The Little Things In Life

There's something about receiving a bouquet of flowers from a loved one that makes me all happy and satisfied. It is a sign that I am loved and that someone is thinking of me. Dearest Hubby, on the other hand, feels differently. Why give flowers when they just die? That's his usual argument. To him, gift-giving means getting something practical and useful. I've gotten a wireless mouse, a USB drive and a mobile phone to name a few ... notice that there's nothing here that can die. That's how romantic he is.

But its not like he's never given me any flowers before. I can remember a grand total of three bouquets. Two when we were courting (what a quaint word ... courting) and one after we were married and that was after much hinting. I am a hopeless romantic ... a flowers and chocolates kind of girl, so you can imagine what a sore point this is with me. However, I've grown to realise that flowers aren't everything. There are other little things that matter.

Last night I was so sick and coughing all night long, but felt too miserable to get up and get the cough syrup. Half the night was spent tossing and turning in bed and coughing this really phlegmy cough. And Dearest Hubby actually went to the kitchen without me asking and took my medicines for me. I was so touched. Well, on the other hand you could say that he was just plain irritated by all this noise I was making .. but lets look on the brighter side shall we.

Apart from his aversion to giving me flowers, he's really a sweet person, if you overlook the aversion to housework as well. He's the person I go to when I'm stuck with anything to do with IT. He dotes on our kids and help me look after them and best of all, he cares about me. And what he did last night can attest to that.

When we are so busy raising the kids, meeting deadlines, finishing up our work, we can easily forget about the needs of our other half. But it's the little things that remind us that the other person still cares. Having said that, I have not abandoned all hopes of getting flowers again this year!

Things That Make Me Go Hmmm ...

"One"
Is it getting better

Or do you feel the same

Will it make it easier on you

Now you got someone to blame

You say one love, one life

When it's one need in the night

It's one love

We get to share it

It leaves you babyIf you don't care for it

Did I disappoint you

Or leave a bad taste in your mouth

You act like you never had love

And you want me to go without

Well it's too late tonight

To drag the past out into the light

We're one but we're not the same

We get to carry each other, carry each other

One

Have you come here for forgiveness

Have you come to raise the dead

Have you come here to play Jesus

To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much

More than a lot

You gave me nothing

Now it's all I got

We're one but we're not the same

We hurt each other, then we do it again

You say love is a temple

Love a higher law

Love is a temple

Love the higher law

You ask me to enter but then you make me crawl

And I can't be holding on to what you got

When all you got is hurt

One love, one blood, one life

You got to do what you should

One life with each other

Sisters, brothers

One life but we're not the same

We get to carry each other, carry each other

One

One

I absolutely love this song by U2. It's a great song by a great band. But last week I found myself questioning the ability of certain people to understand the meaning of this song (I don't mean Mdm L here). How does this song represent UNITY? And to what extent is it suitable for kids aged 8 to 12? Maybe I'm narrow-minded but I can't help wondering why ...

Precious Gifts

A friend of mine had a miscarriage recently. I only found out the second day she was on medical leave. That made me feel so lousy. I didn't know how to comfort or console her. She puts up a brave front but I'm sure she's hiding all her pain. This is not the first time she's gone through this and I can only say that my heart is with you.

It doesn't matter how long you've been carrying the baby when it happens, the hurt is still the same. More so when you have been hoping for one.

Two days after I confirmed my second pregnancy, I started bleeding. This is always an ominous sign. I rushed to the hospital straight away. I was admitted that evening. Before my gynae came to see me later that night, no one would tell me if anything was wrong. They told me I had to be admitted in order for them to run further tests. Nobody answered when I asked .. Is my baby okay? When my gynae finally arrived, she broke the news to me. There is no hope for the baby. There's bleeding inside your womb. I will perform a D & C tomorrow. I broke down. And cried and cried. She tried to comfort me saying I was still young and could always try again.

Although the pregnancy was not planned, I was crushed that I would not have a chance to hold her in my arms. I would never know her. I would never see her. However, my little girl was a fighter. She clung on for dear life and last month, she's just celebrated her first birthday. Sometimes when I look at her, I remember that night in the hospital and I thank Allah for letting me have my precious girl.

During that period, I was given a long medical leave because I had to go for hormone injections to help the baby stay in my womb. I stayed at home and refused to answer any calls from my friends. I was depressed and didn't want anyone to know the situation. I must have offended some of them at that time but I hope they understand.

Dearest friend, I'm not going to tell you that you can always try again or that it's just not meant to be. But, put your trust in the Almighty and have faith that everything will turn out well in the end. My prayers are with you and I am here if you need me.

Are You Desperate?

I am a loyal fan of this show. I actually visit this this website that lets you follow the US Season 2 of the series. That's how desperate I am. Gabrielle is so mean .. but she's so fun to watch! This woman is mean even to her own mother! This season, she and hubby have resorted to adopting a child and you guessed it ... she resorted to bribing the adoption agency.

Lynette's story is kind of boring .. somehow it's not as gripping as the rest. Mostly her and hubby bickering all the time and dealing with her rambuctious boys ... don't we already do that?? I normally forward the bits that has Lynette in it. She's not too likeable either, always so self-righteous. Lynette fans out there, please don't blast me for this, just my humble opinion!

Susan is much more watchable this season .. not too whiney, but still self-absorbed. What can I say ... catch the show for yourselves.

Favourite Book of all Time

I am currently into reading all sorts of 'chick lit'. Somehow they appeal to me. I especially love Sophie Kinsella .. her books are hilarious! Right now I am eagerly anticipating her next book in the 'Shopaholic' series.

But I digress. What I actually want to tell you about is my 'favouritest' book. You might be surprised .. 'Pride and Prejudice'? How many centuries ago was it written?? Somehow, I fell in love with it from the very first read which was way back in secondary school. I loved the idea of lavish balls, beautiful dresses, handsome and also rich men. Wow, I spent so many hours fantasizing about Mr Darcy. Best of all, none of the characters had any jobs. They spent the whole time visiting and travelling. What a luxury.

I think I should watch the movie and indulge myself in my fantasy world once again. So it's off to VideoEzy this weekend! By the way, I have lots of free vouchers from them coz Darling Hubby keeps on signing up for their packages .. to my advantage!!

Thank you Cik Siti Nurhaliza

I have a blog!! All thanks to the abovementioned lady who got me going. Sorry Zak, this looks a lot like yours. I'm experimenting at this stage, as you can see, this blog is still very much under construction! I'll be bothering you guys again soon. Can't work out the picture uploading thingie!

FIRST TRY

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