tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38207279462628420042024-03-05T12:14:35.237+08:00Glass Shoe FitsNINsyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18292700857085029459noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820727946262842004.post-7163387613579277302012-02-22T22:38:00.004+08:002012-02-22T23:12:07.334+08:00Level7even, KL Hilton<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Yesss..we have found another wedding venue to consider..</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">t's no longer at Delicious Cafe..but it's in Level7even KL Hilton. Gosh. Just love how unique this place is. Its a little bit costly but it is definitely worth it if you ask me..</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">To all newly engaged couple, this should also be one of your venue options. You can pm me for quotation ;)</span></div>NINsyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18292700857085029459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820727946262842004.post-71296059521608662622012-02-22T22:12:00.000+08:002012-02-22T22:12:39.616+08:00Ramblings<div class="im" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>I love weddings but I don't know why people always make it such a big deal. For me what's important is actually the Nikah ceremony. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>Well, my Nikah ceremony is going to be a very intimate ceremony and will only involve a limited number of people. This is in line with what me and my fiance pictured for our wedding. Large wedding is a big NO NO and it's not because it's highly overrated but its because we don't fancy formalities/ protocols/ customs. We respect them but they are just not for us. </b></span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>Love should be about love and nothing else. - the end -</b></span></div>NINsyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18292700857085029459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820727946262842004.post-34948652646310214462012-02-14T01:01:00.003+08:002012-02-17T22:05:04.478+08:00And I Love Him<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>Dear Baby,</b></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>For this year's Valentines Day and Love Anniversary, instead of telling you how much I love you and how you complement me in every way, I wish to let you know some of the things that you regularly do that <u>drives me crazy (and sometimes really annoys the hell out of me)</u>..haha</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>a) you like to make fun of me ALOT</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>b) you constantly criticize my English pronunciations</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>c) you always imitate the way I laugh</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>d) you are too hygienic - I can't be washing my hair everyday!</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>e) you never let me spend a lot of money :(</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>f) you keep forgetting stuff</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>g) you listen to too much K-Pop music </b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>But I love you so much and I never actually want you to change..I'm still gonna love you forever more. That is my promise to you. </b></span><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>Happy Valentines Day and Love Anniversary! </b></span><b style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">-xoxo-</b></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>P/s I know that I'm playing the victim here but its not always the case..the truth is I can be a real bitch and the fact that he can still love me the way that he does is beyond amazing! haha</b></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>It all started after reading an email from Faisal, the events and catering exec of Delicious cafe..Hmm..don't get me wrong.. he's a nice guy..he really is..very cooperative and all. The reason I'm feeling sad and f*cked up right now was not caused by him...but because after talking to him (<i>yes I called him right after I finished reading his email</i>), I was left with no choice but to forego our plan to have a wedding reception in Duo Residency. </b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>But alternatively, he recommended us to do it in Marc Residence instead, which is also awesome and a popular choice for private events..</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>Sigh..I don't know..honestly I don't mind replacing it with Marc Residence but Terry has issues with it (parking etc). He told me that <u>right from the beginning </u>and his opinion matters to me..so </b></span><b style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">there is nothing much that I can do..I can </b><b style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">either try to convince him to do it in Marc Residence or completely move on..</b></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</b></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Not cool!</b></div></div></div>NINsyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18292700857085029459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820727946262842004.post-4800807136037180982012-02-06T14:27:00.010+08:002012-02-10T22:02:47.813+08:00Wedding Reception<div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Hi everyone..</b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>Thought of sharing my first piece of wedding details... "The Venue" </b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>Well, initially we wanted to do a destination wedding but after a short time we realized that it was getting so complicated so the idea sadly got trashed away (sorrrry to dissapoint you Kylie)..haha..but but..the concept of a "<i>small and intimate wedding</i>" still remains the same.. </b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>After <u>months</u> of researching for potential wedding venues, we agreed to pay a visit to one specific location and after checking it out the other day, we decided that this is it. There is no other place that is more perfect than The Venue..so guys here are some teasers..</b></span></div></div><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="clear: left; color: black; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Yesss..we are going to do it in <u>Delicious @ Duo Residency</u>...It's really perfect for us and matches our concept..and as for the theme..Bulu, one of my lovely bridesmaid proposed to do Breakfast at Tiffany's.. will write more about it in my next entry..</b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
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</div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Yeah yeah I know that it's been ages since my last post...hmm..sorry..just could not find the right time to write.. anyways I'm going to share with you this important event of my life which had just happened today...</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">12 January 2012...is the day the love of my life is officially a muslim... alhamdulillah..</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Terry Chong Cheng Wei is now Terry Ezekiel bin Abdullah...</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ya Allah, thank you for your continous blessing..thank you for the hidayah that you have given to him.. I know that I am not a good servant but you know that I never once question your existence. You are the one and only God and I love you. I really do altho I know some of my actions does not really point towards that. </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Also, to all my friends..thank you for your wishes and prayers...Terry and me appreciate that so much..huggies.. :) </span></div>NINsyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18292700857085029459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820727946262842004.post-14897540118532073832011-09-01T13:14:00.009+08:002012-02-14T12:53:52.009+08:00Misai<div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b style="font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;">This entry is for you..<br />
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Wa tau wa dah lama x update blog..wa bukan malas tapi busy siot.. ;p<br />
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Seperti yang lu tau, wa dah berhenti kerja..Yes...baru je dua bulan wa kat Albar & Partners tapi wa rasa mcm mmg dah destiny wa kat tempat baru ni. Haha. Tapi kan babe, ntah kenapa hati wa kali ni mcm suspens lebey je...dag dig dug memanjang and wa x pernah rasa sesuspens mcm ni dowh...seyes...hmm...maybe sbb the fact yg wa akan meninggalkan legal practice kot...<br />
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Anyways, wa rasa wa pilih the right decision by leaving and yang paling penting sekali, wa dapat 12 days marriage leave, 3 months maternity leave and 24 days annual leave...(<i>memang konfirm ada more than enuf time in the world for baby making process</i>) and disebabkan benefits keja gomen lu tu dah lebih kurang mcm bank, wa seriously rasa it's about time for you to resign also... okay that's it misai... lain kali bila wa rajin wa buat special entry utk lu lagi..adios and selamat hari raya!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b style="font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;">BTW to all my Albar friends..I love all of you..best giler kenal dgn korang..haha sweetest short memories ever! here are some collection of pics that I took from our lovely faiza :)</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><strong>b) AINAL - We are not as close as we are today back in Uni.. as we have our own seperate set of friends, but we are close now...and you are the right (probably the only) place that I go to whenever I crave for gossips especially when it involves si dia...haha...Besides that, I know that I can always count on you when I have problems..I'm glad that I have you as my friend.. </strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div></div><div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><strong>e) FAIZA - I know you for the shortest period of time but I know that we can be good friends...There's just something about you that makes me very comfortable. Plus, you are definately a bridesmaid material! This is because you are always very semangat when it comes down to planning something, be it budget planning, trip planning and even buka puasa plans...Haha</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="h5" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><strong>f) KYLIE - I love you! What more can I say? When I first met you, I dont really like you because you are taller than me (I'm not used to it). But now...we have become good friends..You are the sweetest and most childish friend ever.. I love it when you texted me and said huggies..and I especially love when you leave sweet notes on my table. You remind me of Adora as she also likes to do that. </strong></span></div></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><strong>h) SIAN CHZE - Hmm...I think I have told you before that you are annoying!..Haha..You sombong...rarely listen to me...you are insensitive of my feelings and many other things la but I know that you are a sweet friend eventhough you dont show it.. well you don't have to tell me sweet things and you can continue to annoy me because I know that you are a true friend :) BTW </strong></span><span style="color: black; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><strong>I'm going to Bandung/Jakarta somewhere in April next year with Faiza, jum ah ?...AJ you too.. :)</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div>NINsyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18292700857085029459noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820727946262842004.post-3061688874400994072011-07-30T11:22:00.011+08:002011-09-01T13:19:59.146+08:00Warning: Cheesy Contents<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;">I woke up this morning with teary eyes after I read this simple yet sweet massage from my fiance...</span></b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;">"Baby..I love you tau..I really do..I miss you..and I syg you so much..I wish we could go grocery shopping again..Hehe..It's always so fun to go grocery shopping with you..I just love you so much..sososososo much"</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;">He drives me crazy all the time with his annoying habits but most importantly he makes me feel very special every single day...Hmm...what more can I say... :)</span></b></span></div>NINsyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18292700857085029459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820727946262842004.post-77413492931460986232011-07-24T14:26:00.025+08:002011-07-24T20:40:06.820+08:00First Dance Song<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><strong>Hi darling readers, it's been a week since my last post... Been very busy with work... Hmm, a</strong></span><span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><strong>nyways, while searching for songs to be played at my wedding, I stumbled upon this one song which is very sweet and cute and I instantly fell in love with it! (check out my music playlist) seriously comel sgt.</strong></span></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"><em>The way I am - Ingrid Michaelson</em></span></strong><br />
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</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"><strong>If you were falling, then I would catch you<br />
You need a light, I'd find a match<br />
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Cuz I love the way you say good morning<br />
And you take me the way I am<br />
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If you are chilly, here take my sweater<br />
Your head is aching; I'll make it better<br />
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Cuz I love the way you call me baby<br />
And you take me the way I am<br />
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I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair<br />
Sew on patches to all you tear<br />
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Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise<br />
And you take me the way I am<br />
You take me the way I am<br />
You take me the way I am</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div><span style="color: purple;"></span></div><strong><span style="color: purple; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: xx-small;"></span></strong><br />
<div><span style="color: purple;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><strong><span style="color: black;">I think this song would</span> be perfect for our <span style="font-size: small;">first dance song</span>...cehh...tiba tiba je plan nak dance on my wedding day la kan...Haha...</strong></span><span style="color: black; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><strong>Tapi, persoalannya sekarang, berani ke I nak dance depan ramai orang??? macam malu je... and I'm actually a shy person. </strong></span></div><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><strong>Plus, I'm not sure if my fiance would agree to do this also sebab so far, 6 years together... x pernah pun tengok him dance. The only time I have seen him lebih kurang dance pun masa I dared him to be sporting by playing one of the dance machines kat arcade... itu pun macam kayu okay... I told him that after his turn I would play also tapi after he's done with embarassing himself, I suddenly want to pull out pulak...haha.</strong></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><strong>Hmm, baby, if you are reading this, yes...I want us to dance on our wedding day okay?... I suppose it's okay to make a fool of ourselves on our wedding day...and don't worry... we will get our first dance lesson together before the wedding so that it will be less embarassing ;)</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yang ni memang confirm x mungkin la kan..Haha</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="ii gt" id=":110"><div id=":2r"><div class="ii gt" id=":11t"><div id=":11u"><div style="color: black;"><div><div style="font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>It was on Wednesday, 9 March 2011, that my darling fiance lost his...hmm...'surgery virginity’. Haha. He had his first major surgery of his life. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>We made an appointment with a specialist doctor at the Mediviron clinic in Damansara Perdana a few days before the actual date but...sigh...when we went to the clinic, the nurses there informed us that the doctor wasn't available. So we had to make another appointment for the next day. </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>I had taken one week leave from work knowing that I will have to babysit him throughout the entire time that he was in recovery. I mean that is the least that I can do after what he just put himself through right?... </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>On that day, I repeatedly told my fiance that it wouldn't hurt that much because the doctor would put him to sleep. But little did I know... the clinic that we went to, only offered two methods of <i>sunat</i>. First is the clamp method and the second is the conventional method. I’m not sure why that particular clinic did not have the laser treatment because otherwise, we would have opted for that since it is the least painful.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Before going for the operation, my fiance had to wear a sarong that my mum gave him. That sarong was actually belonged to my late father and I was happy to see him in it…I felt like if my late father was still alive, he would be proud of us and of how serious our relationship is. </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>After an hour or so, my fiance finally came out of surgery. I noticed how differently he walked and noticed that he was bleeding...hmm....I felt bad for him. We payed the medical fees and I quickly drove him back. While in the car, I could see him suffering through the pain by the expression on his face. When I asked him, how it was, he told me that the doctor did the conventional method as the clamp was not suitable for him. The conventional method hurts abit more because the doctor would have to actually cut at the skin and sew it back. I felt even more sorry that he had to endure this process... </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>During the entire week, I babysited him...he couldn't really walk and had to lay in bed the entire time. I had to buy lunch and dinner for him but I did not complain. I know that I had to support him after all he's been through. By the end of that week, he tried to take a walk...and my love for him grew each day knowing that we would be together forever :)</b></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>NINsyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18292700857085029459noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820727946262842004.post-79080590453270245002011-07-13T17:00:00.015+08:002011-09-01T13:20:45.885+08:00Cupid Strikes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGNxZSUbAaiBBjhC4YSDH5U_qc66rI5KwinYgG1e8te3Lpl40Mm6X802pYU89M7-W46BBqVBgMKKPSlhlge2kV7xqBG1tPMXsKJt5otwF0LV_rKuWPYagqDLl6jVL4Kty9fnMr5-Q3Jnby/s1600/cupid+2.jpg" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="ii gt" id=":2t"><div id=":3i"><div class="ii gt" id=":2m"><div id=":3s"><div style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">Do you believe in cupid strikes? Haha. I don’t since growing up as a Muslim, I always believe that Allah S.W.T has determine one’s <i>jodoh</i>. But having said that, I must admit that I kind of like the whole concept of cute chubby boys with wings, armed with bows and arrows ready to strike two souls and make them fall madly in love, is pretty cute.</span></b></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">Hmm...imagine a situation where you are in a lift with that special someone. The distance between you and that special someone is not that close, but you can hear your heart beating faster as if it was about to pop out from your chest...your palm is sweaty...you can’t catch your breath and you feel like you are going to have a panic attack??!. The cupid must have strike his arrow la <i>kan</i> and I’m not finished. Haha. Imagine that the feelings that you feel are so special, magical and indescribable but you just stayed silent and never mentioned anything about it to that special someone....BUT only to find out later that he was feeling the same way towards you... </span></b></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">And your heart just dropped when you heard it! Haha. That was how I realized that I could be falling for this guy, my now fiance. </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">I mean you won’t feel that way if you don’t like that person right??</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">P/s on that very night, he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. It didn’t take me long to answer as I was already smitten by him... Wink Wink</span></b></span></div></div></div></div></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>NINsyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18292700857085029459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820727946262842004.post-30453249086899338262011-07-12T19:11:00.027+08:002011-09-01T13:27:25.203+08:00How We First Met<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><div class="ii gt" id=":6b"><div id=":2r"><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">To tell the truth, when I first saw my fiance, I didn’t instantly fall in love with him and it was never a love at first sight...I never pictured myself being with someone who is not from the same religion and culture and the fact that he is 3 years younger than me, <i>lagi la</i> the thoughts of us being together never occurred in my mind <i>la kan</i>.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">It started out during my second year of studies when I had to work part-time to earn some cash. Turns out that he was working there part-time as well to save up money for college. When I first saw him... my first impression was that he’s very <i>jambu</i> and cute but not my kind of guy. Back then, I like <i>busuk</i> and messy kind of guy. LOL. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">But after few months of knowing him as a friend and colleague, I noticed that he is very different from other guys I know though at that time I still have not developed any feelings for him yet. Only after going out a bunch of times with some friends of ours, we started getting closer and comfortable with each other. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">And then....one day.... he asked me if I had any plans on the weekend. I replied him YES as I have already promised to see my friend, to <i>teman</i> her do her hair in one of the salon in One Utama and at the same time do mine BUT in the end I told him that he could tag along if he wanted to and he said yes. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">Unfortunately, on that day, the hair treatment session took longer than usual and he had to wait for me for 3-4 hours in the hair salon. My <i>perut dah already bunyi sebab lapar sangat</i> but of course I didn’t ask him to get anything for me <i>la kan,</i> s<i>ebab takut nanti kena chop diva</i> but somehow <i>entah macam mana</i>, he could read my mind cuz he bought me a set meal from Burger King. I was like, awww...you didnt have to do that <i>tapi lapar punya pasal I makan je</i>. Haha. After I had done my hair, we went to Coffee bean to have their frappucinos...</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">Hmmm, after that first outing (<i>can’t call it a date as my friend was there</i>)... days passed by and we became even more close to each other and we went on a couple of dates after that. I kind of knew that he has feelings for me already but my feelings for him had only started to grow after the occurrence of this certain event, as it was on that day, I started to look at him as someone whom I should seriously consider...</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">...somewehere in 2005 while I was working, <i>datang la</i> this psycho guy whom I kept avoiding (<i>I have my reasons for avoiding him which I can’t disclose them here. I think the reasons are enough to make me hate him</i>). Each time he called or asked me out I will tell him that I’m busy. One day he just couldn't take it anymore and decided to create a scene at my workplace. Can you imagine it???! <i>Emotional gila kan?</i>. He wanted to see me outside but I refused. He then forced me to follow him and started to raise his voice and all in front of everyone! <i>Sumpah loser mamat tu</i>.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">But it’s so happened my fiance was there and we were supposed to have lunch together that day. When he saw how mad that guy and how <i>degil</i> I was, he stepped in and gently asked the guy to let go of me since I have refused to follow him. But.... this guy being as persistent and psycho as he is, still refused to give in!. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">Since this drama has attracted many unwanted attention from the public, my boss then called me and the psycho guy to his office. We were in there for soooooooooo long and by that time lunch hour had already passed. I figured my fiance must have taken his lunch. My boss asked me how to settle the issue and I decided not to make things worse by lodging a police report even though I was pretty sure that the psycho guy would disturb me again.... After hours of negotiating a solution, my boss finally released me and asked me to clear my head and go have lunch. I told myself that I’m not going to have lunch as I have already lost my appetite...</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">But as I opened the door...</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">...there he was......my fiance....waiting for me the entire time and looking sooooo worried.</span><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"> I was S.M.I.T.T.E.N and felt so touched as it was very unexpected of him...</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;">and when my boss saw my fiance standing there, he told him to take me out for lunch knowing that my fiance was waiting for me... :) </span></b></span></div></div></div></div>NINsyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18292700857085029459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820727946262842004.post-56757562961793805782011-07-08T22:26:00.029+08:002011-09-01T13:22:12.329+08:00The Proposal...<div style="font-family: Times; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Since this is my very first entry, I thought of sharing my proposal story as this would mark the beginning of a new chapter in my life.</b></span></div><div class="ii gt" id=":2h"><div id=":3y"><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>My fiance and I have been dating for around 6 years now (<i>I think</i> <i>6 years is probably the time when we girls start to wonder if the guy is ever going to propose or not right??</i>). Hmm... even though we come from a totally different family background with me being a Malay and he being a Chinese, we both knew that we only wanted to be together...considering the fact that we have been together for a long time and have been through many obstacles together...</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>But unlike most couples, the marriage route is definitely not an easy route for us (<i>especially him</i>). There are many things to be considered and also a lot of <i>hati </i>and <i>perasaan</i> to be taken care of. So we both agreed to just wait until it is the right time (<i>though I must admit that it kills me when I’m not sure how long more I should wait...haha</i>)...</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>But it was on the 7th of July 2011 when he picked me up from my work place and took me to one of the most romantic restaurants that I have ever visited. (<i>We were listening to songs by Westlife during the entire time we were in the car...which is not his typical playlist. He even menyanyi along with a couple of the songs...though he didn’t get most of the lyrics right. He did that to set a romantic mood. Lol</i>). </b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>After being stuck in a traffic jam for almost an hour, we finally arrived at the Teeq Brasserie restaurant which is situated at the rooftop of Lot 10 <i>ngam ngam</i> on time as he has made an earlier reservation. The ambience of that place couldn't have been any more romantic and we had a great meal especially the cheese glazed fried prawns...</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Halfway through our meals, he then recited some romantic words (which what seemed like vows) and pulled a ring and popped the one million dollar question that I have been wanting to hear;</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>He: Hmm, B, will you marry me (<i>while holding the ring</i>)?</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Me: Puzzled. (<i>Even though I actually knew beforehand that he was going to propose and was fully aware of the fact that he had bought the ring a month ago, I still somehow could barely speak</i>).</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>He: Repeated himself.</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Me: Still speechless.</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>And then he looked at me and said...</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>B..........Uhm........I want to marry you......... and I would ask you to marry me over and over again..... at a different time and place until you say yes. Uhm.....I would never give up on us...</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Me: Melting<i> gila</i> and happily said YES!</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Well, even though he didn’t get down on his knees like all those romantic comedies, it was still beyond sweet. I’m praying hard that he is my <i>jodoh</i> sent by God until eternity. Amin. </b></span></div><br />
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