Book | Why Men Marry Bitches

Author: iyda /

Wanna read this book..hmmm..boleh habis kan ke x eh?hmmm
wanna find it 1st then let we see..i sleep or not when read this book or i just ignore the book in my bookcase..

just read the ->

“Make him chase you…Until you catch him. Never shy and always laugh-out-loud funny, Sherry Argov’s Why Men Marry Bitches is a sharp-witted manifesto that shows women how to transform a casual relationship into a committed one. With the grittiest of girlfriend-to-girlfriend detail, Argov removes the kid gloves and explains why being extra nice doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll be more devoted. The guide shares real-life “no holds barred” interviews with men who answer the following in raw detail: How do men manipulate a relationship to keep it casual? Do men deliberately push women’s emotional buttons? How can she convince him commitment was his idea? How can she invite a proposal without saying a word? Whether you are single, married, recently separated, or just fed up with your family members telling you to fetch a husband because time is running out, Why Men Marry Bitches is the must-have guide that will show you how to exude confidence, win his heart, and get the love and respect you deserve.

interesting what?jom2 serbu MPH..=)

Movie | Dear John

Author: iyda /

OMG, its really touch my heart..
she ask me to watch this movie before she pass away..
im so sorry dear..xdgr ckp u watch this movie early..
i dah tunaikan slepas u dah xde..really sorry..its too late right?hmm
i cry,too much..i really miss u.
damn hurt! love u.
hope u read this post but...=( dear, i miss you, i love u..

Dear John is a romantic drama about a solder, John Tyree (Channing Tatum) who falls in love with Savannah Curtis ( Amanda Seyfried), the idealistic college student, while he was home on leave. After 2weeks of falling in love, they are separated for 7 years by John’s increasingly dangerous deployments. They stay in touch by sending a continuous stream of love letters overseas. But it stopped after awhile…. why? Ok, you guys have to watch it! I’m not telling you. :p

6.7.2010 (Wednesday) . Always in my memories.

Author: iyda /


What moves through us is a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch, we may not understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before we were ready to say good-bye, but little by little, we begin to remember not just that you died, but that you lived. And that your life gave us memories too beautiful to forget.

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you and whispered "come to me." With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.

Love you forever, peace, prayers and blessings.

6.7.2011 (Wednesday)
Hospital Ampang.
ICU Ward.

Note | 30 Secrets Every Women keeps from her Men

Author: iyda /

I just read the article about this..interesting interesting..i thought it would be great if i can share it with you readers;

My Best Friend Knows Everything
My best friend knows everything. She knows all of your vitals—from the size of your bank account to the size of your other, um, holdings—and she knows how both compare with those of every other man I've ever dated. I have done a hand-comparison measurement so I can divulge size and girth with a high level of accuracy. When my friend smirks at you knowingly, you are not imagining it. She knows. So just know that she knows, and deal with it. (It's not going to change.)
Ask her about me, or chat with her about our relationship, at your own risk. She will tell me. Even—in fact, especially—if she promises not to. This is not always a bad thing (e.g., if you happen to be telling her how much you love me). But, in general, remember that she is my confidante first, and yours never.

Your Hands Turn Me On
Just looking at your hands can turn me on.

I Sleep in Your T-Shirt
When you go away, even for a day, I sleep in your favorite old T-shirt because it smells like you.

I Lie About My Number 

I'll never tell you exactly how many men I've slept with. No matter how sincere I appeared when I answered your question, chances are I wasn't. As an unscientific guideline, when a woman says she's slept with four men, the real number is actually closer to seven. Her fib is partly intentional (she doesn't want to appear a floozy), but mostly it's sexual amnesia. When a woman wants to pretend an encounter never occurred, she simply scraps the man from her official score sheet. Common excuses that lead to such an omission: The actual sex lasted only a few thrusts; or she was drunk or on the rebound.

I Fantasized About You

I fantasized about being with you at least a dozen times before we actually first got naked.

I Compare You to My Exes

I still think about my ex-boyfriends and compare them to you. Mostly you win. Sometimes not.

I've Googled Your Exes

I have Googled your exes.

I Lose My Appetite

When I'm falling in love with you, I completely lose my appetite

My Body isn't Always this Smooth

My body really isn't naturally this hairless and smooth all over. But I will never allow you to see any indication whatsoever of all the shaving, tweezing, waxing, exfoliating, and moisturizing that gets it this way.

I Can Be Disorganized

I only appear to have it all together. My true organization (or lack thereof) is revealed in my closet, my makeup bag, my desk files.

I Know About Your Porn Stash

I have discovered your porn stash and your frequently visited porn Web sites and think the things that turn you on are hilarious.

I Always Need Extra Time

When I say, "I'm ready," I'll need exactly 7 more minutes to get ready. Don't try to cheat the system by showing up 7 minutes later; I will still need an extra 7 minutes.

I'm Usually Late

When I say, "I'll meet you in 15 minutes," I mean I will leave in 15 minutes, and thus won't actually arrive for at least 30 (but probably more like 40).

You've Made Me Cry

You've made me cry more times than you'll ever know.

I Like When You Call

I obsess about when you're going to call me again. The period of time between our first date and your "Thanks for a great night; when can I see you again?" always seems stretched into slow motion. So don't worry about looking too eager. Call. Even if you only wait until noon the day after, it will feel like a lifetime to me. And don't send me an e-mail unless you want me to put you in the figurative trash can along with your message.

I Want You to Talk a Little Dirty

I want you to talk a little dirty.

I Saved Your Voice Mails

At the beginning of our relationship, I save all of your voice mails and listen to them (and make my friends listen, too), repeatedly.

I Wear Granny Underwear

I might wear granny underwear and purposely not shave my legs because I like you. As crazy as it sounds, the more I like you, the less likely I am to sleep with you on an early date, because I don't want to sabotage having a "proper" relationship with you. So I just might purposely hunt out the ugliest underwear in my drawer and not shave my legs—all to prevent myself from getting naked with you too soon. Sometimes I might get a little tipsy or carried away, and this plan will backfire.

I Spend a Lot on Clothes

I split the cost of my fashion purchases over two or more credit cards, so you don't notice the gargantuan deficit.

I'm Constantly Testing You

I'm constantly testing you. I observe, analyze, and judge every action, word, gesture, e-mail, and facial expression. When I ask you if you want to have a threesome, I don't mean it. If you want me to speak to you again, let alone sleep with you after this conversation, the answer should always be, "Why would I want to sleep with another woman when I have you?"

I Check Your Butt Out

I check out your butt every time you leave the room.

I Need to Know You Want Me

I need constant indications that you want me around. That's why it's better, for example, to say, "I want you to come away with me for the weekend. Could you come with me?" than to ask, "What are you up to this weekend?"

I Love It When You're Jealous

I love it when you get a little jealous. So if you ever see me flirting in front of you with the waiter, the bus driver, or another guy at a party, know I'm actually flirting with you—through him.

You're Sexy When You Go to Work

Even though I may complain that I don't see you enough (or that you work too hard), I find nothing sexier than watching you put on a suit in the morning and rush off to work.

I Start Fights When I Feel Ignored

I start fights with you because I'm feeling ignored. I'm trying to force emotion out of you. Don't retreat into your cave; just give me what I want: some attention. And never tell me to "calm down," unless you want to guarantee that I absolutely won't.

I Think You're Cheap if I Pay

Even if I insist on paying or splitting the bill on our first date, I'll think you're cheap if you let me.

I've Fantasized About Your Best Friend

I may find your best friend repulsive, but I've fantasized about sleeping with him. Not because I want him, but because I want a piece of a guy who is so close to you.

My Friends Know Things Before You

If I'm going to break up with you, all of my friends know way before you do. I've been talking about it for 2 weeks.

I Get Nostalgic About Us

When we do break up, I put all photographs of you and mementos of our relationship in a shoe box and store it in my closet. Just in case I get nostalgic. Just in case you come back.

I Want You to Take Control in Bed

I want you to take control in bed. Yes, I have a successful career, I'm financially independent, I live on my own, and I don't need a man to make me happy (in theory). I still want you to pick me up, carry me to the bedroom, and take without asking.

p/s not all point i agree,just certain on that i ready for my becoming prince.


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Author: iyda /

Malays, they act like they have money, but actually they don’t.”

I was shocked. What would you do? They can’t say right to your face, but said it behind you, and acting all nice in front of you.

What’s this? I pity them.hmm

A Women.

Author: iyda /

I got this from 1 of blogger that i always follow.., i thought it would be great if i can share it with you readers;

“Whatever you give to a woman, she will make it greater. Give her sperm, she will give you a baby. Give her a house, she will give you a home. Give her groceries, she will give you a meal. Give her a smile and she will give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what she is given. So, if you give her crap, be ready to receive a ton of shits.”

I agree with the statement. But seriously, not all women are like that. Some of them would give the guy crap first before the guy actually do shit. Anyway, overall, the statement is TRUE! Hehehe.. Come on, men should respect and appreciate women more.

p/s Well,i hope 1 day i'll find the right person that can be like that. uhuh,Siapakah? heee

Trust & Respect

Author: iyda /

“TRUST & RESPECT comes hand-in-hand. Theory: When in situation you give your loaded gun to anyone to hold or keep without question, if for some reason you need to attend emergency matters that forbids firearm? As you know, havin gun is your sole responsibilty to care & safety”

“As I see it, the only situation between immediate family member, like children & parent, unless akhir zaman coming. Too common, we see situation “today friend, tomorrow enemy” Nowadays, even you can buy trust & respect. Its not easy to find genuine friend that’s willing to die or make sacrifice for you. Still remember P.Ramlee film, when he was riched he had many friends who’s willing to ‘hidup semati’ but when he turned poor, the friends all shy away from him”

I took this short note from 1 of blogger. It’s definitely something that we should learn about friends, family and etc. The ones are there for you, are the ones that you can rely on, thru thick and thin.

It’s time to move on..

Author: iyda /

The Pretty Lady

Once upon a time a big monk and a little monk were traveling together. They came to the bank of a river and found the bridge was damaged. They had to wade across the river. There was a pretty lady who was stuck at the damaged bridge and couldn’t cross the river. The big monk offered to carry her across the river on his back. The lady accepted. The little monk was shocked by the move of the big monk. ‘How can big brother carry a lady when we are supposed to avoid all intimacy with females?’ thought the little monk. But he kept quiet… The big monk carried the lady across the river and the small monk followed unhappily. When they crossed the river, the big monk let the lady down and they parted ways with her. All along the way for several miles, the little monk was very unhappy with the act of the big monk. He was making up all kinds of accusations about big monk in his head. This got him madder and madder. But he still kept quiet.. And the big monk had no inclination to explain his situation. Finally, at a rest point many hours later, the little monk could not stand it any further, he burst out angrily at the big monk. ‘How can you claim yourself a devout monk, when you seize the first opportunity to touch a female, especially when she is very pretty? All your teachings to me make you a big hypocrite The big monk looked surprised and said, ‘I had put down the pretty lady at the river bank many hours ago, how come you are still carrying her along?’

*This very old Chinese Zen story reflects the thinking of many people today. We encounter many unpleasant things in our life, they irritate us and they make us angry. Sometimes, they cause us a lot of hurt, sometimes they cause us to be bitter or jealous .. But like the little monk, we are not willing to let them go away.We keep on carrying the baggage of the ‘pretty lady’ with us.

* This story, taken from 1 of blogger note. I love reading his notes. And i think he knows that i read it all the time, and he always make sure he updates the note from time to time. This story is about what we human always feel and do. Am i right? i used to feel like that before. And after awhile, i just let it be, but then some people still bring it on even it was ages ago. We should learn something from this story. Hope this help.

The Turtles

Author: iyda /

The Turtles

A turtle family decided to go on a picnic. The turtles, being naturally slow about things, took seven years to prepare for their outing. Finally the turtle family left home looking for a suitable place. During the second year of their journey they found a place ideal for them at last!

For about six months they cleaned the area, unpacked the picnic basket, and completed the arrangements. Then they discovered they had forgotten the salt. A picnic without salt would be a disaster, they all agreed. After a lengthy discussion, the youngest turtle was chosen to retrieve the salt from home. Although he was the fastest of the slow moving turtles, the little turtle whined, cried, and wobbled in his shell. He agreed to go on one condition: that no one would eat until he returned. The family consented and the little turtle left.

Three years passed and the little turtle had not returned. Five years…six years… then on the seventh year of his absence, the oldest turtle could no longer contain his hunger. He announced that he was going to eat and begun to unwrap a sandwich. At that point the little turtle suddenly popped out from behind a tree shouting, ‘See! I knew you wouldn’t wait. Now I am not going to go get the salt.’

[Some of us waste our time waiting for people to live up to our expectations. We are so concerned about what others are doing that we do not do anything ourselves.]

p/s: Again.

The Frogs

Author: iyda /

The Frogs
A farmer came into town and asked the owner of a restaurant if he could use a million frog legs. The restaurant owner was shocked and asked the man where he could get so many frog legs! The farmer replied, ‘There is a pond near my house that is full of frogs – millions of them. They all croak all night long and they are about to make me crazy!’ So the restaurant owner and the farmer made an agreement that the farmer would deliver frogs to the restaurant, five hundred at a time for the next several weeks.

The first week, the farmer returned to the restaurant looking rather sheepish, with two scrawny little frogs. The restaurant owner said, ‘Well…. where are all the frogs?’ The farmer said, ‘I was mistaken. There were only these two frogs in the pond. But they sure were making a lot of noise!’

[ Next time you hear somebody criticizing or making fun of you, remember, it's probably just a couple of noisy frogs. Also remember that problems always seem bigger in the dark. Have you ever laid in your bed at night worrying about things which seem almost overwhelming like a million frogs croaking? Chances are pretty good that when the morning comes, and you take a closer look, you'll wonder what all the fuss was about.]

p/s: New Note Again.

The Meaning of Apologies

Author: iyda /

The Meaning of Apologies.

“Apologizing does not mean that you are wrong and the other one is right…It simply means that you value the relationship much more than your ego …”

The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 5-year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Mpney was tight and he became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, This is for you Daddy. The father was embarrased by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.

He spoke to her in a harsh manner, Don’t you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there’s supposed to be something inside the package?

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said: Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full. The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold or want more.

p/s: More Notes people!

Quote: In-charge

Author: iyda /

“No one is in charge of your Happiness but YOU” ~ Paulo Coelho