Post engagement, I learned a great deal about diamond rings and in pursuant to the learning I became so obsessed over a piece of jewelry.
I googled top celebrities’ rings and ended up envying how fortunate Kim Kardashian’s life is. Close tab. Then re-open the tab only to realize I can never afford that bloody 9ct diamond using my current income. Close tab again.
But you know, to be disappointed over fate aint a good idea. After all I’ll be getting a diamond ring too, and not just any grandma’s unwanted sentimental piece LOL! Continue reading “The Wedding Ring(s)”
Two weekends ago my husband and I, we flew off to a neighbouring country for a quick weekend getaway. I wanted to utilize my annual leave as year-end is swiftly approaching and fortunately he has the lux of flexible working days so I intuitively usha-ed Airasia for a desirable destination.
Appealed by relatively cheap flight fares, I found myself at the “Booking Confirmation” page for a return trip to Krabi. Weeks forward, there we were. 3-month old newlywed by the majestic beauty of Andaman Sea, air temperature way hotter than our own motherland and handful of adventures to tick off from the bucket-list! Here’s for commemoration purposes: Continue reading “The Krabi Trip”
noun se·cond·ment \ sə̇ˈkän(d)mənt \
“:the detachment of a person (such as military officer) from his or her regular organization for temporary assignment elsewhere”
Let me start by transporting you back to the time I wish I can flush out of my mind but I can’t. It was a usual day at the office when a senior associate called me to discuss on our files. The discussion went on at a normal rate, slowly accelerated to a point where I was interrogated like a criminal till my heart shrunk to its tiniest size. I hold back my tears, not wanting to chicken out in front of him and when we were done I dashed my way to the toilet, burst the tears I’ve been holding for that good terrible thirty minutes. Continue reading “Second Secondment”
Last night Ajai returned home looking all moody and gloomy. He did not speak much (God knows how much a chatterbox that old guy is) except from greeting me with the usual hubs-wife hello hi. He ditched our Friday night BJ’s date (Ben’s & Jerry in case you get it wrong yeah) and he stared at the ceiling for hours when the most interesting thing in the house is obviously me. When his silence speaks volume, I knew something was not right. “You okay?” “Okay”
Wow sometimes it amuses me how a cunning lawyer like him sucks at lying to his own wife. I mean hello dude your tone says it all, you are not okay! I reached for the dusty “How To Comfort People For Dummies” manual at the back of my head. My virtual reading of it suggested me to cuddle him, make him a killer-ass coffee, and offer him a back massage which I am so abysmal at.
After 5 minutes he muttered “I wanna go watch TV”
My trophy wife hurrah fell splat on the floor and died. Continue reading “It’s Me-Time Now”
For the past few weeks works had been super exhausting. New tasks poured like rain and I had to catch up with the amount of matters I left behind from the one-day wedding leave (you read it right, one day). I came back home mostly at night with terrible zombie look, no appetite for anything else. Not that it was an unusual thing considering this routine made up 90% of my solo life but at this point I have a creature waiting for my return so I don’t feel at ease for not being able to put on the wifey cap right.
Thank God Ajai understands the situation, tolerates as myself desire. He may or he may be not but so far that old guy utters no complaint yet so we take it the former way yes? And the best thing, on Wednesday night prior to the long Awal Muharam weekend he asked. Continue reading “First Weekend Getaway Together”
Six years ago, when I was still a very innocent uni student I was invited to join the uni’s debate team recruit. That too, was when I met UM debate captain for the first time ever .
When I saw him I knew he must be the one I needed to impress the most so I made the move to be noticed. (Which turned out wrong because to date, he kept on proclaiming I was the one who tackled him first *rolling eyes*). Approached him, gave him ideas so he knew my brilliance.
From that little approach I made (ugh) he became one important person I appreciate having around. But still I was not at all serious when I said yes to dating him, what’s more to build a life together. (Just thought uni life would be much easier to have a senior boyfriend hahaha). Back then he was just “another boyfriend”, just like all the 12 guys I dated before.
But slowly, from debate captain to debate teammate to debate coach, law school senior, he became a boyfriend who patiently weathered all my unreasonable antics, then a fiancée who was so committed to tie the knot.
And then on 25.8.2017 he married me. Superseded all prior titles, this guy is now my husband! And I am a PUAN for God’s sake!
I am still over the moon with this marriage so my perspective is all the good things and my description about marriage is..confirmed biased. But all I can say is it feels so surreal to wake up to him every morning, to salam his hands before work, to return home to his warm hug and just cuddle on the couch doing nothing else (I’m such a disgusting wife). Life sure feels so purposeful at the moment, Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah.
I would not want to have this the other way round.
I love you baby.
Situation: Boarding the plane, KLIA.
It’s a matter of HOURS now. My wedding day is too near to be true. In all honesty, I don’t even feel a pinch of nervousness particularly in regards my status transformation within the next few hours. My friends were expressing their excitedness to see me tying the knots. Even asked me on which par my nervousness is at the moment.
I told them none. I feel nothing.
But I do admit I have a heightened fear over the wedding ceremonies. Probably because I cannot oversee the preparation back in hometown so I don’t get to feel the thrill. To date my “momager” is doing pretty excellent so I cannot be truly bothered of the preparation. She got everything on the plate, covered!
Back to the marriage. (You see, marriage and wedding are two distinct terms). This is a huge leap I am about to do. Not only because I will no longer be able to tick off the “Single” box in “Marital Status” column the next time I fill forms (huge deal dios mio!) but I also have the silly 6-year partner of mine to take care of. God! Laundry for two, meals for two, financial management for two, mortgages for two, and…oh my God I can’t believe I am saying this but yeah inescapable saving for two plus more to come! #imgonnabestingyguys #amgonnairritateyou
Albeit the extensive “for two” list, I have faith that together, we both can work this out.
I was once told marriage is a platform which makes us stronger. It trains how to juggle between major commitments, how to be more responsible, how you will find it difficult to face someone who all these time, when you had a fight with you will just ignore them and not seeing them for days. But after this despite the cold shoulders and heated arguments I’d still be seeing his silly face in bed. What if I have to give in my precious remote control, sacrifice my GOT Monday routine just to give way for his live football match? Ohhh no no miso not ready for this one!
Still got time to rethink right?*nervous grin*
Fruit, it’s a no.
Bye! Boarding to my MRS title now 😬
After the first bridal shower I became extra cautious with words, acts, omissions or the like performed by my friends. Safe to say, I put on my suspicious cap on and always questioned whatever my friends told me to the extent of aggregate annoyance haha.
But just when I thought I am smart enough, my friends are apparently wayyyy smarter.
The idiots showered me in another two surprises, also when my look was at its worst! T.T
This one was from my debate family. Continue reading “Bridal Shower 2.0”
I envy Kim Kardashian the most when it comes to dream wedding. From the things I can afford to things I can only dream of having for example her 20-ct engagement ring (duh obviously), I want it all to be like Kimberly. Talking no joke here but if I can afford it I will definitely hire Riccardo Tisci to design a Muslimah-fy KimK’s Givenchy dress.
But out of all things-a-girl-can-envy-from-KimK’s-wedding, topping my list is her intimate wedding. Low key, attended by only close friends and family, details of events were pretty scant. So I kept quiet. Not dropping hints and only informed our closest friends about it (and blackmailed them to keep shut).
Until this one night I can’t keep gold in my mouth any longer. Thanks to my noisy friends for making it known to the whole world and basically just crushed away my Kardashian private nuptial dream. Continue reading “Bridal Shower 1.0”
I got called to the bar on Friday, July 28 2017.
The Call Day was my next big day after graduation, a milestone I probably counted every single day without fail. It was the day I am officially an Advocate & Solicitor of High Court of Malaya. If I can describe the beautiful mixed feeling I would but no word could resemble and thereafter describe verbally the feeling I had for that one-day of temporary fame. Excited, sad, proud, scared, relieved all got tied into one and it was indescribable. Continue reading “Call to The Bar”