be my baby

awww I know this is too far off the horizon, but watching this daddy and daughter singing harmoniously, makes me can't wait to have each of my own :)

I have had this on repeat for days and been playing it countless times. simply adorable and uplifting :)

it also makes me wonder, if Fariz will be a good father?

I'll make you happy, baby

Just wait and see

For every kiss you give me

I'll give you three

Oh, since the day I saw you

I have been waiting for you

You know I will adore you

'till eternity

So won't you please

(Be my, be my baby)

Be my little baby

(My one and only baby)

Say you'll be my darling

(Be my, be my baby)

Be my baby now

(My one and only baby)

Woah-oh-oh-ohh

beauty is pain

Being a girl isn't all fine and dandy. After PMS, we get periods.. which sometimes will make us feel like ripping out our ovaries. But then without them? we would grow beards -_-"

then we have to suffer labor pains, which before that..is a nine months of discomfort that comes with being pregnant: the morning sickness, the weight gain, stretch marks, cravings and all..

Reproduction aside, we girls have to make a lot of sacrifices in the name of beauty, too. We don bras that dig into our chest, we swap comfort for killer heels and we tip toe in stilettoes. We get stiff necks for carrying voluminous handbags that are too heavy, slap our faces with a lot of crap, and yank body hairs out of their roots. yes.. threading, plucking, tweezing, waxing, shaving.. urrgghh..

Even after all of that, at the end not only we're supposed to be pretty, but we are also expected to be petite, polite and perfect.

owh well, see? enough said. I rest my case..


On the flip side, Fariz is a little scruffy as many other men would be. it was hard enough to even get him to use the basic facial things, like the cleanser. Not only he thinks that he can get his face clean enough while he showers, he sometimes just couldn't care less about washing it at all at night and simply plops into bed-_-"

as a result, he has been growing blackheads on his face and nourishing them with junk for over 26 years. the first time I made him stick those biore pore strip and wrench it off his nose, the amount of gunk that came off was..yuck!

So, yada yada..I am now yet to introduce him to the world of toners, moisturizers, day cream, night cream, eye cream, serum, masque and all!

just wait until we start to live under the same roof..we are so going to walk around the house together with facial mask, looking like ghosts! muaaahahaha

anyway, in my latest attempt to make Fariz the hottest boyfriend in town..I finally managed to lecture talk him into having his first ever facial treatment!

with his skin condition and considering that it was his first, there was sure a hell lot of hard work to do...

Fariz was fast to learn that: facial = torture

he didn't like the steamer part and was oh boy! almost whimpering like a baby during the extraction..

me: sakit ke sayang?

Fariz: Mmm..yea..mmm..mmm..mmm..mmm...(voice slurring away with pain)

me: sikit je lagi k..sikit je

Fariz: mmm..mmm (too speechless due to pain)

he was making all sorts of groaning noise, really. made me felt quite embarrassed -_-

I rubbed his arm and held his hand, but even that doesn't seemed to help.. if only he didn't have cotton pads covering his eyes, I would have seen tears streaming down his cheek

after awhile, Fariz raised his white flag of surrender..he begged the aesthetician to stop as she was pricking half-way through his nose which by that time already looked like a fat juicy strawberry, all red and with a lot of big dots...

HAHAHAHAHA

I wish I have a picture of his strawberry nose, to show you now really..

honestly I still don't quite believe it was all that painful..even I can tolerate it, why can't he?

mengada!

still adorable, blackheads or not...

p.s: up next: I really really wish I can do something to his hair...or just shave him off till botak

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the big black cloud

Top TEN signs that I am PMS-ing :p

1. I don't do naps anymore, I just sleep like there is no tomorrow

2. Even one pimple suddenly makes me feel like the most hideous beast of God's creation

3. I don't wana talk to Fariz but I want him to keep calling, until I feel like picking up-_-"

4. then I would wake him up at 1 AM and accuse him for not being caring or loving enough because he hasn’t call in more than two hours

5. I forgot what it was like to be happy

6. I feel like adding chocolate chips to my omelette

7. Pants that fit yesterday now suddenly gives me a muffin top

8. All I really want to do is curl up and cry T_T

9. I become so scary, even I don't want to be around me

and lastly, I can't be bothered to finish what I started..like this pointless top ten list thing, for example..pffffttt

So, I'll just leave you with this~ a no nonsense PMS survival guide with a huge amount of humor for men. hahaha it had me rolling off the chair laughing when I first saw it:



all picture source: google

thank you for the memories

Never mind those women who want an all girlie only bachelorette bash. it's what the bride wants that counts! fun or not so fun, I don't want Fariz to miss any of it.

and Fariz too, deserves a celebration for his hard work and success in his recent exams :) so the trip was all on me (I suddenly became really generous and kind after I rob him all out & mercilessly for the 'duit hantaran') hahaha.

so anyway what happened was...we basked under the scorching hot sun, acted all cute & touristy and took photos every 3 steps away..typical yet fun :)

we jumped, we yelped and screamed our hearts out. we hugged tighter and breathed harder. Then, we giggled it all away. the thrill of getting tossed in all direction and the glorious adrenalin storm that comes with riding all the roller coasters there is, freak the hell out of us but at the end only left us wanting more :)

and owh the slight misadventure and little drama we had at the end of the trip, I feel tired even just thinking about it.. but I'm glad I went with a bunch of sweet girlfriends and a cool guy who made it bearable, all in all

Thank you Fariz and girls, for the memories. *blows kisses*

well yeah we survived the Battlestar Galatical rides, with err rolling heads and flying hearts!

Lee Yin refusing to take the Revenge of the Mummy ride..pffft!
don't really understand her willingness to look after our bags, but thanks a bunch anyway :p

finally a taste of Hollywood at Mel's Drive In..

and big chunky english style chips :) or fat french fries as the Americans call it

Princess Fiona (to Fariz): Awww you must have been working really hard, you've got 4 princesses
Me: well I hope not -_-"

Princess Fiona: Did your Prince made you wait for a very very long time?
Me: err Yes, 26 years!

we can't have Shrek, but we can at least have his head or face or ear..

I really want this Princess Fiona's tiara, but Lee Yin was like "Syazana, don't buy rubbish!" -_-" uhh well okaaaay.

usually she's the one who always goes yeah nice, nice buy buy. weird..

soaking up the UV rays but nobody bothered to slap on more sunblock, so we hided under the umbrellas instead

Fariz too started to develop heat rash after awhile and was itching everywhere so I made him take Loratadine 10mg STAT. Thank God we're all pharmacists hahaha

Told you we acted all cute and err funny :p

nowadays you don't have to be a celebrity to receive an Oscar or Hollywood award. You just need to be like Fariz and all the trophies go to you :)

but owh well there goes, a toast to the end of my singlehood..
a little more than one month to go! sigh...

p.s: more pictures on FB

sandwich yum yum

Here I am, almost a year and a half into the most incredible relationship, wondering what good did I do that I got to be so lucky to be with a man who equals to everything I have ever wanted, and yet he thinks he's the lucky one to have me in his life.

Fariz doesn't smoke like ex-bf A, he is cooler, waaaaaaay way cooler than ex-bf B, is never mean like ex-bf C and is as charming as ex-bf D. He is the most forgiving, most romantic, the funniest, the most generous, the most intelligent, the one who sings with the best voice, has the coolest job, biggest dream and brightest future.

owh Ok I know any man loathes being compared to another man. It drags their towering ego down the edge. but it's a different story if it's a flattering comparison, no? Nobody, be it in the past or future can beat Fariz, after all...

Anyway yeah there goes..the best boyfriend in the whole world once again reinstated his position :)

but lets face it. Fariz is not perfect.

because he is IMPOSSIBLE! such an unbelievable clumsy little freakkkkkkkk I tell you! every now and then, doing things that get under my skin!

Today as he was leaving to see me, he accidentally lock himself out of the house. and as if that is not bad enough, he actually got stuck in between two doors~ the metal grille and the front door...

...like a sandwich!!!!

I have never been to his place, so I can only wonder how on earth did he manage to fit himself through the narrow slit in between the grille and the door which I imagine looks like the one we have at home

Fariz: Sayang, I don't think I can come to see you.

Me: what happened?

Fariz: I'm trapped between the doors!!!!! I left my keys on the knob in the inside

uurghh but howwww??! you're soooo fatttt! but he sounded really stressed and hurt, I just can't bring myself to upset him even more.

I called him back awhile after he told me he is waiting for his housemate to come to his rescue. Lucky thing he got his phone with him

Me: you ok dear sayang?

Fariz: No! T_T

Me: what are you doing now?

Fariz: Nothing. I can't do anything, can't even sit

HAHAHAHAHAHA

the vision of him being 'jailed' and standing in the small space between two closed doors was too silly and pitiful that I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. and I imagine his face looking like this:

Fariz's rare 'muka seposen'

aww so cute yet so kesian
exactly how he would look when he is stressed out or after getting scolded by me


me? I look as fierce as always

but of course he wouldn't appreciate any scolding for now, so... after he feels better later, maybe *evil laugh*

Reminiscing series: fairy dust

Contrary to popular belief, living abroad is not always a bed of roses. Difficulties or challenges are expected and it has its own share of hardship and frustrations.

it's like when you live there, you get all homesick and wanted to leave. but when you leave, you wanted to return-_-"

but anyway, perhaps at the end it's normal to only remember the good things and forget the bad. bad memories somehow seem mitigated by the good because every time I look back, I swear part of my reminisce always includes wishing that God would give me another opportunity to do some things all over again...

such as, errr...going to school for free and getting paid to do so (read: scholarship) . Owh how I was blessed hehehe (minus the fact that I've got to serve the government for a good ten years now, yek!)

learning new things everyday, meeting people, falling in love and feeling overwhelmed by the warmth of strangers, breathing in the cold and crisp fresh air, living literally next door to Oxford Street! and calling myself a Londoner *flips hair*

"ait mate, cuppa tea? yeh cheers. lovely weather we're avin innit?" hahaha oops i mean LOL

and then the best part there is: traveling and seeing places...

so because today I had nothing better to do than sift through my disk,

I'd allowed myself to float off to the beautiful distant memories of.. Paris....

aauwww..look at me, even at the ripe age of 24, I don't think I was ever too old for theme parks :)

ok, yeah ok I don't want to jinx it, but..

the most awaited weekend is almost here yeay

to more rollercoasters and beyond!!!!