I had received orders for the upcoming festive.... yup, my ex-colleagues boss wanted to order 6 bottles of almond cookies.... so does one of ex-colleague, she too wanted the almond cookies as well as peanut and strawberry cookies.... My current colleague, msged me yesterday for additional 100pcs of pineapple tarts, which comes up to 200pcs now....
Alhamdulillah, i'm glad with the response of my friends, thou' my lil 'business' is only thru' words of mouth..... 
Thou' my time is pretty tight, with night classes, i'm glad that i had the support of my mum and hubby.... Yup, i have to admit that most of the time they do nag at me for taking orders espescially we are still in the Syawal month, they still help me out.....
Upcoming orders are for my policy wing charity funding which will be on the 15th & 16th Nov, Ruby, our rep, approached me last friday and asked if i'm willing to do about 60 bottles of cookies (mixture) for the event.... how much i will be spending will be return to me whereas the profits will be channelled to the funds. 
As our car is still in the workshop, we went visiting last weekend by renting a car.... Managed to cover few houses.... Hopefully, our car will be ready by this Saturday, should there is no delay... Shall wait for the workshop to 
us for any good news....
A bouquet of white roses - 12 stalks given by hubby.... delivered to work....
The first bouquet in my 9years of relationship with hubby being delivered to workplace.... appreciate and lurve it a lot.......
i'm not joking... my car met with an accident last nite at around 8.35pm..... driver in control, HUBBY..... yup, a male driver.... hehe...
do not know exactly what happened, hubby(alone) was on his way to pick me up from school, and at bt.timah flyover, near K.A.P. opp Ngee Ann poly, he claimed, the car suddenly wnet out of control, it swift left and right and hit the flyover left wall, car was in a bad state, it's beyond decription.... i went to the scene by cab with my buddy, lucky she was there to accompany.... what we speculate could be the cause, is the front left tyre had punctured.... but hubby claimed he did not feel any difference when driving the car, no feel of one-sided weight nor any burst sound...
will talk more of it another time, with the pics uploaded....
u guys be the judge...
To all my friends, Eid Mubarak Maaf Zahir dan Batin.....
it's quite sometimes i hibernate from blogging.... rushing thru the orders, and alhamdulillah, all goes well, as planned, all kuih was finally delivered on the 9th. Thou' my own cookies was not like years before where i have varieties of it, i'm still contented with my relative's comment on my cookies - despite doing it at a 50% of effort....
hubby helped out a lot, really a great help, he cleaned up our room on top of the washing and cleaning of baking utensils... all was done on the eve of Syawal... last touch was the decoration lights, where he did it on Syawal morning itself...hehe...
As usual, we went to Geylang on the eve of Raya, was there around 2:30am to pick up hubby's baju kurung from Lily Boutique, idle around with in-laws at the bazaar, and finally did my mehendi.... send in-laws home, and we finally reached our own home at 5:45am... a very sleepy day for us when we left home for our in-laws place.... i dozed off in the car, and hubby struggled to keep his eyes open on the road....
Yesterday, we served our visitors with satay, bought around 200 over sticks from FIL, and hubby fanned the satay along our corridor, in 3hrs all the 200 over sticks are gone... as usual, we have visitors coming in and out continuously from 11am till 6pm....
guess, i have to wait for another week before i start my own visiting.... bet this weekend, there are more cuzzins coming over....
after ROW last saturday, which ended almost 9.30pm, hubby, elder princezz and myself had a walk + a lil shopping at Geylang..... parked our car at Joo Chiat, first thing in the list, is our hall's curtain... Mum had bought it earlier, but the upper skirting is missing, and what we have at home simply doesnt match with what she had bought... so, i decide to buy the other half for her.... as we walked down, i saw this "Chinese Garden" carpet which attracts me so much.... not only the colour or design, but the size of it... Mum had always wanted a carpet of a wider size, checked out the price, called Mum up, and we decide to buy the carpet (i had to share the cost wz her, 60-40, with me forking out the bigger share 
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As i took a break at a friend's shop, Butik Lily, hubby hunt for murtabak daging for Mum... yup, we actually stroll to Geylang for Mum's sake, most of the barang2 we bought are actually meant for her.... 
At around 11 plus, we decided to call it a day... on our way to the carpark, last item we managed to grab, decoration lights (lampu lap lip lah....), hmm, the one at home had asked to be changed, no more lights from it... 
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Didi fell asleep in the car, once home, after her shower, she fell asleep immediately... me and hubby had our share of the murtabak before sleep....
On Sunday, began preparing the almond cookies, hubby went to the market to grab some groceries as well as some meat.... it was the most tiring day for us, cos' we multi-task between almond cookies and cornflakes.... Mum cooked Mee Soto for buka... even during breakfast we did not eat much.... finally finish the orders for almond cookies and cornflakes order on Sunday itself...
Yesterday, after work, hubby did the straw almond cookies which only need to comply for the order of 2 bottles, whereas me, did the Suji.... for a single batter, only managed to fill up 2 bottles... will continue with the Suji and try to clear it by tomorrow (3more), as i'm taking a break from baking the cookies today... reason: biz policy class tonight... 
am extremely tired.... most of the time before dozing off to sleep, it does come across my mind, why do i wanna take orders... looking at the positive side, the returns at the end of the day is the only motivation of mine... 
.... an interesting experience for me as this is the first time i'm taking orders for Hari Raya... the last time when i did so, was CNY07, but it wasnt this bad.... hmm, now i know, how tired those people who have been taking cookies order for the festive season... mine is only at a begineer's stage... kudos! to them... esp those who take thousand orders for pineapple tarts 
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she c! ould own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she ! has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.
I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and natura! lly. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am! supposed to hold her until death does us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears.
I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote:
'I'll carry you out every morning until deaths do us apart'
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.
Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.
We teach some by what we say
We teach some more by what we do
But we teach most by what we are