for me, FOUR days draws the line of sanity.
the day after, i'll still be ok. the 2nd day i start to feel abit uneasy. the 3rd day, i'll start pestering him. he will be annoyed most of the time.. and tonight, just like many other nights, he will totally ignore me. by the 4th day, i will shut up.

i've seen many relationships either bloom or turned bitter. i've watched and experienced the many phases of a relationship, be it my own, my parents, my friends or anyone else. i understand no relationship is perfect and that each one has its own set of problems. more often than not, i wish that i can turn to my parents for advice when i face a problem with hafiz, but i've seen my mom cry because of my dad, and i've seen my dad cry because of my mum. i watched, learnt and tell myself not to make the same mistakes that my parents did. hafiz once told me, "only they can solve the problems between themselves, you cant do anything." true. because in a relationship, it is essential to solve a problem the most amicable way, where both parties would agree without feeling that they are being forced to. of course its easier said than done, i know that for myself. things happen for a reason, and they happen to make or break a relationship. i just hope that my relationship with my loved ones (esp YOU) will strengthen with each obstacle faced. insyaallah.

anyway, the phone bill came. and miraculously, its not as much as i had expected it to be. thank God. but still, i got a earful, ironically not from my parents. i will curb my smses. i will try to. seriously money can make me go mad. i dont spend as much as i used to alright! living in sg is seriously tough, high cost of living, high level of stress. i am much more happier living in a farm with my husband and family, or a small cottage by the sea. anything. my wants are fairly simple.

ok, i hope after reading this entry, you guys will still have the energy to read this piece of article from the straits time:-

http://www.straitstimes.com/Our%2BColumnists/Column/STIStory_266543.html?vgnmr=1

"But one thing these stories had in common was that they all revolved around the Police Academy in Thomson. As I got older, it puzzled me why my Chinese friends constantly referred to NS as 'army'. In my family and among my Malay friends, being enlisted in the army was like hitting the jackpot. The majority served in the police force because, as is known, the Government was not comfortable with Malay Muslims serving in the army. But there are more of them now.

Throughout my life, my father has always told me that as a Malay, I need to work twice as hard to prove my worth. He said people have the misconception that all Malays are inherently lazy...."

go and read it!