to us, we start taking things for granted, instead of appreciating them even

more.

My ex sent me to the airport, fixed my PC, reminded me to take health supplements - and go to church. He had everything I could want in a husband - except that I was not looking for one. A boyfriend was all I could cope with then. I loved fast cars, danced wildly at Zouk and took off on shopping holidays at a whim. My life revolved around I, me and myself.

In the six months that we were together, he popped the question several times and talked ad nauseam about having children. He wanted us to enrol for a Christian marriage preparation course. Yes, I did often fantasise about a Vera Wang wedding gown, but I was at that stage of my life when I was more interested in Guess than Baby Guess. And where - dare I admit it? - I still wanted to meet other men. So I was a 23-year-old with the emotional maturity of a 13-year-old. Responsibility? Wasn't that for adults? In short, I met Mr Right at the wrong time.

The more he talked about marriage and religion, the more I felt pressured and the more pressured I felt, the more irritable I became. I was too impatient to compromise. Every trivial matter blew up as a big deal. My mood obliterated the good in our relationship and reached a point where I just wanted out. He was heartbroken; I was sad but relieved. He still called me regularly, beseeching me to change my mind.    The calls stopped finally after a year. Now and then, we say 'Hi' via e-mail.

I had a few painful relationships after that. Served me right, as those rude wake-up calls were necessary for me to realise the meaninglessness of my hedonistic high life.

I missed the tenderness of my ex and began having second thoughts. Perhaps I also felt more urgency to find someone marriageable before my biological clock reached zero hour. It dawned on me that I am not a pixie like Peter Pan who can flit around forever. One day, I'd wake up sick and alone when my fair weather friends flit away.

But I was too proud and too unsure of my ex's reaction to call him until last year. The first thing he told me excitedly was that he had found The One. My heart tumbled to my feet. So, that's Fate.    If only I could turn back time. If only I had met him later. If only... what feeble words.

These days, I am more circumspect. I have come to terms with my loss. There is nothing I can do about timing, but I can do everything about my choices. Sometimes, when the nights get lonely, I toy with the idea of marrying a platonic friend of mine, who often assures me earnestly that, if the worst comes to the worst, he'd be willing to marry me. But I always dismiss that. I have already made one mistake. I should not make another by settling for second best merely for the sake of getting hitched - only to regret it soon after, as the guy who confided in me did.

Hopefully, the best is not over but yet to be.

 

WOW....

Ok Ok......I am updating this blog already. You see my ardent reader is asking how come no latest news? Ada ker aku ardent fan or just hallucinating. Hmm hallucination is a sign of old age! Adoi! Talking about age...I am 33 this year. Wah......such a ripe age. I just felt that it was only yesterday I left Tanjong Katong Girls' Pre-U ctr and did a string of mischievious act. And now I am at this age chasing after my very active son! Amazing huh.

 

Where to I start now? Hmm.....alrite, I came home for Raya Haji and it was a more organised trip. No promises made to some friends I promised to visit and didnt even breathe a word to anyone except for my 2nd extended family i.e. Noris' clan, that I was coming home. But this time round the journey was the worst. We started driving at 9pm, visited Cik Asmah's house and left her place at 9.30pm and reached Spore at 7am!!!!!! I think if I took a flight to Narita(Japan), I would have landed and came back coz the journey is 10hours. The jam was atrocious and Dee was super sleepy. He almost hit the curb but managed to control the wheels, luckily. He said he was sleepy so what I did was I set out my skills right. I purposely picked up an argument with him. Sakitlah hati dia but that was my motive...I had to keep him awake and it worked! But we were so super tired when we reached home. So after visiting, we slept thru.....Mustaqim seemed sleepy too. Hahahaha.....Finally in Spore was where I got my beauty sleep hehehehehehehe.

 

The nite before we left for Spore, I visited Cik Asmah's place. Reza was geeting engaged to Hafiz. I never knew Reza has a boyfriend. Cepat betul lah dia besar kan. Cik Asmah was telling me about her courting days. Love letters her husband wrote to her and she now accidently threw all the proof away when they shifted house. She also told me my mom was good in writing, Her poetry is always publised in Berita Harian under the nickname of Narimah. Her sajak entitled "Dunia tua, manusia gila" was well recognised. Hmm.....I felt so proud when aunt Asmah said that. And no wonder once mak told me that she was proud that I was invited to attend Amatuer Poetry Conference at Germany sometime 2yrs ago. But money was scarce and I dont have that much money to spare. I will try to remeber the poetry and have it posted here ok....provided if I could remember and have it saved in my scrapes of papers. But sadly my mom too did not keep her master piece. She said she kept in a big book and after we shifted, the big book is abandoned. Alah sayang betul lah. Anyway, at least i know my mom had creativity in writting. :)

 

Ok now I know I have a flare in jual kain. So far the small-within-the-family business has been overwhelming and I am getting orders. Not very lucrative because I sell almost cost-to-cost. But at least it's quite fulfilling. Discussion with TK, Abg Razak and Noris was also fruitful. They want to make a trip this month and see if the deal can be closed. But I need to do a plan....meticulous lesson plan to toll of the plan. Time is what I am lacking now. The StarHub-HP joint campaign is making me very lethargic. I hope it can end very soon so that I can go home early and can start planning on what I should do.

 

Alrite, got to pen off now. I am receiving alot of calls and had to stop almost every 5mins. So ta-ta...