Not a slightest clue

I am under pressure. I can feel my blood pressure rising high for the past few days. I hate it when people misread my post. I don't mean harm. I value your space and you should too with mine. And don't worry, all the juiciest scariest portion has been written secretly beyond anyone eyes.

I'm going off on a hiatus. That means this blog will be dull and boring with no updates. My last outing with hubby and baby and good buddy Charles will be on this Friday. The day I'll be going for my last check up before my C-sect delivery next week. I've yet to pack my stuffs. For now, I'm just trying to be mentally prepare for a second major operation of my life. The pain and the healing. Above all, I hope my baby girl is fine.

I apologise to anyone who feels hurt by my say. That includes my hubby, my own family, my hubby's family, friends and ex-boyfriends.

To my hubby, I love you the most. You know that from the start of our relationship. You help me a lot in my emotions and in my own family issue. Yesh... no one has a slightest clue except you. I love being married to you. I hope I'll go through the operation and come out stronger for you. I love our children: Abdurrahman and our baby girl (name still under debate). I'm sorry for not able to deliver your children naturally.

Enough said. Please please read me with open mind in future. I may look fine but I may not be.

A Little Poem "I WISH"

I wish...

To dig a hole and hide
For when I try to speak out my thoughts
I get condemn

I wish...

To be brave like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City
For when it comes to confronting
I chicken out

I wish...

To assume and be right in my words
For they make me look good in here
I don't think so I'm always assumably right

I wish...

To be patience and wait
For everything to cool down
I truly will wait

I wish...

To get my life back as normal
For I miss it badly
I shall again truly wait

Lastly,

I wish...

To tell
For me don't fancy being told off
I truly am.