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Thursday, May 30, 2013

Noise Pollution

I love my husband, but sometimes I just wanna punch him in the face because he snores so damn loud! 

When we first got married I was like aww it's so cute when he snores. The louder he snored the more I felt like he was just very comfortable sleeping next to me (newlyweds.. how annoying).

Fast forward a few months, I found myself being woken up in the middle of the night, thinking to myself, "Oh god, I'm married to Darth Vader."

When I told him about his snoring problem, he was like, "No freakin wayyyy, I don't snore. YOU snore." 


-________-"


So what I did was, I recorded the sound of him snoring and made him listen to it the next morning.



Me: Sayang, listen to this. Guess what it is.

*he listened to the recording*

Him: A motorboat.



I laughed until I fell off the bed, I swear. His snores really does sound like a motorboat sometimes LOL. 

Until today, he refuses to acknowledge his snoring problem even though sometimes his snores would wake him up. Luckily over the years I have learned to become immune to them. They didn't interrupt my sleep anymore so it was all good.

Until Alayna came.

Imagine my frustration when Alayna wakes up for her night feedings and just as she's about to doze off Nadri would suddenly let out a really loud snore that would wake her up again. Stress level 100.

Usually when that happens, I would shove him (hard) with my elbows. It won't make him stop snoring, but it makes him quieter. Sorry sayang, I had no choice.





Now, anybody knows where I can one of these for Nadri?


Monday, May 27, 2013

The Blue Skirt

Our villa is so gorgeous I just could not resist..










I'm obsessed with this skirt. It just flows beautifully, especially when you're walking in the breeze. Poor Nadri had to snap like a hundred pics while I twirled around, giggling like a little girl.

Top: Topshop
Skirt: Kree
Shoes: FRH


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

While Waiting For Our Flight





Losing a Loved One

(This post was written on Sunday)

Our anniversary yesterday was a happy day but at the same time it was one of the saddest days of my life. 

It started off really well. I woke up to my sister's chocolate chip pancakes (10% pancake 90% chocolate chips lol). While having them, I watched Muharram's 2 kittens fool around with each other, Muharram lying by their side to watch. We named the kittens AJ (Alayna Jr) & QJ (Qaireen Jr). They are just so cute! Always trying to catch each other's tails, climbing on trees, and then when they're tired they would sleep on top of each other. I told my brother that morning to get them the wet cat food from time to time as a treat. I remember wanting to take a picture of the kittens playing because the only picture I had of them is the one that I posted here, when they were just born. But my phone was upstairs so I thought, never mind, next time.

Then I got ready because I wanted to take Nadri out for our anniversary lunch, since he was taking me to dinner that night. I really wanted him to try this awesome lamb that I had just discovered 2 days before that. So off we went to KL.

We stopped at a petrol station for gas. While Nadri was filling up the tank, my phone rang. It was my aunt.

Me: Hello?

Moksu: Kak Yong! You ran over AJ! She died.

After that, I didn't hear anything else.

I just broke down and cried hysterically. I don't think I have ever cried like that in my life. 

You see, I have never lost someone who is really really close to me. When relatives/friends pass away, of course I feel sad and I would grieve. But yesterday, I truly learned what it feels like to lose a loved one. 

AJ is a part of me. She was born in my room (she was the one who got left in my wardrobe). She grew up in our house. My mom doesn't even like cats but she let Muharram and her kittens stayed indoors until they were big enough to walk on their own. So basically I watched her grow from a small hairless, can't-even-open-her-eyes little thing into a very playful kitten.

Everyday when I cook for Alayna I would watch them play or sleep. Everyday I feel happy looking at how happy the three of them are. 

And just like that, in the blink of an eye, she was gone. 

I didn't know how to handle it. So I cried. I cried for a really long time. I told Nadri I didn't want to have lunch anymore. I just wanted to go home. I was so devastated. Everything came flooding back. All the memories of AJ & QJ. How they started to crawl, how they learned to climb out of their basket, how they learned to walk but they were wobbly so they would sway left and right, how they finally figured out how to walk properly and run they would try to chase and grab our legs when they see us walking by (which was traumatizing to me because as much as I love them, I am still scared of cats and their sharp claws), then my mom made them stay outside because they were ready and I remember being so worried about them, and then one night it rained heavily and it was so cold that I just had to take their cage inside because I was afraid they would freeze..

The hardest part was when the most recent memory of them from this morning came back. I could see it very clearly in my head. How AJ tried to climb a small tree and then the tree fell back because she was heavy, how she tried to catch Muharram's wagging tail, how I told my brother to buy wet cat food for them, how I thought about taking their picture but decided to do it next time because my phone was upstairs..

There is never going to be a next time. She's gone forever.

Nadri comforted me while I cried my heart out. He drove around and when I was calmer, he asked if I wanted to go home. I thought about it, and I decided not to. It would be too painful. So we went to eat but all I could think about was AJ. 

When we got home, I straightaway went upstairs. I couldn't bear to see Muharram and QJ. Spent some time with Alayna and wondered how Muharram was feeling, losing her child. Then I cried some more.

Nadri and I had dinner plans that night. I was still very heartbroken but I decided to block out the whole incident from my mind for a few hours. It was our anniversary anyway. I really wanted to enjoy myself. And I did (more on our anniversary in another post, I need some time to mourn).

I woke up today with a hole in my heart. I came down to the kitchen and I didn't see Muharram or QJ outside at their usual spot, playing. It felt weird because that was my routine everyday. Watching them while I have my breakfast.

Turns out ever since the accident happened, QJ has been quiet. She would just lie down instead of running around trying to catch anything that moves. Muharram on the other hand would not stop meow-ing while walking around the compound, trying to find AJ. It's just too sad..

I talked to some friends who have had similar experiences. They all empathised and they assured me that accidents like these happen. Muharram and QJ will get over it, and so will I, even though it seems impossible now. 

AJ, I'm so sorry I ran you over. I hope you're in a better place. And I hope Muharram, QJ and myself will go back to our normal selves soon. 

For the first time in my life, I learned the pain of losing. I pray that Allah will keep those dear to my heart safe. 

I miss you AJ :(

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Six

Today marks the 6th year of us being Mr & Mrs. 

Some of you have asked me how did I know that he was the one. 



"Sometimes, what a girl does is push the guy away to see if he'll still come back to her to test how much he actually wants to be with her. So be the guy who will call her back when she hangs up on you out of frustration. Be the guy who will chase after her when she walks away from you out of anger. Be the guy who will comfort her when she's too stubborn to tell you what's wrong. Be the guy to reassure her when she's jealous that the other girl means nothing. Be the guy who will fight for her when she's too afraid to stay in a relationship. Be the guy who will prove to her that she's able to trust someone. When she feels certain you're the one, that's when she'll stop pushing." - Kanye West



This describes Nadri to the core.

The thing about me is, I have major trust issues and I am a commitment-phobe. Which is why I broke up with my ex. He fought for me for a while, and then after a few months he gave up. So I moved on. 

Then I met Nadri. 

Now this guy just won't quit. I have done everything to push him away but he just kept coming back. I've stormed off, I've hung up the phone, I've ignored his calls (when we fight I wait when he has called me exactly a hundred times before I even consider picking up the phone), I've given him the the silent treatment (one time it lasted for a month), I've screamed at him, I've said some not-so-nice things, I've broken up with him..

But he always came back. Even I wonder why someone would want to be with me after all the shits that I have thrown his way for 4 freaking years. Even I wanted to break up with myself -_-"

And then, he asked me to marry him.

I know that I am a very difficult person. I need someone who knows how to handle my craziness, my temper, my ego and someone who would lose on purpose when we're playing a game because I am a sore loser haha.

Nadri is just all that, and more.

He really takes care of me, he is always worried for me, he's there whenever I need him, he listens, he makes me laugh like no one else and he really just wants to see me happy. Until today, he has proven that nothing is more important than me. Although sometimes he would prefer to play PS3 but that's okay because that's when I shop online hehe.

I still remember when we got married and we boarded the plane to Melbourne, he said to me with a worried look on his face, "I hope I will be able to take care of you because it will just be the two of us there." 

To be honest I was worried too. But for 2 years he really showed me that he is a responsible husband, despite being only 22. He took care of me, he did the laundry, the washed the dishes, he took out the garbage every night, he helped me cook, sometimes he cooked for me (he burnt the anchovies once, the whole apartment was in smoke. While he opened the window and frantically tried to get the smoke out, my first instinct was to run into our bedroom to save my Chanel bag which was lying on the bed).

We've come a longggg way and I feel so blessed that after all these years we still find happiness in each other and I hope that it stays that way forever, insyaAllah. 

Happy anniversary sayang. The first (and the last) guy I have ever said "I love you" to.




Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Detour



I told you she loves shoes! Haha. Every time she sees a shoe shop she would make a detour.

As you can see, she prefers to walk on her own now. I am very sad about this.. She used to refuse to walk if I don't hold her hands. Sigh.. My baby is not a really a baby anymore T_T



Sunday, May 12, 2013

Foodstagramming

One of the (very little) things I do that annoys Nadri is the fact that I have this weird obsession of taking pictures of the food that we're eating. 

Every. Single. Time. 

Even if it is something that we have on a regular basis. For example, it is our routine to lunch at Ben's after Alayna's weekly class. Every single week I would order the pavlova, and every single week I would take a picture of the pavlova without fail.

Nadri is so used to it that when the food comes he would look at me expectantly and say, "Go ahead" while rolling his eyes.

But sometimes he forgets and he would immediately grab his fork to dig in, only to get his hand swatted by me. He would then retract his hand while holding the fork, and sigh impatiently while I whip out my phone to snap a picture.

A few weeks back we were dining at a restaurant when suddenly Nadri let out a snort. I looked up to see what was so funny. I saw him stealing glances at the table next to us with a smirk on his face. I looked over and saw a group of girls, each of them were holding their phones while taking pictures of their food.

He looked at me, shook his head and said, "You guys (women) are crazy."

Last Friday, he sent me a picture of this:




English translation of the title: 

"The obsession of uploading food pictures on social networks is a sign of mental illness."

I laughed so hard everyone at Starbucks stopped and stared at me (I was alone waiting for my client).

The writer of this article must be a dude. Pfft.

Anyway I usually don't upload the food pictures that I take, they're just for my personal views. I guess I am not so cray cray. Maybe I should post this article on Instagram and tag Hanis Zalikha hahahaha.

(Hanis is a local Malaysian celeb whose Instagram is constantly flooded with sinful food pictures. Do NOT look at her account when you're hungry).


Friday, May 10, 2013

Mini Makeover

I was doing my hair while Alayna was next to me, a powder brush in one hand and an eyelash glue in the other, pretending to put make up on her face. Suddenly I thought, hmm why don't I straighten her hair to see what she would look like? I was also curious to know how long her hair actually is because with her curls you can't really see.

Then, I very carefully used my flat iron on her hair. Luckily her curls are only at the ends so the iron didn't have to get too close to her scalp. When I was done I was so excited to see her with her new look I just had to have a mini photo shoot. The only problem is, it was impossible to snap a good picture of a girl who just can't sit still for 2 seconds. 

So I bribed her with a piece of bread.



"No bread no pose ok Mommy"


"Gimme a sec while I chew this"


"Never mind, I'll just pause chewing while you snap a pic la k?"


"Mommy can't you just let me eat in peace?"


Then she ignored my calls for her to look at the camera. Such a diva this one.


Finally.


10 minutes after our mini shoot, she started to sweat (from running around) and her curls were back haha. It was fun to see her look different. Didn't realize that her hair is already so long! She seemed more matured with straight hair though. I prefer the curls hehe.




Your hair is already curly Alayna, you don't need to use rollers..



Tuesday, May 7, 2013

What I Do

Since my last blog post, I have been getting so many emails asking me to elaborate more on what I do for a living. Tell you what, for those who are interested and would like to know more, email me at tiahakimblog@gmail.com with "Public Mutual" as the subject and drop me your phone number. I will try to be in touch as soon as possible. 

Basically I am a financial consultant. What I do is I go out and meet people and get them to invest with the company. It's okay if you don't have a background in finance. We have people from engineering, law, business, mass com and even medicine. Some only have SPM. Everything will be taught. My agency provides trainings 3 times a week. 

Some of the perks of working with my company:

  • Flexible working hours (which is why I get to spend so much time with Alayna)

  • Awesome salary scheme (I earned 5 figures on my 1st month with the company. Like I said, I'm VERY materialistic so I was really motivated to do well hahahaha)

  • Multiple bonuses

  • Passive income (means you can still get income even if you don't work)

  • No promotion quota. Anybody can get promoted at anytime, provided that you reach a certain target. I am now an Agency Manager (the 2nd highest ranking) after only 2 years in the industry. 

  • All-expense-paid overseas trip every year (flight ticket, accommodation, meals, shopping allowance). Last year they sent us to Los Angeles!


If you are 21 years old and above and you passed your SPM, you are eligible to apply. 

Have a good day everyone!




Saturday, May 4, 2013

Making Choices and Taking Risks

Last night we decided to watch Johnny English. Mainly because I didn't want to watch something heavy, but also because that was the movie that we watched on our first date 10 years ago. You can read about that here

A lot of memories came flooding back while watching that movie. Who would have thought that we would end up here. Almost 6 years married, and with a baby girl. All because of a chance encounter 11 years ago in Sabah. 

Nadri and I met in Sabah during a bowling tournament for MSSM. He represented Selangor and I represented Perlis (because I was studying in MRSM Beseri in Perlis at the time). To be honest the only reason I decided to join the bowling team was because we could go to Alor Setar for our weekend outings since there were no bowling alleys in Perlis for us to practice. No offence, but there was nothing in Kangar! If I walk for 20 minutes, I would end up in the same place. That's how small Kangar town is. And the only mall they had was The Store T_T

Sabah being a venue for the tournament was also a reason I decided to join the bowling team. We got to skip school for a week AND we got an all-expense-paid trip to Sabah AND we got RM 50 pocket money from Menteri Besar Perlis, whose son was on the team as well (I was 15 years old, RM 50 was a LOT to me ok lol). So that's basically how Nadri and I ended up being in the same place at the same time.

The funny thing was, the guy I had a crush on (who ended up being my first boyfriend not long after the trip) was also on the same bowling team. So there I was in Sabah, butterflies in my stomach and sparks flying while hanging out with this guy that I liked. I saw no one else. But Nadri saw me. And to cut the story short, I found out that he likes me and when he asked for my number, I gave it to him just to mess with boyfriend's head and make him jealous. Again, I was FIFTEEN so no judging hahahaha.

Nadri and I exchanged a few texts but nothing happened because I was madly in love with the other guy. I totally forgot about Nadri after that. Then in August 2002, I decided to quit MRSM after 8 months there. I was bullied by my seniors and I just got tired of it. I went back to my old high school SMKSSAAS in Shah Alam. 

I joined the bowling club for extra-curricular activity. Then in 2003 I represented my school in a bowling tournament for MSSS which was held at Sunway Pyramid Megalanes. And that was when I met Nadri again because he was training with the Malaysian bowling squad at the same bowling alley. The rest as they said, is history.

It's amazing where life takes you, based on the choices that you make. 

I almost didn't go to MRSM Beseri because I was the only one from my school who got a placement there. But in the end at the very last minute, I decided to go. If I didn't join the bowling team, I wouldn't have met Nadri in the first place in Sabah. If I didn't quit MRSM, I wouldn't have bumped into Nadri at the bowling alley in Sunway Pyramid. 

If I did things differently, if I had made different choices, I wouldn't be here today.

The thing about me is, I am not afraid of change or making drastic decisions, and I am willing to take risks. Especially if I am unhappy with a situation. 

When I decided to quit MRSM, my parents were against it and the principal wanted to give me all kinds of privileges to convince me to stay. But I knew what I wanted and my heart was set. So I packed all my bags, and took the flight home. Just like that. And sure enough, I was happier back in my old school, I got good results for SPM and I was reunited with the guy whom I ended up marrying.

Then my dad wanted me to take medicine, so I spent a year in PASUM @ University Malaya, decided that I hated it, and told them that I wanted to switch to a different path. So I went to UiTM and did my Diploma in Accountancy under the Fastrak Programme. And that led to me furthering my studies in Melbourne University for my degree.

After I graduated, I joined PricewaterhouseCoopers as an auditor. I gave 24 hours notice after 2 months because it was such a nightmare. But I was convinced to stay so I decided to give it another shot. The situation got better but I still didn't love the job itself. I dreaded going to work. I had no motivation to actually care about what I was doing. I was so unhappy and that's just not the way to live. So I quit 6 months after that. I had no back up plans and no other job offers at the time. All I knew was I hated what I was doing and I was not going to waste my time there. 

A month after that I joined Public Mutual, with no background in sales whatsoever. When I first came to the agency, I saw all the nice cars parked outside, I saw all the designer bags, I saw how they were all dressed up in suits and dresses and how the ladies were all made up. I finally felt like I belong hahaha (In PwC, I curled my hair and I got weird stares -_-). 

I was lucky enough to be introduced to the number one agency in the company so I had a lot of amazing leaders to learn from. I doubted myself at first because I was an incredibly shy person. How was I supposed to approach high profile people and make a pitch? But then again, I am VERY materialistic (don't judge, at least I like to get stuffs on my own ok). And this seems like the perfect job for me because it gives me the opportunity to earn as much as I wanted to. I just needed to have the motivation and the right guidance. Besides, if someone who can't even speak a word in English or didn't even go to college is earning 5 to 6 figures a month, why can't I? So I went for it.

Best decision of my life. 

Today, I am one of the lucky ones who can say that I truly love what I do. 

Basically my life has been a result of taking chances and having faith that Allah would guide me to the right path. Sometimes when I look back, even I'm surprised at how I could have made those kinds of decisions. Like deciding to get married at the age of 20 hehe. I am thankful that at the age of 26, I have managed to cross off a lot of things on my list. There's still a long way to go though, and more risks to take. Bring it on!





Thursday, May 2, 2013