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Wednesday, September 03, 2008

[[ You can't judge the opinions written in the books until you read them ]]

Day 3 of Ramadan and it has been raining since I could hardly remember. Because it's nice and cool, you don't feel like your whole energy's taken up by the heat. And for that, I'd reckon that it's not a weather one would complain when one is fasting.

On a personal level, I'd complain more on how nice it'd be to just lie in bed than being at work. Just listening to the raindrops hitting against your window pane and feel the coolness of it all....Well, that was what I had hoped for since Monday, while slowly sipping a cup of hot Milo before starting work.

I must've hoped too hard because 2 days later (which is today), I was given the "green light" to leave work early. No, I didn't tell my Boss my "desire" of wanting to listen to the raindrops hitting against my window pane...even though I should've tried my luck into doing so! But seriously, I was literally asked to leave. I was sick. And I still am. So as early as 10+ or so, I had left my office building.

And by 5pm or so, after taking the meds, after changing into my most comfortable of home clothes..I had, what I had wished for:

Being sick is not a nice feeling at all. Being always sick is worst.

But knowing that you'll always be sick, is something that you'd have to accept. And when self-acceptance is embraced, everything else comes down to patience.

Moving on, I deliberately had the windows slightly open so I could have rain splashing onto my face. But of course, that was just for a short while because it was starting to feel cold - obviously.

Spent sometime in bed under the comforter and a call from a distance of 10,264 kilometers (or 6378 miles or 5542 nautical miles), was made.

An hour or so of updates. Didn't and couldn't allow him to cut-in because then I'd forget. Well okay not really forget, but it's more of like I wanted to be sure, nothing was missing in my updates.

Though I was feeling cold, just hearing that familiar voice on the other line made my heart feel light and warm. To hear his encouraging words, his "what has happened so far" stories, his laughter, jokes, teasings...Masya'Allah. As I look back till where I am today, this journey that I've taken does have its ups and downs, but the strength and patience that I had gathered were all put together not only by me, but I got them from him as well.

Of late, things has been tough. It just makes me wonder why there such people. Why can't they just allow others to be happy? Why can't they just leave others alone instead of giving that sense of harassment to others? All this I can't find the answers and I doubt I can ever find them. I admit it was disturbing indeed but through time, as I had told myself, I'll get through it. It hurts but not everyone is the same. I can't make everyone the way I want them to be, all nice and friendly. However, it doesn't mean that I've to change into someone nasty and bite back. No, I won't. Because that's not the person I am.

I just don't understand why one should be "labelled" just because their partner is of another race/culture/nationality. No love stories are the same but here are others whom despite being looked upon has one way or another, managed to make it through...

Couple 1

Couple 2

Couple 3 (age-wise)

One thing I know for sure is that this "person" reads my blog and the only way for this "person" to understand is by showing that not all "angmohs" are what you may think they are.

They never asked for special treatments and they may have their doubts and questions considering that cultural/religious background differ, but that doesn't mean they are what you may presume - the lowest.

When a Malay girl is with a Western guy, she's an "SPG"..

But what would you label a Malay guy with a Western girl?

How could one label a person or discriminate their relationship??

The couple do get stares but that never got in their way of loving one another. I know and I dare to say this because, those pictures that I took?

They're my friends, who told me they'd get the drinks while I find a table for the 3 of us. And yes, they're a couple. And yes, Insya'Allah..if all's well, they're getting married - after Ramadan and the celebration of Hari Raya.

True enough, each person has an "ideal" partner. For a girl, it'd be a dream to be with a prince, for a guy it'd be a dream to be with the World's Top Model. They'd look into how his/her partner must look, walk, dress...but look again at the photos and I can assure you that all those "criteria" doesn't really matter when it comes to matters of the heart.

Like I said, not all love stories are the same. But look into the positive side and you'll realise that your love story can always end up in a beatiful fairy tale. You both just have to believe in order to make it work.

| 8:15 PM |
This is not the end.
This is not even the beginning of the end.
It is, instead, the end of the beginning..
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