Wedding nightmare, literally

So, I had a nightmare the other night.

It felt so real and intense. It was the BIG day. I was there together with my bunch of ‘chi muis’ and relatives. It was a chaotic morning. Soon the groom arrives and the games begin. Luckily, all went well for this part. But nearing the end of the games session, I looked into the mirror. To my horror, I realise that I haven’t got my make-up done! I look like s***!

My make-up artist is nowhere to be seen and after calling her a few times, she finally arrives. Same goes for my photographer. So that means no one took any pictures of the games session. :( The guests have arrived. My friends and family is doing their best to entertain them while I get fixed up.

Panicking, I then realised that I left something really important at home. I don’t recall what it was but it sent me rushing back to my house (yeah, weirdly, I am not ta home). The absurd thing is I attempted to walk back.

In my wedding gown and shoes.

Under the hot sun.

With cars passing by and people staring.

Not a good idea.

I attempted half way and the house is further than what I thought. I gave up and just sat there at the roadside. The nightmare ended abruptly there.

Not sure if I’m having cold feet or what, at times, I just feel that it’s so complicated to run the show. I kind of regretted that I've agree to have a wedding luncheon. It could have been much easier to do it small scale with just close relatives and friends.

There's so many things on my mind that I am mentally drained at times.

So far, not everything is going according to what I have in mind initially. Many things I have planned ended up not how I wanted it to be. My diet plans, my gown, my pictures...Sigh, I could have been more fussy but it’s so tiring. Maybe I just need to chillax and let it be. As long as it goes smoothly on the day itself, I am happy enough.

And so, 6 more weeks and counting down…

Beautiful story...

Taken from Elegant Wedding:

"My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”

Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

“When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk… I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments…"

Coming up next: My wedding nightmares!

Fish Leong-XiaoShouLaDaShou

I'm not a big fan of Fish but recently discovered this happy go lucky song.....Just nice for a Friday mood....Enjoy the long weekend everyone and SELAMAT HARI RAYA....

It'll all be gone

Looking at the rate that old architectures are being demolished to make way for development, by year 2020, most of the historical buildings in Malaysia will be gone.
I am a fan of anything old and antique. Including buildings and architectures. As much as I like new modern high rise, I hope the government or the construction companies will retain some of theses unique architectures.
They can co-exist, the old and new. When I was in Melbourne or Chicago, I am very impressed on how they've managed to develop the city while retaining the past. Really hope that we can learn from them.

Read:
http://thestar.com.my/metro/story.asp?file=/2012/8/15/central/11852762&sec=central

My Ah Pa

I went to the clinic after work today to collect some medicine for mum but silly me, I forgot her registration card number. As I was trying to describe her to the nurse, I mentioned that her file should be attached to my dad's file. When I mentioned my dad's name, she immediately remembers him. And she goes on complimenting my dad on being the nicest person, always so polite and funny. She mentioned something that touched my heart. She said that 'I can remember uncle not because he is handsome or because he is rich. I remember him as he is always so polite and lights up our day when he comes here.'

That's my dad. 

This brings me back to the incident when my dad sprained his ankle a couple of months ago. When I accompany my mum to the market here, everyone will ask about him. Asking why he didn't come out to the market for few days dy. Young or old, they said they missed his jokes and teasing. 

Yup, that's my dad. 

When I was younger, I used to wish that my dad is younger when my parents had me. I wished for that so I do have to bear the household incomes so soon. I know I am selfish. But I no longer thinks like that. I am proud of my dad as he has shown me much all these years, thought not directly but through his way of working things out.

For as long as I know, my dad is the most dedicated and loyal employee. When he was still working, I think he hasn't taken one day of MC. I used to feel ashamed when I take MC because I have a slight headache or a slight tummyache. He always say that we should not procrastinate (which I failed miserably).

My dad is the most routine based person I know. Sleeps and wakes up the same time. Eats bread with butter and jam every morning. Walks to the market be it rain or shine. I kinda admire that quality in him.

So, dedicating this post to Pa....Hoping you'll stay strong and healthy and happy.

Yogyakarta Day 4 and 5

Day 4 brought us to Solo, an hour (plus) drive from Yogya. Solo is less touristy compared to Yogya. Solo is home to Mangkunegaran Palace and Kasunanan Kingdom, two of the former Royal family.

Kasunanan is a palace that has the architecture of traditional Javanese and European influence. It is now a musuem. We were brought around by this funny and witty guy who keeps making hysterical comments.

We then proceeded to a local antique market. I like all things antique and find this place full of stuff that is hard to come by now.

Next, we went to Mangkunegaran, a beautiful and well maintained palace. Some of the royal family still lives here and they even have two cute to the max puppies. I think the little fellas kind of took the limelight of the visit to the palace. 

Included in the itinerary for the day is a visit to Sukuh, the so called 'erotic' temple. It is full of 'interesting' ornaments. Our guide call it pornographic temple. @@ 

There are many mysteries surrounding this temple. Google it for more information.

Day 4 is not a too tiring day for us. We ended the night with drinks from the hotel lounge, where we were the only patrons there. Enjoying the view from where we're relaxing and sipping cocktails.

And day 5, we bid farewell to out guide and to Yogya! Till we meet again (not in the near future though....)

Some Study That I Used to Know (Gotye Parody)

LOL....some mid-week humour....