Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Thursday, March 3, 2011

New life


Sometimes I was so tired I collapsed straight away without caring to cook. Some other times I forced myself and cook up anything that comes to mind. Some times I enjoyed the kitchen so much I cooked like a pro (really, Ayuni?..). Most of my times spent in the room reading novels, tidying up the room, sleeping like a log and marveling on the fact that I am a wife to the most wonderful person in the world. All in all, its a totally different life and I am still learning. I guess he is too.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Eldest


A chaotic plan would be an understatement of last Saturday's event. As Abah and Mama succumbed to our elders' 'proper' plan (as they termed it), I gave in. At that point of time I guessed, being the eldest of their grandchildren had certainly brought more disadvantages than privileges.

Nevertheless, his family has been kind enough to bear with the inconveniences and I am thoroughly grateful to them. My aunts and uncles lended their hands until the end of the ceremony and I just cant be thankful enough. All in all, I was overcome with a mixture of relief and gratitude.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

12+10 red roses

wondering how can 12+10 red roses make a person so happy beyond words..

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

To know and to feel flattered

Knowing something I should not is a terrible feeling. I could not deny that I was flattered. But I am guilty on both charges. For knowing and for being flattered.
It was another episode of guilty pleasure all over again. (sigh).

Monday, September 7, 2009

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

Another episode of guilty pleasure


I dont really know what it is about him that caught me off guard like this. Guilt sweeps over me. Part of me wants to pull away. Another part of me wants him so bad.
I know I have to pull away to put a stop to this guilty pleasure. If both of us need this love to be true, (I mean, really, really true) we both need to have a grip on ourselves.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Acknowledgement (who's in, who's not)


Alhamdulillah for thousands of times, indeed, because I would never have able to complete this thesis project if not because of Allah. There is no other than Allah that keeps my faith and will to light on until the very end.
There is no word grateful enough to express my appreciation to my family for being the sentinels, the inspiration, the courage, the spirits, the reason for me to brave this path of knowledge and life. Without them, I would never have learned how to grow, to walk, to read and write. They are my safest place to hide, full of blessings, prayers and love.
A tremendous gratitude goes to my supervisor, Br. Mohd. Said Nurumal. His precious, priceless advice and help are treasured in this thesis project. My gratitude extends to The Dean of Kulliyyah of Nursing, Prof. Dr. Kamaruzzaman Wan Su, the research coordinator, Asst. Prof. Dr. Laith Issa Yassin AlAraji, the biostatistician, Assoc. Prof. Dr. Jamalludin Ab. Rahman, my co-supervisor, Sr. Sanisah Saidi, my lecturers, Assoc. Prof. Dr. Aishah Ali, Sr. Rubbya Hassan, Sr. Wan Hasliza Wan Mamat, and other Kulliyyah of Nursing lecturers, clinical instructors and administrative staffs. A lot of thanks also intended for nurses, physicians and staffs of Clinical Research Centre, Intensive Care Unit, Cardiac Care Unit and High Dependency Ward of Hospital Tengku Ampuan Afzan (HTAA).
These four years of grace would never be more blissful without friends to lean on along the way. The joy, fun, tears, love, disputes, winnings and loss my friends have brought into my life draw a momentous chapter of my lifetime story. The comfort and support they give will be cherished forever.
(Ultimately, my appreciation is for someone whose love is like the river. Loyal and caring. Always there and understanding. Patient and loving. Supportive and lively. I couldn't have asked for more from him. Thank you, my love).

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Perfection

how can a man be so perfect yet looked perfectly normal at the same time?...

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The rain and the river


My love for him flows like a creek from deep mountain into a river and flows forth into the sea. Sometimes it flows slowly, gently and affectionately through. Sometimes it tumultuously streaming full of passion and yearning.

Once, there was a dam in the river. It kept my love from pouring forth. Nonetheless, it failed to hold. The turbulence was so strong and had smashed the dam into pieces. Next thing I knew, all the feelings I've been suppressing, bottled-up inside me surge out. He welcomed it gratefully and lovingly. I had never knew of how much love that I've been containing inside all this while until last night. But I know he, too, was surprised by the intensity of the infatuation.

His love is like the rain. It cools the heated earth. It moistened and dampened the dry land. It rejuvenates the trees. It waters the river. It is loyal. It gives hope. It is reviving. It is
calming. It brings and renews hope. It inspires faith.
I love him. And he loves me. It is all that matters.