Thursday, July 26, 2007


I long for a holiday. With Kamal.

Monday, July 23, 2007


After a week of celebrating life with food glorious food, Kamal and I sweated out the excess calories in the fitness center, and voila, we glow.

Work Hard, Play Hard

I am completing an office assignment. Tomorrow, I will be out of office again. Another assignment.

I choose not to be chauffered by the office chauffer. Just because I would love to enjoy my classical music. Moreover, I love the thrill of driving on my own to a foreign destination, for the first time.
During lunch hour, I went out of this building to refuel my car and energy. For the latter, I sat in a cafe for half an hour with my book and a cup of coffee with raw sugar. The coffee was bitter, perfect for the book mood.

I am addicted to coffee. Perhaps, I should get a mocha and continue reading. Not the fiction, but the assignment.

Work hard, play hard, only to work harder.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

19 Again

The date with Mas and Tiqa at Shroom last Friday rekindled the memory when we last met two and a half years ago. Then, Kamal and I had our first date at Nippon Tei. Mas and Tiqa joined me in Suria KLCC later for dinner, with details of our life as dessert.

We were a bunch of fresh graduates, who were thrilled with what life had to offer How we laughed and laughed as we enjoyed each other's company. We are none the better now, still thrilled with life. The laughter never ceased. What may change is the way we value our friendship, now that we are occupied with more commitments.

Tiqa made me talk about married life and married life alone because Mas refused to give the details of her romance. We ended up finishing the pizza Tiqa ordered. Typical us. We did exchange the latest news about our coursemates back in university, too. Also discussed was an escapade plan for the school holiday. Apparently, we missed our sidekicks and wished they were with us so that there would be more news to share and more escapades to plan.

Friday, July 20, 2007

A True Tale

The Prince Charming swept The Charming Princess away in his gold carrier and presented her with a bouquet of breathtaking flowers.

The Prince Charming and The Charming Princess then live happily ever after.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Bigger Than Life

Meanwhile, my close chums at work modified a birthday poem for me. I love it. Each word.

It is dear Chech’s birthday,
Twenty six years young,
The cake candles are lit,
The birthday song is sung.

Dearest Chech, haven’t known you long,
But already know you well,
We are crazy about you and Kamal,
But I guess that you can tell.

But lately, our dear Chech,
Seems on a new, bold cause,
Becoming a regular gym rat,
Exercising without pause.

Dear Chech, so wonderful,
To have you as a pal,
You are a great, stupendous friend and wife,
An extraordinary gal.

Great friend, great buddy always,
Please accept our hugs and kisses,
For lots of joy throughout your life,
You have our greatest wishes.

From Fique & Ayue.

I also would love to thank other chums for the wishes. I love them. Each thought.


A surprise birthday celebration was thrown for Intan and I by our division colleagues. Cheers to the us. Cheers to them.

The celebration took place in a boss' room, where Intan was handling the contribution of a book by the division. To coax me to the room without raising any curiosity, a colleague asked for my favour to assist her with a paper, at her place, which was nearer to the room where the other birthday girl worked in.

A detour puzzled me. Then, I saw the books, the crowd, and lastly, the cake. On it was written 'Happy birthday Intan and Aishah'. Both Intan and I were touched.

Simple the celebration might be, but it was a very nice surprise. Happy birthday to Intan. Happy birthday to me. The song was sung.

For Myself

The Book Thief.

Happy Birthday, Sayang.


Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Lat and I

Introducing Lat, one of my close chums in Seri Puteri. Together with Azmah, they raided my locker in Raja Udang at 4:00 a.m. just to surprise me with a birthday present. Raja Udang was in Block A. Lat's dorm was in Block C, across a field. Too bad I was a morning person then. Yes, I caught them in the act, but I pretended to sleep. Heh. We were always playing pranks with each other indeed.

Lat B.J. More like it. She coached me in Mathematics at 3 Usaha, aside from Tini and Ima as my other coaches. From a constant C because I did not prefer the subject, I got A towards Penilaian Menengah Rendah. To the delight of a certain strict teacher, who roared at those with 89 percent and below, my mark was always above 90 for each exercise she gave a month before the examination.

Then, Lat and I chose Art as one of Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia elective subjects, partly to reduce the burden of being in the Pure Science stream, and mostly to maximise our creativity. She is talented and I am glad she stays true to her enthusiasm. Now, Lat is an architect.

I missed our days painting mural merely to skip formal dinner. The days we and the rest of the Art students took banner orders through Cikgu Hadi for the money and a chance to skip evening preparation class because the banners had to be done in the air-conditioned recreation room.

I missed her. I got the opportunity to be in Kuala Lumpur yesterday. I thought of her. We met. We contemplated which food would be great for dinner. We actually sat at a table for half an hour just talking without ordering anything.

We shared the ups and downs of our love life, we updated each other with friends' happenings, we talked about working for the government, and we basically talked about everything under the sky. Afterward, we window-shopped. We concluded that we must see more of each other. More chums to join us next time, please.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Berikan Aku Diari, Ku Tulis Setiap Hari

Chech always nags me for not blogging.
:) And, I love her for it.

And, I love this song, too. It was just playing on the radio, which reminded me of how much I love her.
Benar dikau ku cinta
Setiap detik ku puja
Kau sering perhatiku
Sambil belai rambutmu
Tak ingin aku lupa
Kenangan yang tercipta
Berikan aku diari
Ku tulis setiap hari

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Adopt Love, Give Love

Kamal and I had a talk this morning. The topic has cropped up previously, but I had a dream that inspired me to think deeply about what Kamal had suggested. We are considering adoption.

No, we are not losing hope to have our own children because we believe in destiny. Every thing happens at the right moment. Our life is in fact so blissful that we would love to share it. We are certain of our decision, but we prefer to take a step at a time. The first step is to find a baby to adopt.

We have yet to tell both sets of parents. If we are destined to have a child of our lineage, then he or she will have an elder brother or sister. Of course, the decision depends much on our parents' opinions. All the best.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

I am Happy

I particularly enjoyed today because:

+ Eventually, I was able to manage my low motivation at work.
+ To celebrate my positivity, Kamal prepared our favourite watermelon juice.
+ Tuesday means Ugly Betty and Desperate Housewives.
+ Last but not least, I am energetic again.

Take a Break, Take a Meme

I was tagged by Kak Anne. The meme was started by Idham.

The rule:
If you are tagged, you need to write an entry related to the meme. At the end of your entry, you just need to tag as many persons as you like. You will then leave a comment in their blogs to let them know they have been tagged. Then, please copy and paste this rule in your entry.

The meme is about completing at least seventeen out of the following twenty seven sentences.

A person is only as good as he gets.
Friendship is always precious.
To love is to give, unconditionally.
Money makes me thankful.
I miss Anis, Haris, and Haikal. 
My way of saying I care is by going to the gym with him.
I try to spread love and happiness through this blog.
Pick the flowers when you feel like surprising your loved ones.
To love someone is to let him be himself.
Beauty is me.
When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was the happy time in Seri Puteri.
When I was twenty one, I remember the happy time in Universiti Teknologi Malaysia.
I am most happy when I am with Kamal.
Nothing makes me happier than being with Kamal.
If I can change one thing, I will change nothing.
If smiles were gems, then I would dazzle.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could travel the world whenever we want to.
If you want to wear a skirt then you have to shave your legs.
Money is not everything but then again, everything is money nowadays.
The most touching moments I have experienced is the day I married Kamal.
I smile when I think of my beautiful life.
When I am happy, I become a chatterbox.
If only I don't have to cook, then I could spend the time to read more.
The best thing I did yesterday was driving voluntarily so that Kamal could sleep in.
If I ever write a book, I will give it this title, Being Your-True-Self.
One thing I must do before I die is to travel here and there.
Doing this meme, I feel like writing another blog entry.

I am tagging anybody who feels that work is stressful at the moment, thus a need to take five.

Monday, July 09, 2007

Limp Biscuit

Biskut lemau, masuk angin :)

Saturday, July 07, 2007


Try to sip freshly brewed coffee with a bite of dark praline chocolate.

Cherish how the chocolate melts with the warmth of coffee,
inducing bittersweet explosion, which quickly seeps into the senses.

Kiss afterwards.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Pit Stop

So much to tell, so little time.

In Seremban, I shall update.

Thursday, July 05, 2007


I am nursing a broken heart.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Durian Dream Ditebuk Tupai

I have not called my mother for two days. I miss her, but simultaneously, I actually dread to call her. If I do, I might break her heart.

On Monday, right after reaching home from an appointment with the oncologist, she called me. She was her cheerful self. Our conversation towards the end:

"Kak Lang balik kampung nanti?"

Then, I warned her not to prepare Bubur Kacang Hijau Durian. The dessert would sabotage my healthy diet. Ahem. To which my mother replied:

"Oh, Ayah and I have a better plan than Bubur Kacang Hijau Durian. We are going to hold a fruit feast."

According to her, Ayah Soh and his family from Chini, The Kuantan Chapter, The Kuala Lumpur Chapter, and The Melaka Chapter would be around.

I had an appointment with the gynaecologist that day, so, I also had all the time in the world to daydream about the fruit feast and all the relatives I will meet. My father's mini orchard has been fruitful this year. 30 durians in one weekend, all in great condition. Then, there were rambutans and mangosteens. Not to forget, dragon fruits. To have all those amidst conversations and laughters would be ideal.

Yesterday, I came to office earlier to check on my in tray as I took a two-day leave last Thursday and Friday, followed by a medical leave by my gynaecologist on Monday. Upon entering my cubicle, I was greeted with stacks of documents on my table. I read the shortest of them all first, a memo. It ruined my first day at work for the week. There will be a workshop this weekend. There goes the fruit feast. There goes my parents' hope to have all the children together in Rembau again.

Luckily, the workshop will be held in Royal Adelphi Hotel, Seremban, which is only 20 minutes away from my parents' place. However, I need to persuade my brothers to stay in Rembau until Sunday evening, as the last activity ends at 4:30 p.m.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

She Who Lives

When I first took Clomid for the unexplained infertility treatment, my weight increased. According to my gynaecologist, only a small percent of women on Clomid experienced weight gain. Most would suffer from mood issues, hot flashes, visual symptoms, insomnia, nausea, and vomitting.

All this while, I could bear with the weight gain but recently, I had mood issues. The ever calm Kamal volunteers to be my private masseur. The offer came as soon as I realised how immature my reaction was towards the series of unfortunate events.

My realisation of the immaturity was also triggered by a dubious scheme. Rumours they were. No matter how steely one is, rumours might be true. So a thought crossed one's mind.

Nevertheless, I am Aishah, She Who Lives. Alhamdulillah, I am living a great life. I am loving others no matter what.


I am dying to see my family. I am not merely missing the parents and the siblings. I long to be with them. Even Kamal's presence failed to soothe the longing.

When the longing creeps, it is best to get back to myself. A personal space where I could be alone. As the longing creeps when I am down. It would weave itself into a cocoon that protects me from being hurt. So protective, I would be inclined to think that the only unpretentious people are my family members. That is scary, I know, because reclusiveness is not me.

I am calmest when I am alone. The longing will be gone. The protectiveness, too. Nevertheless, being alone only allows me to properly breathe. It has not inspired me to love. How do I love again?

Please do not preach to me about love though. I am not as faithful as I thought I was.
Please let me think loudly albeit how wrong it could be.
It is crucial for you to know that I might not be as faithful, but I have not lost my faith.
More importantly, please do not judge me for I need support, not judgment.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Jungle Train

There is something sensual about the jungle train cabin.