1800-Attitude-Prob

We all make mistakes.

And we shall continue making them for as long as we live.

No doubt about it.

So it's no use harping on the past.

No use hating being the way ALLAH s.w.t has made you to be.

No use reminiscing the past. Much worse, dragging the people who used to be part of your past with you - especially when they have clearly moved on.

The only way to go about it is to move on yourself AND learn from your mistakes.

Sometimes, it's our attitude that we have to change.

Not our gender.

Not our family.

Not the environment.

Not the government.

Not the world.

But just our blardy ATTITUDE!

Simple as that!

Be a Lover NOT a Hater

There are thousand of ways to get over your past love.

Thousands maybe even millions.

But sending a private email to him (especially when he's happily attached) has to be the most annoying, selfish and inconsiderate method of all.

Let's not even go to describing how the current girlfriend felt when she went through the content of that email (which the boyfriend willingly consented, of course).

Fortunately, Islam teaches her to love one another.

So she shall NOT hate.

Oh no! No! No!

Not because she is scared of her but only because she's afraid of HIS wrath.

And she shall NOT hate because she knows where his heart lies NOW.

*Deep breath*. *Deep breath*. *Deep breath*.

The things people would do to frustrate you.

Astaghfirullah.

Appreciation of Your Love

My dear Babyluv,

Thank you for your honesty.

It is another trying period for us.

We shall never be spared from challenges, I guess.

But like you, I constantly pray to ALLAH s.w.t that our love will surpass all boundaries.

Insya ALLAH.

Maybe it's best that all sharp objects be put far away from me. (Heh. Just kidding)

But she is mean.

Very mean.

Thank you for discussing it with me.

I am blessed - even more with your presence.

Alhamdullillah.

Thank you for putting me before anyone else.

Thank you for considering my feelings in every tricky situations.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

BOO YAH! to her

Motherly Counselling

All it takes is a scolding from someone who knows you darn well.

Someone who carried you in her womb for nine whole months.

Someone who went through intense labour pains just to deliver you to the world.

Someone who breastfed you till you were 3 years old.

Someone who teaches you about life.

Someone who is constantly giving you advice about everything under the sun.

Someone who nags everyday for you to clean up your tornado-hit room.

Someone whom you call Mak, Mum, Mother, Ibu, Umi, Mama.

I call her Mak or sometimes, Mum.

Yes, her advice hurts.

It scares me even.

But she is right. (Always is. *rolls eyes*)

I love you, Mama and thank you for the advice.

I know it is all said out of love.

Anger is a disease

I am angry.

Yes, I am angry.

I am very, very angry.

I feel horrible.

Yes, I feel horrible.

I feel very, very horrible.

I am tempted to punch someone in the face. (And yes, I do have a "target face" in mind.)

Yes, I am tempted to punch someone in the face. (And yes, I do have a "target face" in mind.)

I am very, very tempted to punch someone in the face. (And yes, I do have a "target face" in mind.)

Pre-Summer Holiday Post

Don't get me wrong, I DO love my job.

The children can get on my nerves but I DO love my job.

I ALSO love the HOLIDAYS - especially the 2-months summer holidays!

I will be learning to bake this summer holidays.

I will be getting rid of unwanted documents in the cabinet.

I thinking of learning to cook ACTUAL dishes this summer holidays.

Nope, I shall not do up a To-Do list.

Or should I?

2nd Month Anniversary

(Long overdue. But better late than never.)

You told me never to run away,

When we met up during one of my bad days.

I don't know why you would think I ever need to find another love,

When I have been praying for you from HIM up above.

I had an excellent poem I saved in my memory,

But I forgot I am your MissDory.

So now I have totally forgotten what were the things I was meaning to let you know,

But one thing's for sure, I will never ever let you go.

(Insya ALLAH)

MyBabyLuv,

As I typed the words to this (so-called) poem, I am weeping with tears of joy,

Because I remember you, my SexyLittleBoy

(?) (Okay, I was desperate to make it rhyme. Heh)

However, I chanced upon this song,

And I knew instantly that all hope was not gone.

For the lyrics of this song are the exact words of my heart,

So Baby, listen to it and listen hard.

Rossa-Wanita Yang Kau Pilih

Get well soon, James.

I was ready to set aside a small amount of my pay this month to watch James Morrison.

I even informed BabyLuv to make himself free on the 22nd of May.

James Morrison was scheduled to come to Singapore for a showcase gig.

However, just as I was about to check out how I could go about purchasing the tickets, I came upon this piece of news.

"James Morrison Cancels Trip To Singapore"

Read more of article

Sighs.

Coffee,Tea or MissLiza?

I may not have the most glamorous job in the entire universe.

My job may not take me to exotic places around the world.

I may not need to possess the figure like that of a Coca-Cola bottle in order to fit into my uniform.

Purchasing a Prada purse (Yes, just the purse) may mean I need to starve for the next six months (or worse still, two years!)

I may not need to walk with a poise while pulling my luggage bag walking around the airport lobbies.

I may not get to travel for free once a year to my choice destinations.

But...

I am contented with running around the playground, playing we-are-the-monsters-so-let's-catch-MissLiza-the-fairy-princess.

I am contented with getting my hands all blue because it is stained with food colouring after a tedious ArtNCraft activity with the children.

I am contented with having to sit and listen to the children because they chat non-stop.

I am blessed as I can see the sincerity in their eyes when they say "I love you very much, Miss Liza," without asking for any treats in return.

I feel accomplished when their parents thank me for they can see the positive changes in the children under my care.

Alhamdullilah.

MakeMessOver

I have made a conclusion.

Maybe some people will find it baseless. Maybe some people will agree. Whatever it is, I think that it's true in some sense.

Makeup is a lying tool. It hides imperfections to create an impression of a perfect face.

There are certain ladies who look fascinating when she's made up but I just end up looking like Bozo the Clown - minus the hat of course.

Not wanting to sound like a sore loser but I am quite comfortable that I look much better without (excessive) makeup - very comfortable actually.

However, with the amount of heat that is in Singapore, sunscreen is definitely a must-use - as well as loose powder and maybe on I-feel-like-I-must-hide-my-pimple-scars-eventhough-BabyLuv-don't-give-a-shit-about-them days, concealer stick.

But one makeup item that I believe ALL women (around the world) should MUST have is - a strong love and great acceptance for who they really are without having to hide anything.

A huge YAY! to self-confidence!! Woo Hoo!