Log in

iifaaloves [entries|archive|friends|userinfo]
für immer♥

[ twitter | follow iifaaloves ]
[ facebook | addmeup(: ]
[ blogger | the past ]

The Start of a New Beginning [12th Aug 2016|08:20 pm]
[I am |nostalgicnostalgic]


Link1 ♥;love me

"Mak mertua aku sayang aku" [13th Nov 2014|01:31 am]
[I am |thankfulthankful]

Oh hi there.

I haven't been here for sooooo long I don't even know what to say. Lol. But today, out of the blue, I feel like I wanna blog about something. It may not be important, but it's something that has been bugging me for so long. And after yesterday, I felt like I found the answer. Heh.

Alright, before I start, just a disclaimer for this post. I am not bragging about anything (if you think I am), I am just sharing how I feel and I can just hope and pray that it's true. Again, heh.

So I've been hearing stories about how there's a barrier between the in-laws or how difficult it is for them to get along. For example, facing the fact that they have to share their loved one who is a son on one side and a husband on the other side (Again, just an example). Timbullah cerita, mak mertua (mertua eh, bukan mentua urgh pet peeve) cerewet la, menantu queen control la. Sampai bila nak game wey?

I was brought up in a family where my grandparents and my parents lived under one roof, eversince my parents got married. Hence, I was taught that it is important to respect everyone, even though they're just your in-laws (Orang melayu kata, tkde pertalian darah pun). But my family proved that it was possible. HOWEVER, of course not everything was as smooth as I thought it was. Now that I'm older, I learnt from my mum that she and nenek had their fair share of squabbles too. But that's life. We can't please everyone all the time. Despite that, I know that my mum loves my nenek just like her own mother. And same goes for nenek.

So the question here is WHY? Why can't in-laws get along? Why is it sooooo hard for them to be okay with one another? Is the mother afraid that her son/daughter is gonna leave them and forget about them once they're married? Or is the son/daughter-in-law afraid that their husband/wife listens too much to his mother? I really don't know. And I really wonder why.

Maybe I haven't experience it before. Maybe I'm still in a non-serious relationship (belum nak kahwin, kan) so I don't have to feel or I haven't reach the point where I will feel it (Idk what la but you know wak amin). But I am surrounded by people who are experiencing this at the moment. Be it those who are married, and those who are not, yet. Hmm, belum kahwin dah problem, macam mana kalau dah kahwin nanti eh?

Nak anak orang, mestilah buat baik dengan mak bapak dia kan. Orang kata, sayang anak, kena sayang mak dia jugak. Ye tak? Ye la abeh. Takkan kau nak suroh orang tu buang mak dia pulak. Orang tu penat mengandung sembilan bulan, susah payah besarkan anak. Ni kau nak saup je anak orang sesuka hati. Orang pun culture shock jugak kan, lol. Yang mak nye pulok. Anak tu kan dah besar, ada akal, dah boleh fikir sendiri buruk baik semua. Takkan masih nak kongkong kot. Kalau dah didik anak tu dengan cara betul, confirm anak tu takkan lupakan mak dia. Tapi semua ni bukan salah mak mertua dengan menantu aje. Kadang-kadang, si anak tu pun kena la faham kehendak kededua pihak kan. Takkan asyik nak ikut cakap mak aje. Takkan nak ikut cakap laki/bini aje. Kena give and take ah kan. Syurga memang di bawah telapak kaki ibu. Tapi bila dah kahwin, syurga isteri dibawah telapak kaki suami dan walaupun syurga suami masih dibawah telapak kaki ibunya, dia ada tanggungjawab terhadap isteri yang menentukan jalannya ke syurga. Betul tak, Ustaz? (Tak sia-sia aku jadi pelajar cemerlang kat madrasah HAHA)

So this matter has been a popular conversation recently. Especially between my mum and I. And I always joke with her, "Asal eh orang tak boleh get along? Aku okay je. Mak mertua aku sayang aku." And she will just respond by making vomitting noises, EVERY SINGLE TIME. Biarlah perasan ke ape, asalkan aku tak carik gaduh dengan orang (especially mak orang) hahaha. BUT, I think I'm not wrong. Kalau kita tak buat salah, mesti orang tak ade alasan untuk tak suke kite. Ye tak? Ye la abeh.

So, on Tuesday night, I went out for dinner with Iftiqal's family. Of course, I was shitting bricks (literally, maybe) prior to it but let's not go to that. No matter how many times I have met them before, I will still feel nervous before every meeting. However, once I met them, I could feel that they all can accept me for who I am (or maybe they haven't really know) and that's like an achievement unlocked for me. Reallyyyyy... Although it was short (the dinner, I mean), his mum kept talking to me. Asking me about my studies, my new job and all. HAPPY AH ABEH. Happy macam nak peluk mak dia HAHAHA. But at the same time, I felt a lil bit weird (idk if it's awkward or guilty or what so I'm just gonna use the word weird) that she kept talking to me and the person sitting in between us might have felt slightly neglected or ignored. Lol, nope I won't tell you who.

This post is not intended for me to brag how wonderful my life is or what la eh. But I have always held on to my mum's words. RESPECT. If you respect people, insya Allah people will do the same to you. Even if they don't initially, insya Allah God will help us to open up and cleanse their hearts to accept you for who you are. Not everyone is perfect. Aku pun selalu judge orang jugak kan. But if you want something in life, you have to work towards your goal. Do whatever it takes even if it means to lower your level (ego la ape lagi). Yes I know, easier said than done. But belum cuba belum tahu.

But kalau mak mertua tu benci gila kat menantu sampai melampau tahap petala, all I can say is TAWAKKAL je la. Advice ni semua dh tak laku hahaha.

PS: Kalau bf aku baca ni post, confirm dia muntah kedarah ketawekan aku sebab aku cakap mak dia sayang aku. TAPI BETUL APE! HAHAHAHAHAHA

Linklove me

Monday, I'm in love [8th Jul 2013|03:33 am]
[I am |lovedloved]


This was where it started.
"Would you like to be my date for my OCT social night?"
It started without warning.

Then it continued.
It became "I liked you since young."
Things were just warming up.


Feelings develop over time.
But we said, "Hold on till after graduation."
We worked through our busiest days.

But we didn't give up.
We held on till it was time when he said,
"Latifah Mohd Ibrahim, would you be my girlfriend?"


On this day.
Thirteen months ago.
I said, "Yes."

And maybe next time.
I'll say, "I do."
Who knows.

Insya Allah.


I can never express enough about how grateful I am to you. Thank you for not forgetting your childhood 'crush'. Thank you for keeping the feelings you have for me. Thank you for having the courage to ask me out. Thank you for all the sacrifices you've done for me. One year is a short time to say so much. But given all the things that we've been through together, I'm really grateful for your presence. Thank you for supporting me no matter what I do, be it work, studies or passion. Thank you for being my important decision maker, especially what to eat for lunch. It's a damn important decision to make, yknw. Lol. Thank you for being my confidant at all times. Thank you for listening to whatever I have to say, rant, anything at all. No amount of thank yous can suffice, actually. But lastly, and most importantly, thank you for being there for me all the time. Except of course, when you fall asleep early. Which is, most of the time. Hahaha oops.

Thank you for being the sweetest bestest boyfriend any girl could ever dream of (of course I can say that la right hahaha). Happy 13th, sayang. Right now, you are approximately 3764 miles away from me. But like you always say, "Apart from distance, but never from heart."

I, Latifah Binte Mohamad Ibrahim,
love you, Muhammad Iftiqal Bin Baharudin,
with all of my heart and soul.

(8 June 2012)

Linklove me

Confessions of a Bitchy Latt [6th Apr 2013|01:17 am]
[I am |annoyedannoyed]

Hello hello hello! I haven't been here for idk how long and oh my, look at all the dusts here! Ok ok back to business. I've been damn busy to even open this page, let alone to update it. So I'm sorry for neglecting. But then again, as if anyone's reading it. Lol.

So the reason I'm here tonight is because I can't stand it anymore I just have to say something somewhere. And twitter's not the right choice because I'll be condemned for flooding their timelines. Lol. Ok serious now. What am I itching to voice out today? See the photo above? Yeah take a good look at it. Is it normal? Is there anything wrong with it? Do I look hideous?

Why am I asking all those questions? Because people look at me as if I'm naked or holding a gun or a different species in the zoo! And I'm not talking about youngsters solely. This includes those pakcik makciks, even those who wears tudungs, whom I thought would be more acceptive in this matter. Instead, I get stares and glances as if they're shocked to see a girl in baju kurung. Again, what's wrong with wearing your own traditional costumes? Yes, I don't wear the hijab. But is baju kurung solely for hijab wearers? Or maybe weddings only?

My mother always tells me to wear baju kurung. She'd say, "Kalau Friday tu, pakailah baju melayu. Tknk pakai kain, pakai seluar. Beli byk2 pun buat ape kalau tk pakai. Nk tunggu org kahwin je. Kalau tk kite yg pakai, sape lagi nk pakai?" Which means "Wear traditional clothes on Fridays. If you don't wanna wear the skirt, just wear pants. What for buy so many clothes and not wear them? Wear for weddings only. If we do't wear them, who else will?" And she'd add, "Be proud to wear them. Who cares about what others think?"

Well, my mother is not the very religious kind, I might add. But she believes in tradition and she's the reason why I love Malay, even though I'm not. When I was younger, she threatened to switch me to Tamil classes if I didn't excel in Malay. Of course she wouldn't and she can't, but I was too young to catch the fake threat. So thanks to her, I've always excelled in Malay. And I've never regretted it. I love Malay to bits. The language, the tradition, the customs, the costumes, everything except one thing. The people. I'm sorry but I really can't stand some people. Especially those who stared at me every single time I wear baju kurung to work, yes you, don't try look away.

Today, as usual, I received my fair share of stares and glances and look-aways when I caught their eye. Nothing new, nothing unusual. But as I walked to the mrt station after work just now, I saw this guy who's working as a security officer for Zara. He was looking at me and I gave him a "Don't mess with me" expressionless face. I thought he was another one of them who lives under a rock and has never seen anyone in baju kurung other than Sundays. But I was wrong. After about maybe 3 seconds of staring, he smiled. Something like a closed wide smile that would make anyone smile back. And that instantly made my day. Thank you, mat at Zara. At least it wasn't a flirty kind of smile or anything.

So yeah, this is the kind of people I would love to meet. People who don't mind and people who accepts the fact that baju kurung is just another style of clothing you can wear out. Why is it that when you wear traditional clothes for weddings and then you walk around shopping malls after that, people don't look and judge? Because it's a Sunday? What's wrong with wearing it on other days? And Fridays are supposed to be a holy day, so why not? Oh well, modern people and their 'reservations'. What an irony.

I love traditional costumes. It brings out who I really am. And because I have mixed blood, I'm blessed with 2 cultures to embrace. And I have my parents, especially my mother, to thank for supporting and for instilling this in me since young. And not forgetting my lovely boyfriend, who's always supportive no matter what. He'd always say, "You look beautiful, sayang." and that is enough to light up my world.

And for the first time, I'm gonna declare this online/publicly whatever. I love you Muhd Iftiqal, more than you'll ever know. (I purposely chose this photo because uploading a handsome photo of you is too mainstream. You can see them on my tumblr or instagram, heh)

Link1 ♥;love me

B-e-a-utiful [25th Feb 2012|01:37 am]
[I am |lovedloved]

What are the odds of having a dream come true? Cause I counted and the probability was zero. So what is it that I'm feeling now? Don't know what I'm talking about? I'll tell you.

Megan Nicole once said,
"I wanna be blown away
I wanna be swept off my feet
I wanna meet the one who makes it hard for me to breathe
I wanna be lost in love
I wanna be your dream come true
I wanna be scared of how strong I feel for you
Just call me beautiful, Call me beautiful
Call me beautiful, Call me b-e-a-utiful"

I love this song to bits and I've always felt the way Megan felt when she sings this.
But now, I feel like;
I've been blown away
I've been swept off my feet
I've met the one who makes it hard for me to breathe
I am lost in love
I am his dream come true (vice versa)
I'm scared of how strong I feel for him
And he calls me beautiful
No matter what time of the day, every single day.

I'm pretty sure Megan would be so damn jealous of me right now.


Linklove me

Life cycle, [20th Dec 2011|12:25 am]
[I am |crushedcrushed]

I should have known. But like I said, this is no longer a mistake. It was my choice. So I'm just gonna suck it up and ignore.

This is a freaking cycle. When I decide to give up, it comes back to me. Then when I finally give in, it goes away again. And it's gonna repeat the cycle until idk when. But I don't care. I'm gonna let it be and get on with the flow.

Linklove me

We found love in a hopeless place, [17th Dec 2011|12:44 am]
[I am |gigglygiggly]

Okay, so I may have bailed out on myself (Refer to previous post). I gave up on giving up. I know I shouldn't but I have my reasons.

But one thing that I can be proud of is that I didn't succumb to temptations. I kept to my promises to myself.

Something happened on Saturday (10/12) night. And then Sunday morning. What happened on Tuesday night was the decider. It made me rethink this whole thing again. I decided to give it another chance. It's like I never learn. But it's okay. Cause this time, it will no longer be called a mistake. It's already a choice, my choice.

But this time, I'm starting anew. My new motto: No hopes no expectations just ___. It's up to me, and to you, to fill in the blanks appropriately.

For now, I'm gonna enjoy what's there for me. And freeze my heart, so that it won't get hurt that easily.

You pushed me to drown
And then pulled me back up.
Boy, you're so messed up
And that makes two of us.


Linklove me

[ viewing | most recent entries ]
[ go | earlier ]