this goes out to you.

Has it been that long already?

Yes, apparently it has been almost 5 days since my last update. Fah spent the entire week at my place since I had to stay home alone and the rest of the girls came to join the mini sleepover later during the week. Well, I still had to go to work, of course. And I feel so sorry for not being able to spend more time with them, but I couldn’t help but feel so super knackered (especially on Thursday night) and up until today, I feel a little bad for not going out for supper with them like I said I would. I am so sorry!

But we sure did have a lot of fun on Friday, didn’t we girls?

If there is one thing I surely get from my cousins when we have mini sleepovers like this, it would be youth. Yes, of course, I am still a youth by definition, but with all the things going on in my life, it becomes increasingly difficult to enjoy life as it is. And sometimes, no one and nothing else is the source of your misery apart from yourself. Tricky, huh? Yes, very.

finally got the photos from Na. Tq awak!

My cousins are by far some of the most addictive people on earth. It’s difficult to stifle laughs or to resist going crazy because they have insurmountable amounts of energy and go loco just about all the time over every little thing! But beneath all that, there is a depth that not many people know.

We had a little talk about family and life on Friday and came to the conclusion that there is always something lacking in our lives, like it or not. Finding a balance is difficult, but it isn’t impossible. We try as much as we can.

We also talked about Atuk’s passing and how it has changed us. In the end, we are just glad that all of us have made commendable efforts so far in keeping us (cousins at least) together as much as we possibly can.

We also then talked about the hijab.

For some inexplicable reason, Na (youngest of the pack) consulted me when she thought of wearing the hijab. Of course, I was flattered when she turned to me for advice, but I still think of it as a little ironic, seeing that I don’t wear it myself.

It’s not that I’ve never thought of wearing it before and trust me, my mom reminds me constantly that it is wajib. But like me, she wants me to be ready. Really ready.

To my parents, prayers (solat 5 waktu) is the most important amalan I must observe. If I don’t pray, I get it from my dad and I get it really bad. If I wear something too revealing, I am asked to change my clothes immediately. But they don’t bug me about the hijab as much because to them, piety should come from within, not the other way round.

After several consultations (yes Na, I keep tabs, I’ll charge it on Daddy’s account ;p), Na made a decision and took that bold step. I think she made the best decision because at such a young age, people have no reason to judge, hate you or talk in the adverse about you and eventually, people come to love and accept you just because. It has not changed us one bit in terms of our relationship. In fact, I think in a lot of ways, it has made our bonds stronger.

Because we know that no matter what happens, we always find a way to make it all better for us and that the bottom line is love. And with love, comes acceptance.


And just like that, Na got the ball rolling. One by one, we are thinking of donning the hijab now. It has become so accessible and stylish, while at the same time decent that sometimes, I feel ashamed for being so afraid of not being ready.

I stopped at every shop I possibly could at Jalan TAR yesterday and if money were not the issue, I think I would have borong-ed all that I could. So that when the time comes, I would be properly prepared. Decency is definitely not boring. The world has proven that.

Na inspired me to be brave and insyaAllah, the time will come for me as well. Hopefully soon.

By the way, we love StyledCovered and Disuatu Pencarian. Great ideas.

Na just proved to me that wisdom doesn't always come with age. Tested and proven.

Now, Na, please email me the pictures in your phone. Peace, love you ;)

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hati rindu.

Takdir.

Orang selalu kata kita tak patut melawan takdir.

Tapi ada juga orang kata yang takdir kita tak akan berubah jika kita tak usaha.

Doa adalah satu-satunya perkara yang boleh mengubah takdir. Betul ke?

Adakah kerana doa juga adalah usaha?

Walaupun doa merupakan usaha yang paling kurang sekali kalau mengikut skala usaha yang sebenarnya.

Kadang-kadang, doa anak itu lebih makbul.

Alhamdulillah.

Role reversal itu sesuatu yang menyakitkan, bukan?

Sekarang saya dah tahu apa rasanya. Masa mereka pergi hari tu, sebak di hati tak tertahan. Dah tak peduli lagi kalau nangis dekat office sekalipun. Nangis dekat office. Nangis dalam kereta. Nangis dalam shower. Nangis masa nak tidur. Mata bengkak. Ada aku peduli? Nope.

Setiap hari menunggu message daripada Mama and Babah. Setiap hari check macam mana cuaca di mana mereka berada. Setiap hari doa that the place where they are is peaceful and the flight “sky-worthy”.

Susah rupanya being the one on the receiving end. Selalu menunggu updates. Selalu menunggu berita.

Role reversal itu menyakitkan. Padan muka selalu buat mereka tertunggu-tunggu. Rasakan bayaran cash daripada Allah.

Alhamdulillah, despite everything, cuaca dua tiga hari ni cantik betul. 

Dan doa anak untuk ibu bapanya juga makbul semakbul-makbul doa juga, rupanya.

Ironic bukan? Masa ada, rimas. Bila tiada, rindu nak mampus. Cepatlah balik.

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newsflash!

Hello semua! (berapa kerat je yang baca pun, perasan!)

I have soo many things to update on, but have yet to find the time to update.

Sempena meraikan tepat 2 bulan to go (insyaAllah), di sini ingin disampaikan beberapa berita baik:

1. Ibu saya seorang chocoholic. Ini tiada kena mengena secara direct dengan berita gembira yang ingin saya sampaikan, tapi jika ibu saya bukan chocoholic, tak mungkin dia discover that Beryl's sedang sale! Yes, you heard me right! Beryl's sedang sale 20% untuk semua chocolates yang ada tag 20% sale, which is most of the chocolates! Bagi sesiapa yang tak pasti atau tak tahu Beryl's tu siapa, ermmm, saya pun tak tahu sebenarnya. All I know is that it is the best local chocolate I have ever tasted, sungguh, saya tak tipu! 

Location-wise, sangat sangat sangat senang nak jumpa. 

• Exit toll UPM-Serdang, 
• Go straight at the traffic light.
• UPM is on your left.
• Go straight on. 
• Petronas on your left.
• Several traffic lights along the way.
• You will pass by housing area on your left.
• All the while, PLUS highway is on your right.
• Then, once dah habis all the housing area, look out for a building with blue roof. 
• Ingat tu, BLUE ROOF!
• Then, turn right at the chocolate factory with the blue roof. 
• Park di mana-mana saja.

Kedai tu kecil, but as long as they have stock, they normally replenish the stock on the shelves.

Promotion ends? 4 November 2010! So, apa lagi? Pergi beli sekarang!

My personal favourite? This one.

image googled.

 
I am so obsessed with the whole quail egg look. Cantik! It's a tad bit sweet sebab it's white chocolate. But rasa dia sedap! If tak percaya sangat chocolate Beryl's ni sedap, sila la pergi sendiri. Ada banyak tester. Heee.

2. Siapa selalu pergi Jalan TAR mesti tahu Silk Street. After keluar dengan Mak Long, Mama sekarang dah confident pergi Jalan TAR sendiri... okay, fine, taklah sendiri, tapi Babah teman. Out of all the shops, dia selalu pergi kedai bernama Silk Street. Saya tak berapa nak pandai nak describe kain macam mana dia jual, because selalu sangat beli baju siap kan? But anyway, kalau Mama saya impressed dengan kedai tu, agak selamat untuk katakan that you would probably be impressed too.

Point is, Silk Street (Binwani's) sedang sale 50% on almost EVERYTHING that you touch! Termasuklah selendang/veil AND lace! Lace dia cantik menarik! Tak tipu! Tak sure branch lain dekat Alamanda, etc. sale atau tidak. Kalau kain yang anda suka tak cukup dekat Jalan TAR, dia akan carikan dekat branch lain.

So, siapa yang masih ada masa nak ke wedding dia, sila pergi ke Silk Street sekarang! Siapa tinggal lagi 2 bulan macam saya, sila redha dengan pilihan masing-masing sebab most tailor dah tak mahu terima tempahan dah pun T_T" (sebenarnya happy gila dengan pilihan asal, saja nak buat-buat emo)

Macam mana nak sampai? Alamak tak ingat pulak.... Oh dah ingat, dari exit Secret Recipe Sogo, turn right and walk down the road. Tak perlu cross because it is on the same side. Lepas tu, cari signboard. Hee. Langsung tak membantu. Tapi tak apa. Call dulu lah sebelum pergi. Takut weekend ni saja pulak dia sale.

3. Saya dah tahu Sin Yin Semua House kat mana! Okay, not a big deal for the rest of you, tapi bagi someone yang pemalas lipas nak DIY bagai dan malas nak redah Jalan TAR, this is a HUGE accomplishment to me. Sila pat on my back dan berikan tepukan gemuruh. Okay, saya akan DIY something and bahan-bahan hanya akan dapat mid-November. There goes my beauty sleep T_T".


Okay, enough newsflash for one night, right?

Sebenarnya, banyak gila lagi nak update, tapi penat sangat and esok is going to be a long working day and an emotional day for me sebab semua nak tinggalkan saya T_T". What's up with the T_T" pun tak tahu. Obsessed macam obsessed dengan quail eggs.

Okay, okay, fine dah, Good Night!

(rindu gila dekat blog!)

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peep show.

Last weekend, I brought Mister to meet with the designer to get his measurements taken. I guess the easier part of being a guy is that your partner will pick out what she wants you to wear and then, you just come for fittings and you’re good to go. Bak kata Mister, “Belah saya, kita datang pastu kite senyum je wak”. Hmm. Very nice. Left everything in his mom’s hands. Hahaha. Nasib la labu.

Since we were there, I showed the designer more or less what I wanted (properly printed picture this time, because the last time we went, he sketched and I agreed saja) and he showed me more or less the kind of material that he will be using. I hope his plan materializes. I hope that despite the short amount of time he’s got to prepare, he’ll do a good job still.

Who is he? As usual, when I see the end product, I will recommend (or not). I’m sure 2 months is not too long a time to wait.

My dressmaker will be making my shoes as well, as it comes as part of the package. And of course, as with most wedding dressmakers, it will be the “normal” looking wedding shoe. Normally, I’m not so big on details and whatnot, so long as I have decent looking shoes.

BUT. Since the wedding will be in hall and everything, I think I have every right to want and be pretty AND comfortable. For one, when I go up to the pelamin, all eyes will be on me and I know that girls, being girls, they’ll check out each other’s shoes.

Girls can never have enough of shoes. Even if they have the tendency to wear the same old comfortable shoes again and again and again. *talking about girls as a third person, as if I’m not one of you* HAHAHA.

Plus, all the shoes I’ve tried in his boutique are ones without the strap at the back. No slingbacks and that worries me a bit (A bit? Who am I joking?! I could trip and fall if the shoe doesn’t fit. tsk)

So, I told my dressmaker, “Can I please have peep toe shoes, please?”. And he told me NO because he says it isn’t suitable for Malay weddings. Ye ke? And since Mister was there as well, and he hates me wearing peep toe shoes because according to him, it makes me look like I only have 3 toes, which in other words makes me cacat, he backed my dressmaker up and told me he didn’t like peep toes as well!

COME ON WHAT’S WRONG WITH PEEP TOES??? I think they look lovely! And very, very, very sexy! And comfortable too, even the super high heeled ones. I’ve always loved peep toe shoes and when I get my hands on a good pair, I keep on wearing it time and time again though the same shoe has made many trips to the cobbler *sigh*.

So, I’m thinking, I’ll just get myself another (spare) pair of shoes for my reception (just in case) because there’s no guarantee that I will like the shoe which my designer will make me. Sebenarnya, mungkin ini alasan untuk beli kasut baru sebab dah lama tak beli. Well, anything will do, so long as I can get my hands on some shoes!

And here are some which I absolutely love!



nice and sweet.



a touch of bling



the colour just POPS!



and this one too!



give your wedding a halloween feel ;)



a girl can DREAM of Stuart Weitzman shoes. Even if she cannot own. WOW

of course, images are courtesy of google.

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new to me.

Daddy’s Girl

by Lisa Scottoline.

When I picked this book up from the bookshelves at home, I was reading another book; a book which is interesting, but needs a lot of concentration in order for me to really appreciate the content. Turns out that I finished reading Daddy’s Girl first and didn’t get to finish the one I was reading before. So review for this one first, it is.

My first reaction when I read the first few pages? “Oh wow, this book is like an adaptation of a movie!” Yes, seriously. It’s as if the author extracted her favourite scenes from all her favorite movies and put it all into writing.

BUT. Just as I was about to put it down and turn to something else, the story became interesting. Mostly, the story revolves around “something under the floor” and the characters’ quest and trials and tribulations to find it.

It reinforced my belief that money is the root of all evil and that you can’t always trust the people you love and live with.

The one thing about this book which I thought was interesting is that it has many climaxes. Normally, in a book, there will a climax in which your heart stops for a while and that is normally as it comes to the end, right? Not this one. Just when I thought that the ending was the ending, there was another end to that ending. I am really not good at explaining these things as I am not an English teacher, but yeap. That’s what I thought about the book.

And the end to that ending is something you partially expect and don’t expect. When reading this book, just be wary of the fact that there can never be too many villainy characters in a book. It just doesn’t make much sense if there are like 3-4 villains in a story. It’s always just one. I missed that part out.

It’s kind of good for an unfamiliar author (to me at least). I give it a 3/5. Does she have any other books you people would like to recommend?

p.s: it still felt like a movie until the very end. And truth to be told, it's like a girly version of prison break of some sort.  

image googled. my cover is a little different from this.

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heavy stuff.

Sejuk

Have you ever heard of cold feet?

Oh, no. Have I jumped on the cold wagon unnecessarily too? Honestly? No, I haven’t.

Takkanlah lagi 2 bulan saya dengan secara gatalnya nak pergi fikir, “is he the right guy for me?” To me, that is plain takde penyakit cari penyakit. Lagi pun, walaupun masih ada masa nak so-called think it through and change your mind selagi tak berkahwin... I feel that, despite all the real fights we are having, these past few months have been our best yet.

I am not having cold feet about my marriage. I am having cold feet about decisions. Mutual, let’s-make-everyone-happy decisions.

I don’t really accept changes very well, even though I adapt pretty fast. I will either clam up at change or worst still, cry my eyeballs out until I am able to fully accept something. In other words... bila ada changes, I need time to let it sink in. There’s a difference between accepting one thing and adapting to the situation.

Adapting is my forte. Accepting is a force to be reckoned with. To me at least.

The changes we are (or may be) going through... were changes we didn’t expect would come our way, much less something we were searching for. But it came and landed at our feet. I do not know now, whether to call it an opportunity or a distraction. Either way, we are trying our level best to make sure that the decisions we make are ones based on clear and unimpaired judgment.

We had a long discussion on Friday and we both surprisingly took it very... civilly. I was being scared old me and him, the old Gung-ho style guy. We had a very fruitful discussion. I asked everything I had to ask and had the whole of Saturday to wrap the idea around my head. Today, when we had dinner together, I could talk about it, without being scared of it although I’d be honest that I haven’t accepted it yet.

Bila baca blog orang, ramai yang kata... dekat-dekat nak kahwin, mesti ada semacam rezeki pengantin. Memang pun, Alhamdulillah. And sometimes, rezeki itu datang bukan dalam bentuk barang nak letak atas dulang etc. saja, tapi dalam bentuk yang lebih besar yang menyebabkan kita rasa seperti jantung nak berhenti seketika.

Macam mana nak react kepada rezeki (atau dugaan) yang kita tak pernah terfikir akan datang atau yang kita tak pernah minta yang tiba-tiba kunjung tiba dalam hidup kita?

Rezeki jangan ditolak, musuh jangan dicari? That phrase. It has never been as meaningful as it is right now. Dugaan juga datang dalam bentuk yang menggembirakan? Yang mana satu yang kita perlu percaya?

Tapi, at the same time, saya rasa satu kerugian yang amat besar sedang berlaku. At the same time, rasa macam semua penat lelah selama ini semacam tak pulang modal lagi and I was hoping for a bit more. Just a little bit more.

But who am I to say. Kerja Allah memang suatu misteri yang tak semestinya mempunyai jawapan.

One more thing to be clarified and I made myself crystal clear that there is a certain threshold I am willing to tolerate.

One more thing and our lives are about to change.

I told him tonight that maybe, this was the way things are supposed to be?

I do not know, much as I want to know all the answers to this life.

Alot is going on in my life right now. Work-wise, relationship-wise, family-wise.

Heavy stuff going on, right? Make my life easy for me. Please.

It is cryptic because it was meant to be that way.

For me to know, and for you to probably never find out. I had to let this off my chest.

And for once, Mamita and Jaja, I didn't call you girls. I needed to think about this on my own.

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i can't do it on my own.

I was told that as a baby, I wasn’t an easy one to handle. As all babies do, I cried as well, but the quantum of my crying, when put together... could beat many babies’ cries, put together.

I was told that as a young, growing up child, I got an electric shot but my cousin Aie managed to save me. When I tell this to people now, people would tell me that it’s no wonder I have some brains. It’s easy to joke about this now because I’m alive.

I was told that when I started walking, I once disappeared from home. As my parents were frantically looking high and low for me, guess where I was? I was sleeping in the drain in front of our house, then, in Ampangan, Seremban.

As a kid, I loved to touch things I shouldn’t have touched. I tried to bounce a Christmas decorative ball, made out of glass and my mom had to pay for it with her already little pay. I loved to try on perfumes and once got some in my eyes and I made my mom convince me I wasn’t blind.

I also loved toys I couldn’t have and made a scene at Toys r’ Us because my parents couldn’t afford to buy me the playhouse with the kitchen.

As a kid, I was never spoilt with niceties of all kinds but I had oh so much love. Our first home was a single story house, in Ampangan which had rented furniture in it. They had a TV, a radio, me and themselves. After all, my parents were really young when they got me and they were just building their careers then.

Post high school, I became a much easier person to handle because my parents had no choice but to let me live my life on my own. I was left to make my own decisions and organise my own life. Those were the best times of my life. I managed to study and make friends and also celebrate life as it came every day, in a way I liked. I felt so alive. Best times of my life.

Post varsity brought me home again and I had to go through a massive culture shock although I never left the country for my tertiary education. Massive adaptations had to be made to my carefree life. And by carefree I don’t mean wild, don’t get me wrong. I was so used to handling my own life that when people looked into every little thing I did, I became riled. But like it or not, you can’t choose who your family is and so, you learn to live and love.

If it were not for this wedding, I think I would not be thinking of why my parents are the way they are with me. The road to my wedding has so far been a very bittersweet journey. There are things I don’t reveal, not even to Mister sometimes, because to me, some dirty laundry should be left in the laundry basket and not be hung out to dry until they are thoroughly cleaned.

And with everything going on in my life, of course there are arguments of varying degrees. Of course there are misunderstandings and miscommunications. Kecil hati, terasa dan sewaktu dengannya itu biasa. Confrontations and small talks as well.

It’s easy to blame our parents for wanting the best they could ever want to do for their kid. It becomes suffocating when they love you too much and it gets really difficult to love them back sometimes because of the things they utter. But in the end, you love them anyway because you cannot imagine a life in which they are not in.

Sometimes, it’s not so much of what was said, but how it was said. But how could you possibly change them, if they’ve lived for around half a century and have always been that way?

I always feel like my parents are sometimes not thankful enough to have me as a daughter. I always felt this way when I brought home my exam results and they started asking me how other people faired. Because to me, if your daughter manages to get a DL for every single semester, there’s no point in asking her how other people faired. It would only be fair to reward her instead.

But I’m not Adik. And that’s what they’ll only do with her, that I have come to learn. Trust me, I am not bitter about it at all because though there are some things which Adik has more, she lacks in some other money-can’t-buy things which I was privileged enough to get.

Getting back to not being thankful part, it’s easy to feel like our parents are not thankful for having us as a daughter because it’s the things that happen now, which are those we tend to remember. Sometimes, I wish I could remember those times when I cried so much ‘til my mom couldn’t sleep. Or those times when I caused them heartaches for “disappearing” in the drain or the massive scare I gave them when I got an electric shock. I also wish I could remember those times when I threw a tantrum at Toys r’ Us just because they couldn’t afford to buy me a playhouse complete with the kitchen and the works. I wished I remembered them, instead of being told of them. I wish I remembered how difficult I was as a kid.

Why do I want to remember?

So that, I too, can learn to be thankful. I can’t keep on remembering the things I have done for them now and keep on thinking that they are the ones who should be thankful. I should go back to those times in which my memory escapes me, so that I will remember how difficult it was to bring me up to become this person that I am now.

And that without my parents’ hard work, I would never be where I am and who I have become.

It’s time to stop thinking that I could do it all on my own, because clearly, even the thought of it haunts me and scares me to my bone. I can't do it on my own.

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patriarch

Yesterday in general, was a bad day for me. I cried a lot for many reasons and I was hot headed. It didn’t help that last night was really hot as well.

Yesterday morning, yes, early morning, I blew my top over a stupid joke a a guy made. I blew my head over "uncalled for remarks" by a colleague and all that because to me, they were being chauvinistic. And that they didn’t even care that they were, because to them, it’s just the norm.

It was a really stupid joke. We served some drinks for the meeting that wasn't supposed to even have drinks to begin with. We were supposed to bring our own. We were thinking that perhaps, since it was pretty informal, we'd do away with the saucers. So we just prepared cups. Someone made a comment about the lack of saucers, "Macam mana ni serve air macam ni je?!"

So, I just lashed back without thinking and told him that I didn't mind serving him his drink as long as he washed his own cup after that. I was short of telling him, "I'm not your maid, and you're not my Mister, so I have no obligation to serve you to begin with. Bring your own drink next time".

But of course, I managed to bite my tongue and shut the hell up. Today, I told my mom about it and my mom's eyes went as wide as saucers (pun intended). She told me not to do it too often, especially not to those older than me and I told her I don't. My anger yesterday, to put it simply... was just di hujung tanduk.

Chauvinists.

Even in this so-called modern world we live in, there are chauvinists of all forms. Why do you expect women to make the drinks and to clean up after you? Please. My dad does the dishes at home, okay? Because my mom's hands are sensitive and reacts adversely to anything detergent. And, yes, my mom does not go to work. When my Mister eats dinner at home, the least he would do is to accompany me while I'm doing the dishes. The last time he had dinner here, he did the dishes and had no problem with it. So, what's your excuse?

The problem with men is their preconceived ideas about what an ideal woman should be. If the girl were radical, talked too much, was too intelligent and spoke her mind too often, that would be the perfect taboo, because hey, aren't women supposed to be delicate, soft spoken, sopan santun and the likes? They (men) have these traditional roles embedded in their minds, so much so that anything but is a huge dent to their ego.

Please, don't give me all that bull crap about traditional roles.

If you want to start debating about traditional roles, that would mean that us girls would have to stay at home, conceive as many babies as possible, bring them up, make sure their homework is done and future is bright and men MUST and SHALL (denotes a mandatory responsibility) by all means, bring back "ENOUGH worms to the nest for EVERYONE". Yeah. That's what I'm talking about.

But with the demands of the modern world, us girls, we go to work as well. Because for a household to sustain on just one income is out of the question. A man's responsibility to bring back the "worms to the nest" is a religious obligation and most women are aware of this, but we waive most of our rights because we would like to grow old with our spouse and expecting them to be the sole breadwinner who is the only one who thinks about bringing back the money would do the exact opposite. They would die of stress and we would have to grow old alone. So, we gladly split the roles.

I think (some) men have already changed their mindsets about these preconceived traditional roles of women. But having said that, only a few really, actually appreciate women, like truly for the "Extras" they do in addition to their sh*tloads of work in the office. And women continue to take care of household chores because its just in our nature to do so, even when we're sharing the burden of bringing home some cash.

So, please. Don't rile me with all this attitude of "women should do this, women should do that".

This has got to change. Please and thank you.

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Ideal

36" 26" 38" (i got that off the internet, of course i didn't measure her)

What you are looking at right now, is an ideal figure, according to my designer.

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Yes, after hours and hours at Jalan TAR, it was time to Meet The Designer. The first time I met him was sometime in May. At that time, he told us that it was a wee bit too early to do anything. I agree. After all, we weren’t even engaged then.

So, now that there’s about 2 months left, we just had to get on with it. Semua orang (read: Mama) dah panic. Panic of the highest degree.

The first time I was there, I tried something on and decided from the very start that I loved it already. I knew that even if we didn’t make my wedding attire with this designer, I would want the same design with any other designer.

But after trying on a few other pieces this time round, other than the one I had my eyes on, Mak Long, Fah and Mama decided that the colour of that dress just wasn’t suitable for me and for the event in general. And Mama decided that the design was a wee bit out of theme (not that we had any to begin with tiba tiba kan sekarang haha).

So, Mama said… “we’re getting you a new one”. Meaning, even though all this while I had the idea of simply renting anything I fancied from the shop, Mama decided, the reception attire should be something cut and made for my body. YEAYNESS! I get my own dress??! Hahaha. Jakun sekejap.

Simply because I am small.

Most people I read about want to lose weight before the wedding and a lot of people think it’s kind of fun to be all stick and bones. I thought it was too, until my measurements were taken and I was told about ideal measurements. And those ideals don't even have to be as perfect as the model in the photo above!

I am nowhere close to ideal, I tell you! I am just... small.

Which upsets me a little, of course, but I feel that I shouldn’t be so perturbed by it much since I’ve always been like this. Can’t expect me to go on a bingeing spree 2 months before and expect that all that fat will go to all the desired places. If that were the case, then my bingeing spree for the past year hasn’t worked at all. I've failed miserably in my mission. Don’t know what makes people think it will work on me now.

So, I am out to get a good Maximizer (hua hua hua so funny) and who can tell me where to get an ‘artificial butt’ please? I was told that it’s like pants, but with padding at the backside. Is this the same as Spanx? And if yes, where can I find it?

I wonder if I’m the only one facing this “too thin” problem.

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Cloth Guru.

Last weekend, we picked Mak Long up as promised. I knew that I would come home with more than just shopping bags (read: massive headache) if I was left alone with the both of them, so I called Fah up and begged her to come along. After all, she could do with all the fresh air in the world and I needed a fresh breath of young people around me too.

So, we picked Mak Long up at 10 a.m.

The drama began in the car itself! OMG our mummies are so funny, we couldn’t stop laughing! After a while we realised that Mama wasn’t the best driver (as she is sooo used to having Babah and myself drive her), and that Mak Long calls left as “belok situ” and right as “belok situ” as well, causing us to be a little unsure whether she meant left or right, so we buckled up behind and laughed and laughed at how the 2 sisters were acting.

The second drama was at the parking lot. OMG! Mama was yap yapping all the way up the ramp because it was going round and round, even worse than curly fries! We parked at Semua House by the way, so I’m sure those who frequent Jalan TAR would know what the parking lot is like. They were even arguing about where to park – whether closest to entrance or closest to exit is better. Haih, mothers.

uuuuu aaaaaa

And then, the Cloth Guru got to work. Mak Long is really the best person to bring to Jalan TAR and all the fabric shops anywhere in world. She was so patient with all of us. Penyabar yang amat. She was commenting on every little piece that my mom planned on getting – cantik, no not that one, wow that’s beautiful, oooooo that colour is soo beautiful. They were uuuuh aahing at cloth and Fah and myself were trying really hard to stifle yawns. *sigh*

tegar.



mangsa keadaan



mangsa keadaan jua

Part of the Pact that day was that Mak Long was supposed to concentrate on Mama’s purchases so that meant she couldn’t/shouldn’t buy anything. But when we weren’t looking, she went digging and digging into piles of cloth and found 2 pieces of raw silk that she loved! Her expression was priceless la hoi! Siap cakap lagi, “But I’ve always wanted fuchsia”. Okay, okay Mak Long we believe you. So comel.

Believe it or not, we were up on our feet for more than 8 hours before we left Jalan TAR to go Meet The Designer. By that time, we were really tired from all the walking and carrying those heavy loads up and down, up and down until they both made a decision that they were fully satisfied with their choices. Mak Long seriously is the best person to bring around for Cloth Consultation. I wish she did it for a living. She’d be richer than she already is. Hahahahah.

I seriously have the highest degree of respect for those who brave Jalan TAR on a weekly basis for wedding stuff and the spouses who go with them too. That place really has a life of its own- a force to be reckoned with. Heh.

Alhamdulillah, cloth for my family is done. But you know what? We sort of went off tangent with the theme. Hahahaha. Suka hati la labu. Kawan-kawan yang dah tahu theme colour jangan risau. Pakai je apa yang dah beli tu. Off tangent sikit je pun. Hahahahaha.

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writing down your secrets

Yes, if you are like me, you need to pen down your thoughts, even when you’ve called the whole world to tell about your problems.

Some of them appear here and some of them elsewhere. I am all well, as long as it is written.

Some people have asked me how to do the encryption/decryption. I figured I should do a tutorial and bookmark it at the sidebar so that you all can now pen down your secrets safely.

1. First, copy the highligthed portion in green from here:

2. Go to your Dashboard and look for Design and then click on Edit HTML.

3. Look for the highlighted portion which says "head" and paste the text which you copied from the website just now, like what I did in the second photo here.

4. Make sure to save changes.

5. When you want to write a secret post, I suggest you type out your text in Word first.

6. Then, copy the text.

7. Go to this website.

8. And paste your text.

9. Notice the “key” where I typed in hate123. That is the password to your post.

10. After you have pasted your text, click on “Encrypt”, scroll down the page and you will see this:

11. Copy the HTML Code.

12. Go back to your blog and go to “New Post” as you would normally do when you want to write about something. Paste the HTML Code at the Edit HTML tab.

13. Then, you can change the “Show Encrypted Text” to some other thing like,

“Only you can know”

14. Then, publish post.

15. It will appear like the post before this :

16. Click on the hyperlink. It will ask you for a key.

17. The key I decided is hate123. When you write your secrets, you can decide on any key, but be sure to remember, if not tak boleh bukak secrets sendiri! Try and key in that key.

Happy trying with your respective blogs!

For larger view, you can click on the images. And yes, you may reproduce this and yes, you may link me if you want to teach someone else.

I will bookmark this with the label " encrypt tutorial"

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