Tuesday, February 25, 2014

about the now Man – they shop!

Was accidentally bought heels last week. ‘It’s been a while...’ I said to myself.

Then on the weekend, the husband decided that he deserve new shirt since I bought a new something and he haven’t. I told him that since I’m a girl, I don’t need a reason to shop and cause he is a boy; a boy doesn’t shop. Period.

“I’m now, I’m not from our fathers’ time… the now man does shop”. So went we off to buy the now man few new shirts.


Tuesday, January 07, 2014

of being mrs

We hit the 365 days two weeks ago. No fancy celebration. Not that I’m complaining though. 

Still, the feeling of being married is surreal. There are times when it hit me ‘how on earth?’, lots of time actually.

Not that I’m not thankful for what I have and not that I doubt in my marriage but… before the husband, I’m so certain that every time I met someone, the possibility for me to ruin it is 101%. Then the husband came. Then, it’s now.

To my dearest Mr.Darcy; thank you for everything.   

Thursday, October 03, 2013


I always want to look beautiful, smell nicely and wearing my best dress whenever I’m home with the husband. I felt like I have to and it was what I dreamt off before actually married to him.

Back then, it sounded doable. 


I’m practically flat when we reach home during weekdays thanks to the travelling. I don’t mind cooking for dinner every night it just that the 30 minutes kitchen time take a whole lots of energy when you already used up almost every bit of it.

I hate it if I smell like fried onion while having dinner with the husband. It makes looking beautiful not doable at all which is a bit damning to my emotion. 

The husband did not really mind it even if I smell like fried onion or anything that I wear because of the obvious; he is from Mars.  

But I do, sometimes look at my best and smell nicely for him. Because I want him to keep fall in love with me. It did the last time it sure does anytime.

Monday, May 13, 2013

cup of winning coffee…

Been married for almost 5 month now… still can’t do one thing right… a cup of coffee, plain coffee to be exact. I don’t drink plain coffee so it should explain. But my dad-in-law made the best plain coffee that all the children will have a gulp or two every time he made one glass for himself. The husband reckons that his dad coffee is the best so far. 

Too much pressure here.  Thus every time I asked or ware asked to make one I was hoping he asked for just a coffee. Not really a winner between both.

My mission; trying to have a gulp of my dad-in-law’s coffee without he realize it.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Red meat; not a forte

I don’t eat ‘em, can’t stand the smell and I could tell even if it was accidentally mix into a dishes but the husband want to eat ‘em. 

I never planning to cook ‘em and let alone never I learn how to. 

So, we went to buy some. I choose one that is boneless and fat-less because it will make my life easier. Just chops and it will ready to be cooked. 

Back at home; I’m freaking out and almost crying. The meat was so big (1000 g or maybe 500g of it) and it smell like lembu. I couldn’t even dare to touch it. All these while, I cooked with logic. Read several recipes online or called my mum on how to then I’m all gear up. But this I have no freaking idea just how it should be cut, how to make sure it was tender enough and all. Refused to call my mum because no matter how she explains, I’m pretty sure I’ll lose. So I did what I have to do, turn that piece of meat that remind me so much of that big fella into a dish. The husband said it was ok.  Already been cooking it few times and still, I fail the cutting techniques.   

Few days ago, I called my mum and talked to my brother. He was laughing when I told my mum about my meat story. Then said to me ‘takpe kak, nanti adik ajar akak masak daging ye.” Such a brother!

Thursday, April 18, 2013


Almost four months with a new daily routine as of being a wifey-career lady (just a daily 9-6 working girl)-student. Its new experience, I’m practically adjusting to it cause sometimes it’s surreal especially the first one. I’m glad that I’ve made that decision or should I said I’m glad that I’m not running to Houston or anywhere else.

But, today or these last few days it been exhausted. And I’ve been having lots of peep talk with myself.

It maybe the workloads (I’m kind of stressful right now), the chores that I’ve to do when my body and especially mind already drained during the day or the study or anything else under the sun.

Erm, the husband? He is doing great especially the tummy part. LOL!