Salam...
3 weeks before my Nikah, 2 weeks before I finally start my holiday and only 8 working days to finish up my work before I passed them on to the officer yg memangku.. YES, 8 days and I hoped to get the matters done ASAP so that I can have my holiday in peace! Nada siuk tu mun sibuk2 jua nguruskan finishing touches for my wedding and at the very same time sibuk th jua orang office menepon hal itu ini. BUt then again, can't escape as well cos to escape is to run away from your responsibility and yes, I am still responsibile for every actions of my work regardless me being on hols... (that's normal kan?)
I can't really say whether or not me and my soon-to-be husband will be going off someplace for a short honeymoon. The Swine Flu is abit worrying and yeah, I rather not go to any countries cos I reaaaaaaaaally, really, reaaaaally don't want to get myself quarantined! Jaaadinyaaa, KNK saja lah.... kumpul duit lagi then prolly sometime next yr th we go holiday-ing to someplace romantic *winks*
As mentioned earlier, we've had our hantaran(s) sent over for decoration dh~ Can't wait for the outcome!!! For sure lawa tu... *insyaAllah* Aunty Hjh has been really nice to us that we spent almost an hour at her boutique becerita2. It was a nostalgic moment for her, I bet she never expected that she would be seeing two of her long lost friends' children tying their knot. I saw the look in her eyes, it was pure grace. Aunty Hjh even said to us, "bila kamu mengaga barang 2 kamu nanti bawa Mama kamu ah.. rindu aunty kan dorang..." I was deeply touched. Will do, Aunty.. will do. Hopefully jua our Mums available that day. :D
I understand I did quite a lot of photoblogging lately rather than my rants. Hehehe. My apologies. But as for now, I'm busy with my work @ workplace... and yes, the invitation card is out sudah for the staffs kat office. Glad I did the scrolls thingy cos senang they all simpan arh their notice boards :D To my unit, kamu nanti sja I print out the scrolls ah... last day of work me bagi hehehe :P~
Until the next entry.. Salam~
Sunday, 12 July 2009
Friday, 10 July 2009
Jumaat
*Phew!*
I'm totally knackered and yes, I hope this explains my absence for today. As usual, *Alhamdulillah* another successful Friday!! Our progress are as follows :
and voila~ got the 'scrolls'
Insya-Allah will get all of these sorted out tomorrow.. *yay* At least now I can concentrate more on my office works before I start my holiday... :) :) ;) Will do a proper update in a few days time, I'm sleepy.. need my beauty zZzzzzzz~
I'm totally knackered and yes, I hope this explains my absence for today. As usual, *Alhamdulillah* another successful Friday!! Our progress are as follows :
- Rental of Pelamin (+ lapik Nikah, dian 4, tempat bedak 7) - confirmed
- Rental of Tiara Sets (Nikah & Sanding) - confirmed
- Rental of Berbedak Accessories & Baju Sanding - confirmed
- Rental of Sinjang & Dastar (Ziarah & Muleh 7) - confirmed
- Wedding Ring - paid
- Hantarans - confirmed theme and sent for decoration (at least off our chest sudah hehehe though I had to rent extra lapiks due to yeah.. extras for food~)
- Bridal bouquet & driveway deco - confirmed
- House deco (interior) - I'm thinking.... self decoration?? should be alright no?? Dear fiancé pun mbagi dh kata2 semangat :P~ We'll see.. my sis dlu ya sendiri jua.. so should implement the same jua..
- Bedsheets for dear fiancé's room - bought! *hee~*
- Invitation cards for the office - *Insya-Allah* will distribute tomorrow.. moment of truth!! Haha
...gold hotstamped papers $3.50 (10pcs)... ribbons $1.20/roll
Printed these on... :D Printer kureng memuaskan BUT lawa still~~
and voila~ got the 'scrolls'
Insya-Allah will get all of these sorted out tomorrow.. *yay* At least now I can concentrate more on my office works before I start my holiday... :) :) ;) Will do a proper update in a few days time, I'm sleepy.. need my beauty zZzzzzzz~
Nyt2 all and Salam~
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
o.r.a.n.g.e.
Who would've thought that one can ever pull off an orange wedding???? I love the colour scheme for these~... I would be daring enough to implement such a theme but it takes two to tango and ... no approval for this one.. *sigh*
Cute the pearls ah~
doorgifts..bleh simpan keychains or cuppies inside
arch for the door..
orange lace.. I hav yet to look for a pic of orange songket!
flower deco
table deco
orange pelamiiinnn!! nice ey?
Friday, 3 July 2009
today..
4 weeks & 2 days.... *heartbeats*
Yet another successful Friday *yay* I was thankful though I had to actually cancel my morning appointment for a reason. Managed to pass some of my invitation cards to my dear Uni junior (she'll pass on to the rest of the gals & guys lagi), they've always been there for me and this is my only way to thank them all.... :) Thank you all~ Datang ah to my wedding!
I'm sure this may come to a shock for some of them... yes, ME, getting married!!! Everyone's happy for me though... Alhamdulillah~ I remember few months ago when one of them asked me...
J : "Eh lai, let me see your hand!"
Me : *blur and show her my hands*
L : "Nah see cincin ah.... betunang ko udah kh???"
Me : Hehehe... apa sulnya??
J : "Eeee banar kh nda c banar ani... mua mu ani payah sikit kn pecaya.. mun banar ALHAMDULILLAH!!!"
L : "Au eh.. ko selalu kai cincin arh kelingking saja.. jrg arh jari manis"
Me : *lol* yth kamu atu nah... nda jua salah makai cincin d jari manis (trying to confuse them lagi) Lawa bh cincin ani d pakai d jari manis.. nda?? Murah ganya mo time sale aritu ku mbali...
L : "Issshh banar2 bah eh.. bedusa ko if ko nda mengakun!"
Me : *julursss* kan kahwin th ku jua ni pretty soon... *buat muka selamba* tunggu saja lagurnya nanti ah~~~ *giggles*
L : "Hmmmmm....."
J : "Alum th ku kn pecaya tu mukanya cematu atu....ketawanya lagi "
*toing*
It was good to make them oh-so-confused time atu... hehehe ah well, hope to see them nanti in August.. *winks* JANGAN NADA!!!
Back to the preps.. had a trial with the M.U.A last Tuesday. Phewww.. ilang nervoooouuuusss! Haha we only did the trial for nikah, the rest? Samples of shadow colours saja~ Lawa!! Dear fiancé kononnya kn meliat the finished make-up work arh LIVE webcam tapi ntah knapakh MSN beproblem msatu... ya suruh liat time Nikah saja tu sayang, dapan2 lgi best tau.. But I snapped a few shots so I just showed him the pics saja and really glad that he loves them as well... Alhamdulillah~
Another good news would be, the Sanding attire. Decided to drop by at the bridal boutique this p.m and what do u know?? The baju is ready for fitting *waaaaaahhh!!!* APA lagiiiii?!?! Had our fitting lah tadi.. simply gorgeous!!! A slight alteration and the dress will be good for next month *thumbsup* Dear fiancé is abit cautious with his attire.. nampak mcm ia damit or so he claimed. Maybe the coat atu abit big kli? Tpi masa him fitting tadi.. ok jua usulnya~ I'd say his Dastar plang yg make him look small atu.. krg th liat the pics lgi. Iski our tailor trus..siap ambil camera and gambar2 lgi *lol* funny bunch dorg atu! Next fitting session will be end of this month (moment of truth tuuu...! OMG) I have chosen the set of tiaras that matches with my baju sanding..but I have yet to reconfirm the rental for my tiara sets utk nikah and muleh 7 as well as the Traditional Bebadak accessories set..
*wow* Nda lagi lama jdi Princess Amidala ni!! *iskiness*
I have forwarded my leave application yesterday. Mesti kna approve tu.. nda bleh nda!! I'll go on strike if they don't sign the form!! Aisey mcm berani saja *lol* But insya-Allah, they sign tu... *Amin*
More things to do would be :
- Confirm house decorations
- To decide either to custom-made/rent tudong for Nikah and Muleh 7
- get the final items for my balasan hantarans
- Move the rest of my stuffs back into my room
- Give my cat his well-deserved grooming session
- Distribute my invitation cards (for office) by mid of this month
- send over my balasans for deco
- Empty out the living room
- Spring cleaning the whooooooooleeee house!
- try to concentrate with my office work
- get my car road tax and insurance re-newed, and..
- get enough rest daily!
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Save Your Marriage (frm an e-mail)
To those who are married… Not married… and soon to be married
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I don’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.
The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions : she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife’s divorce conditions… She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously, I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head.
Sorry, Dew, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until deaths do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - DEAD.
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I don’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.
The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions : she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife’s divorce conditions… She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously, I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head.
Sorry, Dew, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until deaths do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - DEAD.
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