tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85274819819283277112011-07-07T17:15:23.910-07:00Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I'm only falling apart...the hunnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527481981928327711.post-78039691694323102492009-12-20T17:02:00.000-08:002009-12-21T17:05:27.929-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;">50 years ago today, my parents were married. No, don't imagine all the <a href="http://www.filemkita.com/filem/a/antara_dua_darjat_01.html">Antara Dua Darjat</a> or even <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_GFtse5MaA">Seniman Bujang Lapok scenes</a>. My parents' marriage were the norm then. They didn't meet, someone arranged it all for them. But they had 8 kids together, so there must be something there, I dunno.<br /><br />But truth be told, my parents is the true embodiment of love. No, not the lovey-dovey Hollywood movies staple. My parents, though my mom nags and my dad does his own thing, is in love in their own way. They tolerate each other. They stick around for each other. They argue with each other. They pray together.<br /><br />Love, is not about the smooth sailing. Love is about the ups and downs. It's about the times when you absolutely cannot stand your significant other, yet you hang on. You don't give up. You be there, no matter what.<br /><br />Love you Mak and Ayah. Happy 50th Anniversary. May you stay with us for many more, insyaAllah.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">xoxo,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Miss Fallin'</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8527481981928327711-7803969169432310249?l=fallin-apart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the hunnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527481981928327711.post-4148922798319845362009-12-13T22:27:00.000-08:002009-12-13T22:31:30.469-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;">This is the first entry. So I guess I better share the big idea, huh?<br /><br />Well, the title says it all. It's easier for me to pretend that things go on smoothly when in love, but let's be realistic, it won't be. So, I acknowledge that neither him nor me is perfect. And most of the things I'll be talking about may just be my fault as much as it is his. But so be it. I need an outlet before I lose my sanity altogether. Or worst, my love for the love of my life.<br /><br />So, although the title reeks of a little bit of heartache, this blog is about love. About how the bad stuff hanging around this emotion and how I deal with the said bad stuff.<br /><br />Ready for some roller-coaster ride?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">xoxo, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Miss Fallin'.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8527481981928327711-414892279831984536?l=fallin-apart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the hunnoreply@blogger.com0