tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70639954852128545512024-03-18T15:37:34.422+08:00alya qistinaSay to express, not to impress.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.comBlogger411125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-19177776319145599852018-04-26T00:27:00.001+08:002018-04-26T00:27:31.696+08:00what? 50 what?My honest mistake! Yet, it's really too funny, and stupid at the same time haha. So this is a story of my clumsy mistake.<br />
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This happened before my pregnancy. I've taken folic acid tablets regularly since months before the pregnancy to prepare my body for conception and afterwards, and continues of course during the pregnancy as well. You can look up the indications, side effects and other drug profiles online for more info.<br />
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So what happened was I was running out of my folic acid tabs supply, so I texted my friend who worked at the retail pharmacy to buy that for me, since she's already there. Plus she lives nearby not even close to 2 kilometers from my house, I can go to her house when she got back. Got staff's price some more hahaha.<br />
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When she arrived home, she said, "I already bought you 50 strips, it's all RM40".<br />
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What?! So expensive. 50 tablets already RM40? I almost started to curse that expensive premise. It's only folic acid, gosh, why mark up so much? It's only that tiny little tablet!<br />
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Wait, what? 50 strips? Did I just read strips? STRIPS?<br />
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My brain started counting on the imaginary calculator, 50 x 10 = 500 tablets!<br />
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You mean I just ordered 500 tablets of folic acid and why the heck would I need that much of folic acid? Even during pregnancy, you won't need that much of a supply!<br />
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Hahaha phewww. Thank god, it's only folic acid, not some bloody expensive insulin or whatnot. But 500 tablets? *puke*<br />
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"Omg Kiena, I think I just typo the order! I meant tablet. Tablet okayy. Not strips. I need 5 strips only!"<br />
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"Hahahaha. No wonder. It was weird why would you need that much. I forgot to ask back. Even my boss wondered why I bought 5 boxes of these".<br />
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"Hahahaha. Okay, it's okay. I'm coming over to your house in a few minutes. See you!".<br />
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But... The bigger problem is, how to tell my husband because I hate hearing lectures from him about my clumsiness. Okay, how to tell... *taps fingers to fingers*<br />
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Seeing him tired from work, there's some blood started to rush to my head, I felt cold on my hands already. I looked at Ameerul, he played with his phone, looking so calm. Alright, he shouldn't know what's going on. I've had enough lectures from him about my clumsiness and carelessness, so I think I don't need more at the moment.<br />
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So I casually muttered to myself, aware that he listened to me, "Omg, this can't be. I'm so dead". Drama a little bit.<br />
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Then he responded, "Why? What happened?"<br />
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"Umm, I typo-ed folic acid order. We got extras hundreds of tablets".<br />
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He looked calm, "Okay, it's okay. Let's collect them all tonight at Kiena's".<br />
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Disbelief. Okay, one problem solved. Another problem, how would I finish all these? Hahahaha.<br />
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I really have a lot of them, plus with the additional supply from hospital. So, every other night before sleeping, I shove one into my husband's mouth and starts advertising about how good folic acid is. Sure he buys me, because I said I learned this at school and "I'm your personal pharmacist, baby. Now open your mouth" sure melts him. Hahaha.<br />
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Still, I have a lot. Of course I can't just throw them off. So sayang even though it's cheap. Because I know how hard to make such tablets, plus I would feel so disgust to do that. I'm an integrated pharmacist, you know hahahaha!<br />
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Thank god, they expire on 2020. I have 2 years to finish them. Should I get pregnant again?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-90993942184766540182018-04-24T00:09:00.000+08:002018-04-26T00:09:22.797+08:00first trimesterSince I'm still waiting for my housemanship, like forever waiting, so I really have plenty of time at home, just reading and researching more about pregnancy, preparing and just focus on this pregnancy, my first pregnancy ever! That I realize there's so many new things that I've actually learned! What to eat, what not to eat, what to do, what can't I do, etc..<br />
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Lucky for me, now I have all time for me and the baby.<br />
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Unlucky for me, I have quite bad sickness.<br />
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Let me tell you about the continuous headache, days and nights! My head really feels like exploding. Stabbing feels right on my both eyes. The stiff neck. Especially when I try to change my position. The only time I don't suffer from headache is during my sleep time. Moments after I wake up, danggg.. another round of headache begins. Usually my headache will lasts for about 3 to 4 days before it stops temporarily. And continues the day after. Whatt?!<br />
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Ask my husband, ask my best friends. How many times I whine in a day, how clingy I am to them. I try with a safe dose of Panadol, but it still won't go away. My husband has been so patient that he will massage me until I throw up. He wipes my vomits. He pats me to vomit more. Sigh.. will you still be doing that for the next pregnancy? Hahaha.<br />
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And also I lost my appetite during the first trimester. I didn't really eat anything. I was so nauseous with rice. I would just say no to anything. But I really liked McDonald's so much. Dinner with double cheese burger every nights was okay. Then, instant noodles. Basically I craved for junk food. Sorry baby. Hope you're doing good. But I never missed my vitamins, don't worry!<br />
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So currently on my second trimester. And it has been great so far! I'm enjoying more now.<br />
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I've got my appetite back. I can eat anything now. Less headache so far. But just throwing up on the floor a few days ago hehe sorry. But I can feel that the bump is bigger now. I feel fat!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-57816776275467951562018-04-11T19:08:00.000+08:002018-04-12T19:09:37.398+08:00preggy qissySo, when I still owe my blog posts about my weddings, which I think I'm still gonna postpone them too, Because I'm more excited now to write about my pregnancy! Hehe.<br />
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Yeaa. I'm 5 months pregnant now. Already 5 months that the baby bump starts to appear. But actually my body weight hasn't increase much, like only 2 kg. So if you look at me now, probably you just gonna see a kid with a bloated stomach (read: kwashiorkor kid) hahaha.</div>
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Time flies, surely. It's only yesterday I got my urine positive with pregnancy. And now I can feel the kicks already. </div>
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Sure, we expected this pregnancy, it wasn't a surprise. Because we had stayed together for 5 months after I came back to Malaysia for good. Long distance marriage doesn't count guys! Haha.</div>
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But the moments we saw that double lines, we were just stared at each other. Like, "Is this for real?". Okay, let's wait. Until next week, then we will see the gynae to confirm. I mean, by next week we can already see the baby sac. Means, it's 100% positive that we're pregnant. So we were agreed on that. But the impatient me, of course! I had my UPT checked many times by myself before we actually went to the gynae. All comes out positive. As the day goes by, the double lines became clearer and clearer.</div>
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I was really sure that I'm pregnant. Because I'd never miss my period. Even a day. Sometimes my period came faster than the actual due. But to be satisfied, let's see the doctor. Also to confirm that the sac is in the uterus, not in the fallopian tube (ectopic). </div>
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Yaa, because I learned them at school, so everytime I got sick, I started to think about any possible things that may occur haha. That's why I need some people, old-experienced mothers, doctors to assure me that everything that occur is normal for a pregnant mom.Well, first time mom some more hehe.</div>
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Actually the sign of me getting pregnant had came early. A month before I was actually pregnant, I missed my period by 4 days. Never in my life since puberty my period came that late. So I thought I was already pregnant but the result came out negative. I already had headache for a week. I already feel discomfort in the body. And etc. But.. that's just an introduction. Hehe. So the next month, I was late for my period for a bout 4 days, and I checked again. This time, it's positive!</div>
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My mother in law already expected this. She said, the hormones just wanna play a little bit haha. The whole family was so happy. </div>
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Anyway. We just talked about random things then he stared at me, "Is this really Qistina that I approached 7 years back? And now you're my wife", emphasizing that how long that we've known each other and he just couldn't believe that we actually did it!<br />
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Awwwhh, he always does that. And everytime, I just melt away.<br />
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"Yeah, it's me that you chased and followed all the way to my lecture hall". He did. Such a psycho, no? Hahaha how could you secretly followed me and my friends without any of us realized him, just to give me a flower. I still kept the picture of that white rose by the way.<br />
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So we just continue talking then I asked, "Are you sure that you WERE really loyal?". I meant before we got married that we had a very (utterly) long-distanced relationship. Like how can you be loyal to me for 6 years, are you sure you didn't and never had anyone else? Right, past is past but of course the curious me wanted to dig all the secrets. Past is never past with me, get it?<br />
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Well, I didn't really know. He might be loyal. But of course I had doubt (I always have doubt, well, every woman was born with that character - having doubt hahaha even though sometimes I felt like he's talking the truth, but the FBI me will ask a lot of twisted questions as if he commits such big crime. Bad me.)<br />
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"Trust me, you can ask any of my friends. Ask them. I was so loyal that even people would question me the same, how can I be that loyal?"<br />
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Then he continued, "Now it sound funny, but you know with this good look of mine, cute face of mine, I had a lot of juniors fancied me. I just pull my macho face and pretended to act cool". He showed me how he did the macho face. *shakes head 180 degree*<br />
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Omg, now where would this conversation going? Now he's boasting about having fans? Haha. Whatt theee?<br />
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I just sat there, speechless. A part of me wanted to just smash that mouth and be jealous that why wasn't I be that junior?! Haha. But a big part of me just enjoyed the conversation and played along - that made me realize, how fun our teenage years were. So much fun. Of course we all once (or always) pulled the control ayu face and pretended to be polite so the cute guy there would notice you.<br />
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But because I didn't wanna lose, I replied "Well, I also had people like me and kirim salam and all, I have a cute face too!" Haha!<br />
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Because we both know that we WERE and ARE so loyal to each other that no matter where we went/go, there will be always us that can only occupied our each other's heart. Ok now, that's disgusting hahaha.<br />
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Because this entry is posted to celebrate my graduation! I'm finally graduated! For those who are close to me, or if you've been following my blog for so long (especially my long-term friends), you know how precious this means for me. </div>
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So surreal. So overwhelmed.</div>
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I was so excited to end this. The moment I walked out of the exam hall right after Peadiatrics paper, which was the very final paper, my heart was filled with joy, unbelievable feeling. Relief. Excited. Happy. Nervous. Mixed feeling I could never be able to describe.</div>
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Yes waiting for the results was crazy. Never in my life I was this nervous. Because this is like the ultimate indicator ever, either you pass the whole program, or extend some more semester to complete the failed ones. I'd never failed any paper before, so this time half of me was quite sure I would passed as well, but you know anything could happen. What if this? What if that?<br />
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I couldn't keep calm. One minute, I'd be "omg I'm graduating lets celebrate", then another minutes, "Wait, did I answered right during drug information paper last time?".<br />
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Until they announced the result online, I checked immediately with the almost-exploded heart and sweaty palms. Running my eyes on all grades, pass, pass, therapeutics pass thank god, my heart kept beating so fast, kept checking, pass, oh cardio 80 marks so stingy, pass, yayy all 7 subjects I passed all. Can't believe it, that I am already a clinical pharmacist now. Just. Like. That.<br />
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Has it been 5 years already? Really?<br />
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Time surely flies. Faster than the bullets.<br />
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Yes, I've achieved one of my life goals. Surely I have many more plans in my head. It's okay, go slowly girl. After all, it teaches me that I shouldn't be afraid to do what I love. I'm not competing with others, because at the end what matters the most is me, myself.<br />
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Welcome home, clinical pharmacist Qistina.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-29498759589105414122017-09-07T18:31:00.000+08:002017-09-16T09:30:37.208+08:00back for goodWasn't easy.<br />
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You've got to be stable to do this. Physically, mentally, and most importantly emotionally.<br />
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I guess getting old makes me more into an emotional freak, I get weak easily. Small things make me think hard. Having to face the big event/issues always make me feels emotional ahead of time.<br />
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So funny of me giving the landlord lady a blank stare because I was so gonna leave her and not gonna see her ever again. And another suspects in the neighborhood as well hahaha - sorry for the eye contacts.<br />
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Feels like leaving your own nest. I'd already attached to that place. It's so familiar to me that I felt so so comfortable living at my home. Well, although, this was the moment that I'd been waiting for years, now it's the time, but still.... it felt like some magnet had been embedded inside your heart that attracted another pole of magnet in that place.<br />
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Nway, I'm home now haha.<br />
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Well, as a reparation to go back to Malaysia, let me start with the cleaning. To be honest, I packed quite early - so not me but because I didn't want to be rush at the last minutes and missed my stuffs here and there, so I started by packing my books and notes. I cried here. Because I just couldn't see them as books/notes anymore, but this time as memories. Felt so surreal, like do I really memorize all these?<br />
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<i>Oh you the microbiology black sheep subject, can't believe I passed you.</i><br />
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<i>Gosh you organic chemistry, you gave me sweetest memories being Dr Nader's student. He likes me. </i><br />
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You know, things like these.<br />
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And the memories with my lecturers kept coming one by one in my head. I'm so gonna miss them all. Especially Dr Hassan who always came out with any verses of Quran in the middle of lecture to relate with the topic of study. Yes, because he's handsome too. And of course Dr Mona my girl crush that I adoreeee.<br />
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And after all, that's what I treasure the most; knowledge. I can't take all my books back to Malaysia (oh btw I ordered 3 big boxes to put all my stuffs and delivered them by ship - supposed to arrive next month. I thought 3 boxes were just nice to put all items, but naaah, I had headaches packing), anyway, I selected books/notes to bring back and the rest (the unwanted ones), I left them in a box in my room - didn't throw them away. So sayang but I can't keep all.<br />
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Packing clothes wasn't as hard as that because I simple bring back all my clothes hahaha YOU THINK I WOULD LEAVE MY LIVES NEVER GUYS haha. I left/donated some that weren't really my 'lives'. They are arriving in months time - I'm already ready to hear some lectures from Ameerul about this. But I don't care *stubborn*.<br />
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Anyhow, it's not that he disapproves, but you know, every time I said "I don't have anything to wear", he would glance at me hinting about those clothes whatsoever but really, none of those clothes fit me for that specific occasion. You get it right? He never understands. But, whatever.<br />
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I know I'm gonna miss Egypt soon. Everything used to be so different there, so foreign that it totally didn't feel like a home. I felt like I was in a Maze Runner movie trying my best to survive, everything by myself. But I made it. I made it to the extend that it feels so familiar to me. Feels like I'm already an Egyptian hahaha (the dwarf version).<br />
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5 years may seems short, yes it's short to teach me everything about being a foreigner. But I can't list down everything that happened within that precious years, because it can't be expressed by words. IT IS TOO PRECIOUS. The memories I would keep them all in my heart. Those lovely faces there. Those travel trips. Those ups and downs.<br />
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Thanks Egypt for making me feels like home, see you again.<br />
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Awwhhh. Emotional freak detected here. Need help.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-32166401644952430432017-08-13T18:59:00.000+08:002017-08-15T19:00:27.478+08:00Ramadan & Eid El-Fitr 2017When we are about to celebrate Eid El-Adha. Haha sorry for the late post. I knowww, I should've tried to find a time, now that I procrastinate like this, I literally have so many things to update.<br />
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Right. So I spent the whole Ramadan in Egypt. It wasn't my first time, but it was my last time there. It was still good as it usual did. Ramadan in Egypt was never ever disappointing. Like I used to post before about how merry they would celebrate this holy month. So alive. With decoration and so. I didn't manage to buy the fanoos to bring it back home - cause I was on a tight budget but I bought a carpet and few more Egypt-y stuffs instead. Hahaha can't wait for them to arrive to Malaysia! Since I sent them via sea shipping from Egypt - gonna take months to arrive.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-7467902137517165092017-02-04T20:28:00.000+08:002017-02-05T20:28:11.746+08:00winter break 2017So, when I haven't done any winter break post since years ago (seriously, I've had the plans to blog about all of my winter break trips - which were awesome), I've just decided to blog about my current winter break. I am just so unorganized, sometimes haha.<br />
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Funny when I just posted about my so-called last departure to Egypt, now I go back to Malaysia again! I knowwwww, it's a very short break, but I insist making it longer by my own. Cause I'm the super senior there now that I only have one semester to go. *blows nails* hahahah.<br />
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I missed winter break in Egypt where I usually traveled around Egypt, playing tourist there with my not-so-fluent Arabic and the very cold weather there. My friends are having so much fun now discovering South Egypt part with the annoying hashtags ever haha. Guys, I wanted to join them! So bad!<br />
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But half of me wanted to come back to my husband's warm arms. Literally warm, since it's a year-long summer here hahaha. Plus, I have so much foods in my wishlist to eat. McDonald's prosperity burger is one of them cause I haven't eat it for 4 years now.<br />
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And there's so many things more to do this time too. My brother just got his first baby - my first niece. Which is of course, one of my exciting things ever happened in my life. Promise to blog about her.<br />
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Really, this time I'm so serious. Hahaha.<br />
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Ttyl.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-23803251326013551102017-01-22T08:21:00.000+08:002017-01-24T08:22:06.054+08:00last autumn semesterSeems like I'm gonna post more on my 'last' things I do in Egypt now since I already have a few months left before I graduate.<br />
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Time really marches. Was it just yesterday I passed my 4th year final exam? Haha and now I only have one final paper left to end this semester. And my winter break starts (which I'm gonna spend it in Malaysia, Ameerul misses me so much guys hahaha). And there goes my very final spring semester afterward.<br />
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I was quite busy this semester. Really busy cause I started this sem quite late due to my long holiday in Malaysia haha I didn't start my classes on time, I cut a few classes at the first few weeks haha but don't worry I managed to catch up the syllabus. Plus it was a short semester, they crammed the midterm exams all at once. I barely able to breath! And of course, it gets tougher in final year!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-73760612195794203462017-01-04T08:17:00.000+08:002017-01-06T08:21:41.765+08:00Last departure to Egypt.... as a student, I wish. Will probably come again as a tourist, perhaps haha.<br />
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So this time was totally different. Different vibes, different feeling. As much as I got excited to go back to my temporary home, I'd feel rather sad to be apart from my husband. Of course, I was ready for this. He was too. But, to go through it was just.. hard!<br />
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To be honest, we weren't really that sad, until.. when I needed to pass the international departure gate, we hugged for goodbye then he looked me in the eyes. "No, please no. I can't start this or else this won't stop haha" - my brain said so. But my heart said the opposite, "Oh, no. He cried. Can he please not. I'm weak". I cried too.<br />
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Must. Be. Strong.<br />
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I am so weak when it comes to people crying for me. I can't do this.<br />
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When Ameerul hold my entire head (small head haha), he looked at me right into my eyes, I could see his teary eyes and no, he cried. And his brother took our pictures hahaha and the entire family actually was there witnessed us saying goodbye and encouraging us to hug and kiss longer since we were going to be apart like very funny okay cause I feel like I was going for a war battle leaving my loved one here as if I wasn't coming back haha.<br />
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But true, one year is really long (especially for newlyweds lol).<br />
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I salam-ed everyone. I cried a lot when I hugged my mother in law cause why was she so nice, why was I so blessed, god this reminded me of my mom who was in Kelantan, god I was so weak.<br />
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My footsteps felt heavier as I walked alone after that. I looked back many times until I couldn't see them anymore. The <strike>funny </strike>sad part was whenever I looked back to see them, Ameerul was always there waving at me. Then I looked back again after a few steps, Ameerul was still there just staring and waving. I looked back again while pulling my luggage, Ameerul was still there while the other family members were starting to disperse. God, was he that loyal? Hahaha.<br />
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I cried, guys. Forget coolness. I missed my husband already just after I sat on the plane.<br />
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I sat next to a friendly medical student who also studies in Egypt, we made friends and still keeping in touch till now. It was a smooth journey and it's so nice that we got along so well, it's funny cause it really felt like we already knew each other for so long. We shared our stories and many more issues especially our crazy experiences in Egypt and of course our first selfie ever. Lol.<br />
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Reached Egypt around 2 am local time, I felt empty cause Egypt was quite and chilly. I missed him. Was it <i>just </i>yesterday he helped me packing my luggage? Was it <i>just </i>yesterday we ate together?<br />
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I was such a drama queen. Haha.<br />
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Everything got back to normal again after all. It is my final year, though.<br />
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So, next time, we will come here together right? Hehehe.<br />
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One of the highlights of our trip to Bali was a-day trip to Uluwatu and Tanah Lot. Cause we stayed in Kuta and hired a tourist guide to there.<br />
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Well, I heard they were beautiful. And they really were! Yes of course the nature lover (who else?) loved it so much, he said, "Alright, give me some me time to just enjoy this view". Duhh, "You can just Youtube this, no need to be so focus". I was right, right? Hahaha.<br />
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Okay, so Tanah Lot first. Yes, so nice. Calm. No wonder people would come here to pray and meditate. But I simply can't do that - cause there were a lot of tourist. Hahaha. It was really nice, I lost my words to describe this. Our tourist guide was a kind man, he knew what we needed. What I wanted. He kept telling the whole stories about Bali to us (sometimes I snored away, Ameerul listened to him with a full concentration) but it was interesting.<br />
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We stopped by Pandawa Beach and Nusa Dua to pray. And to eat ayam betutuk (not again, thanks) at the famous restaurant there. And what's interesting for me was that mosque in Nusa Dua which was located next to 4 other places of worship (Catholics church, Protestants church, Hindu temple and Buddhist temple).<br />
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Anddd to see how the locals processed the Luwak coffee. Nay Nescafe, you shouldn't feel threatened. I'm still gonna choose you over the bitter Luwak coffee. Hahaha. But everyone should see Ameerul's face when he tried ginger coffee cause they also served another 12 cups of variety of coffee. Funnayyy. Not a big problem for me - hot ginger drink is my monthly drink routine.<br />
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Oh yes, Uluwatu finally! Much less like Tanah Lot. Cause it's a temple. But the scenery there was totally breathtaking. Couldn't stop taking Boomerang shots and amazed by the beauty of the waves. Awhh. Major love!<br />
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So, <b>Kuta Beach</b>. It was nice, but too crowded. Maybe because it was near to Kuta town that it became the easiest access to everyone. It was 10 minutes away by foot from our first hotel. It was nearbyto a mall - Beachwalk Mall I think, Hard Rock too and many more. So it was much less like the hot spot for the tourists. I personally didn't like the idea of staying here for a long time, cause it's too crowded. Literally crowded. Yeah, maybe it was on weekend, but still weekdays also the same. But someone loved it here, so we (I) needed to stay hahaha.</div>
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Next, <b>Segara Beach</b>. Niceeee. Much better than Kuta Beach. Actually all beaches look the same to me. With the waves, sand and all. But this one's better because it was a lot less calmer than the previous one. Still, a lot of people came here too, but this one's overlooking a shopping mall. Hahaha so no wonder I gave it a credit lol. I mean, it was a win-win situation right, for both of us. </div>
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And <b>Dreamland Beach</b> in New Kuta. Not in Kuta but somewhere in a new developing town called New Kuta. Also nice but we were already in love with Pandawa Beach so we felt like nothing left we wanted to see hahaha so useless both of us. We were just here for sunset by the way. </div>
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To be honest, I didn't really like the idea of the beach. Cause it's too sandy hahaha oh my god I'm so spoiled. Yesss, the sand will follow you to the hotel room and you'll just get itchy by that. It sticks to your shawls and clothes. Even your hotel bathroom showers salty water. Hahaha. But yes, you got someone opposite to you. I got Ameerul, the beach lover.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-54158776491678845272016-10-19T17:36:00.000+08:002016-10-21T17:40:02.817+08:00eat, pray, loveHahahaha.<br />
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Naah! Just because we were in Bali. But I swear, we weren't really "eat, pray, love" there. Yeahh, probably putting on "love" element a little bit. But most of the time, we were just... be us. Haha. We fought. We argued. Then only we loved. And the cycle repeated. Hahaha I swear I felt like going on a trip with my best friend. We can just relax, be ourselves, teased each other, wrestled each other (read: tickled my bone cause I'm so skinny I have no fat hahaha). And that's how I dreamed it to be. Not necessary to be in love all the time.<br />
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So how was Bali? Bali was sooooo nice. I mean, Bali itself. Minus the people. I don't really prefer crowded (and hot) places (read: Egypt hahaha) but yeah Bali was so beautiful. The beaches, the waterfall, the greens and all. Ameerul loved the beaches so much, I just knew, that he could be there for a long period of time just staring at the waves with a total dont-talk-to-me kind of concentration. Oh god. I thought he must be in a deep thought about something then later he said, "That waves used to be strong a while ago". W.E.I.R.D. I married a weird nature lover. Hehehe. While I am more to a history lover.<br />
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We'd been there for 6 days and 5 nights. Not too long but not too short, just nice that we were able to have some good times for ourselves after those tired phase of wedding. Just chilling by the beaches - almost everyday zzz and strolling around Kuta town, by foot that we insisted we were a total tourist we should explored everything by our own hahahaha not funny. Kuta town was near to our hotel by the way. We didn't take any tour to anywhere except to Uluwatu and Tanah Lot.<br />
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We learnt a lot about each other throughout this trip. He may not be the same person you've ever knew for 6 years until you live with him. He's normal by the way haha don't worry. It's just that I was able to learn a new side of him that made me fell in love with him even deeper. And also a new side of him that sometimes you just wanted to strangle him hahaha, I did that by the way, literally. And that's when he tickled my rib bone zzz.<br />
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And also this would be a very meaningful trip for both of us too. It's our first trip together by the way. We felt rather sad as well because we both knew we didn't have much time left before I flew back to Egypt for another 1 year, so we tried our best to just spend our time wisely together. That's sad. He said this to me when he stared at the waves at the beach then he held my hand while saying, "I'm gonna miss you". God, just thank God. He's normal after all, thinking about me, not only about that freaking waves pattern hahaha.<br />
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But anyway, it was just perfect there. With him. And everything.<br />
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Still feel like a dream. I finally got married to my fiance (he's been my boyfriend for 6 years by the way - too long that too many things that we've been through together). Definitely one of my accurate decisions in my life, marrying this boy.</div>
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Because he got a Dean's List for his final semesterrr! Yayy! How can I not proud?!<br />
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I called him one morning, he said, "I'm at the post office right now. I have some good news, I'll call you back".<br />
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Oh, okay. I couldn't guess any. I'd genuinely thought it was all about our wedding plan, so I patiently waited. He came home and texted me his result. I stared for a quite some time, switching my eyes between his GPA and his name. Again to his GPA and his name. Okay, this is really his, I said.<br />
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Not that I didn't believe him, but yeah couldn't believe my eyes!<br />
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My fiance managed to raise his CGPA, as he wished! Wohoo. I was extra happy for him, cause I remember he said he really wanted to do better for his final year. He had a constant aim to raise his CGPA and to get himself a Dean's List (He didn't say it directly, but I understand his target).<br />
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All of his efforts are paid off now. He made his dream came true.<br />
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I congratulated him the whole day hahaha cause I knew exactly how much he wanted this, I simply just wanna make him feel appreciated, then he said, "Okay, you may stop now". Hahaha.<br />
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Then, I asked, "What do you want for a present?"<br />
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Malay people regards anyone who will get married as darah manis. I've been receiving this a lot lately especially a month before my wedding. And they say, the darah manis people are so fragile; they tend to get sick easily, they will get hurt physically easily, cannot meet the partner too often (I skip this one) and they need to be extra extra extra careful of what they do.<br />
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Not sure if Malay people are overthinking hahaha or is it something that we just need to be careful of.<br />
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My aunts won't let me do any heavy chores, they worry if I scratch myself. Mak was so worried letting me go on board the plane the other day, she kept saying I was darah manis. Ameerul's mom too said, "Take care, darah manis now".<br />
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Now I feel like I own a new position in society hahaha.<br />
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Shushy is cooler about this, she too keeps saying I need to take care of myself but she's pretty cool handling anything that happened to me. I got sick the other day and all that she said was, "It's normal for darah manis people to be sick. You just relax and take Fisherman's Friends".<br />
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Meanwhile my parents are just so cool. They don't have any problem letting me go anywhere. Cause I live with my parents right now, and the only thing that they've concerned so much is my eating pattern. They just want me to eat well so I won't get sick. That's all. (All parents are like that).<br />
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Ameerul on the other hand is so gelabah. Hahaha. He keeps worrying about me. I can't move! When I was out, he's just so worried and said, "Take care darah manis". When I coughed, he said, "When will you be fine? We just have 2 weeks to go. Take care darah manis". When I ate, "Eat a lot darah manis".<br />
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Zzzz hahaha.Chill okay? You don't have to include darah manis in every sentences!<br />
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And speaking about him, he's still sick. And he doesn't like medicine. While I am here already finished my second strips of Panadol because of my I-don't-know-where's-coming-from headache. Sigh. I am too dependent on Panadol everytime I get headache. Ameerul's so worried about my kidney, he said, "You know exactly the side effects of Panadol, right? Remember you are darah manis now". Hahaha now he's all over that again!<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">I don’t really have enough time to travel to all
places to deliver my wedding invitation cards, cause you know firstly, I come
back home quite late, so I really have to spend my time wisely and secondly, my
friends are utterly scattered all over Malaysia! It’s impossible to just go to
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<span lang="EN-US">And yes thank god we have Facebook now (Mark Zuckerberg really
helps in all way!) that I can just send them the invitation online. How easy
the life is! But since they’ve limited the number of guests, now up to 500
guests only zzz, so I need to go through all my friends properly and select the
suitable ones. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Mark needs to understand, we Malay people just need to
invite all the friends as a sign of a common courtesy. Of course, not everyone
could come. They may have their own priority, but dear Mark, we just gotta
invite them okay. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So I thought I made a perfect decision, until…</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Two goons appeared. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Shushy commented on the invitation page wall saying
she couldn’t come. While inserting her ‘emotion’ as sad, she said she’s too
getting married on the same day as mine. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Guys, she’s totally single and not interested in
marriage, until now. She’s really bored and tried being playful here. I played
along, of course. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I said, “Yeah, feel sad too. It’s okay, we can
exchange the door gifts later”.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Then another goon, Syad came. She added, “Me too. Not
sure if I could come. We’ll see”.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Hahaha.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Ladies and gentlemen, those goons are happened to be
my bridesmaids. And they always think they’re funny – which I don’t get them
sometimes.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But for sure, these people surely had so much time.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Oh yes, I had some leisure time too, so I said, “
Don’t come you people, not gonna be enough rice”.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So now, I am their goon.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"> Hahaha.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-75944122180052861852016-08-30T22:28:00.001+08:002016-08-30T22:28:17.263+08:00braces update<div class="MsoNormal">
When I told my dentist that I’m getting
married this summer break, he paused for a few minutes, pouting his lips, his
hand on chin while staring deeply into his clinic wall, he continued “I don’t
think we can get your teeth done before that”.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I know it! “Told ya already but you still
procrastinating!” – I said in my heart.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Okay, keep calm Qissy. You are just a
patient, not a dentist! Hahaha.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Anyway, it wasn’t a surprise. I’ve expected
it to be like this and I’m ready to just carry these metals along with me on
the pelamin.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">All that he did was fixing my braces
tightly, because I will be away from him for 2 months. And of course, the
colour of my rubber!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">That was tough. But thank god Dr Ahmed
wasn’t like any other typical man who would just simply give up with the women
being all fussy about the colours.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">When he put the wire over my teeth, I
noticed he tried to take a pink rubber to seal the wire. I was freak out! Cause
it wasn’t a normal pink guys, it was a bright pink. Very bright. I hate to
admit, my teeth are slightly yellowish now since I’m wearing braces for almost
a year already. So, naah. Bright pink rubber and off white teeth =
contraindicated!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">When he tried to put the pink rubber, I was
kinda afraid to say no. I wasn’t that friendly with Dr Ahmed. He’s my new
orthodontist by the way. My former one was Dr Mahmoud – wonder where he went.
But this is my future, I said in my heart. This pink colour will stay forever
in my wedding pictures. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I tried to be brave, with my mouth wide
open since I still had a long wire lining on my upper teeth waiting to be
sealed with that rubbers, I raised my hand and waved it, “La’a”. It means no in
Arabic.</span></div>
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He looked confused. I added, “I don’t want pink. Can I have a dark
colour?”</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Now he understand. He replied, “Uh oh. You
want this?”, showing me bright blue. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“No”, I replied. Oh my god, I didn’t want
to be so fussy. But I said, “Maybe maroon?”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Hahahaha”, he laughed. Oh god, thank god
he laughed. It meant we weren’t really in a tense. He’s friendly anyway, he’s
not like what I thought about him. Now I liked him, my new orthodontist. How
could I ever think of him as a no-fun dentist? Bad me! And now I could be
fussy, perhaps? Hahaha.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Then he said, “Alright. I will put all
different colours on you and then you can choose”.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">See? Isn’t his wife so lucky? Must be so
cool having him as a shopping companion. Oh by the way, my old dentist also was
so cool too. Dr Mahmoud gave me a box of full of different colour of rubbers
for me to choose while he fixed my teeth. Yes on that bloody chair. So u can
imagine me lying down on the dental chair, opening my mouth while holding the
box up in the air thinking what colour to choose. Lol. Totally understand how
to deal with female patients. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So anyway, Dr Ahmed put a black rubber,
next to that bright pink and then an orange rubber. </span> He added, "You don't like pink? I think this pink's nice". Nayy, bad taste you Doctor. Just stay cool there and don't try to choose that pink again - you're gonna lose your coolness. Then he asked his assistant to bring me a
mirror for me to see my teeth on that.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Hmmm. So hard, I know. This couldn’t be
done in minutes. The image of my wedding dress appeared. Then the pelamin. Oh
god. Give me the whole day please? Hahaha #overacting</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Alright. “I want this”, showing the emerald
green rubbers in the box.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">“Hahahaha. This?”. God! He laughed again.
Now we’re friends! Hahaha. “Okay”.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So yes, emerald green for my 2-months
braces rubber. I like it, it isn’t that obvious but it won’t get stained
easily. Plus I couldn’t find any dental clinic here that can fix my braces. So,
let’s just play it safe.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Teeth update: My teeth moved. Slightly.
Only.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Sigh.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-47781993174856333712016-08-29T22:47:00.000+08:002016-08-30T22:16:06.660+08:00Bridal shower<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-US">I sensed something strange was happening around when
my cousin, Ina kept texting me even before I touched down to Malaysia from
Egypt. She needed the exact date on when I would be free and she said she
really needed to see me. Guys, Ina is someone who always has something going on
on her mind, she’s like the natural event planner. I knowwww. She did the same
during my other cousin’s wedding. And now, it’s my turn.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She would gather all of my friends, I didn’t know
since when. But one time, when she called me to ask me about tonight’s dinner,
she said, “Can you pass the phone to Ameerul?”. They talked for quite some time
then I asked Ameerul, “Are you planning a bridal shower for me?”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Ameerul be like, “Errr.. what’s that? No lah”.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Guys, it meant yes. I know my man.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He never succeeds on making any surprise on me. I
always got to know everything ahead.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">(He forgot my middle name, FBI)</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But I needed to know what’s going to happen tonight. I
said to him “I’m not going there tonight.” He said, “But we promised them”.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Okay. I told my Mak again, “Don’t feel like going
there tonight”. Mak really had no choice so she spilled all the secrets. Mak
and Ameerul warned me to not tell Ina about this hahaha. It was so funny seeing
how hard they tried to persuade me to join them. It was so funny. Okay guys, I
actually really wanted to go to the dinner. I just teased them okay, but I’d
never knew Mak and Ameerul were so afraid until they spilled all the secrets
hahaha. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So we promised to meet at 8 pm. I knew Shushy would be
there as well. And it was the first time Shushy and the other Dolls met my
cousins (Ina and Baby), so you can see now how diligent Ina was haha. Ameerul
picked me up at 8.30 pm and he said, “Please don’t let them know that I’ve told
you everything”. Babe, he can’t be a special force agent, failed! Haha.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">When I reached there, I sneaked through the door for
quite some time. And those people just didn’t realize. Oh god, look at them
playing with my balloons. Taking my crown and wore it. Posing some selfies with
my crown some more. So rude, no self control these people! Hahaha.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I entered the café silently and went straight to the
table. Yes, they were all so surprised hahaha. They really had no choice but to
just laugh! Failed, you guys. Now you know why I am the real FBI agent hahaha.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I made the entrance again and now we were all seated
just to find another surprise for me and Ameerul. Cakes, balloons and all.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">We just laughed and laughed until midnight. Shushy
slept over at my Mak’s house with me, it was so long since we both catch up
with each other’s stories.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "wingdings";"><span style="font-family: "wingdings"; text-align: start;">That night, it means a lot to me. I'm blessed. :)</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-52985422435388678392016-08-27T22:38:00.003+08:002016-08-28T13:21:33.408+08:00Feverish and flu<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span lang="EN-US">A week after I touch down to Malaysia, I feel
uneasy. My body aches here and there. My nose is running heavily (yuck). Don’t
mention my throat, ahhh so painful. Everything seems so hard to be swallowed. I
feel like there’s a huge stone that blocks my throat from everything. Oh yes,
don’t forget my best friends, ulcers who suddenly grow everywhere.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">My body temperature rises a little bit. I don’t really
have the appetite to eat now. Cause the more you eat, the more painful you get.
My ulcers really take a long time to heal.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Ulcers are normal for me. But having a fever, hmm… Not
really. I don’t usually have flu, fever or cough. That’s why I don’t keep any
cold medications. But Panadol is compulsory.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Ameerul is feverish as well now. When I call him, he
sounds so ill. I can tell that his nose is so full with snot hahaha. Euww. But
that’s how I am too. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He sent me off to the airport the other day on my way
back to Kelantan then he said, “We both are really meant for each other right?
When I sick, you also sick”.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Hahaha. Oh my god, what kind of a pick u line is this
early in the morning?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">And Shushy on the other note is so bored now, she
keeps texting me everyday telling me to get well again. Cause she’s afraid I
may look ugly on my wedding day if I keep being sick like this. She tried to
calm me down that it’s normal for the people who wants to get married to be
feverish. Really? Is she crazy or is it a true fact? She keeps complaining too that
I am so so skinny. I’m struggling now to gain some weight. And it’s really hard!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But it’s really true! I look so ugly now, cause I’m sick.
My face is so pale. My lips are dry. I look haggard. Shouldn’t I be glowing
right now? Hahaha.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I remember when I needed to catch an early morning
flight the other day, I really look bad. I asked Ameerul to get me a face mask.
Cause I really felt ugly. I kept sneezing every other minute too! And to make
it worst, I needed to sit next to a pregnant lady in the plane. Awhh, I felt so
bad she kept clutching her tummy, as if protecting her baby from my germs
hahaha. I slept with my shades on, with a tissue on my hand, with a Strepsils
in my mouth.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I take Chlorampheniramine (antihistamine – you can get
it OTC) for now, which is quite drowsy. I choose the drowsy med, so I can
sleep. And now I’m just the ugly-sleepyhead-sick lady.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">When will this ends?</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-81616521332170081062016-08-27T12:18:00.000+08:002016-08-27T22:33:55.644+08:00wedding cardAs I'm writing you this, I am 60 days prior to my wedding.<br />
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So,<br />
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Pelamin - checked<br />
Bridesmaids - checked<br />
Photographer - checked<br />
Henna booking - checked<br />
Cake - checked. (Oh, just my sister the bakery girl gonna do it)<br />
Catering & Canopy - mom probably has checked these<br />
Wedding card - just checked<br />
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Just checked?! Yea, 2 months before the wedding and I only rushed to look for a card designer, online to be specific. Lol. I had the whole plan in my head already about the card. I want it to be like this, like that, this colour, this design but I just had no time.<br />
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So now I'm done with the exams and okay, I surveyed this online. Thank god we have it all online now. Some refused to do it because they are afraid of not getting it done within the given time. I was quite frustrated cause there was this one site who got me all crazy over her designs but she won't take any orders anymore. Arghhh.<br />
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Can I just write the invitation on the piece of leaf or something? I'm inviting you guys sincerely okay but no printing company would take me anymore! Hahaha.<br />
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(Note to self: Last minute preparation isn't always good)<br />
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But thank god, I found another site which having much less the same design as the previous one. She told me to place the orders quickly, yeaaa I understand we are late! Okay, okay.<br />
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She works fast. I got the design of my card for my final evaluation in 2 days after I made the order.<br />
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All good, so she printed them.<br />
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Showed it to Ameerul, he said "Can't believe my name is there, finally (inserting love-eyed emoticon)".<br />
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Can't believe it too. You are not alone.<br />
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*inserting love-eyed emoticon too*Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-7957071989764524152016-08-26T19:08:00.000+08:002016-08-28T08:14:17.412+08:00choosing the dateWhoa I'd never really thought preparing for a wedding would be this huge of a headache. Choosing a date is already painful haha. Because the big issue here is I'm absent in my country, the place where the wedding would take place.<br />
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So everybody just have to wait for me to come back, of course. But apparently I am not the main issue here. It seems like everybody wants to go to my wedding, but they are going to get engaged with another things as well and we have to make a slight change on the tentative. Basically, me as a bride, my schedule doesn't really matter here haha.<br />
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I received a few request from relatives and friends to choose a proper date so everybody could attend. Well, of course I want everyone to come. Especially those close relatives and friends that are so dear to my life. One problem with me, sometimes I try to fulfill everything that people request from me, when actually I need to focus more on me, myself.<br />
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But I loveeeeee these people, I want them to come.<br />
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So, my last resort was to let my dad decided. Dad has this power that no one dares to defy. Dad made a discussion with Ameerul's parents and they have set a date! Easy!<br />
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Ameerul and I will just go with anything that our parents has decided. Speaking about wedding preparation, Ameerul is a simple guy (or lazy?). He'll just agree with anything, rarely complain, and so fast in running any errands. The only thing that he would disagree is, a pink colour outfit. He trusts my choices, I know! Of course, after I convince him about how good I am as an event planner (which he doesn't really buy but I still want what I've planned haha).<br />
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Oh my god. It's a really long journey for us. Even though we'd never had any slightest idea that we would get married this year, I think Allah has made is easy for us and everybody.<br />
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Hope this will last forever (despite of how I behave hahaha), In shaa Allah.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-13266485114047999142016-08-24T18:57:00.000+08:002016-08-27T22:40:01.748+08:00virtual preparationFor wedding receptions, we are all agreed to make one on my side this year, and one on his side next year. I'm truly happy with this decision. Cause it feels like you are getting married twice hahaha regardless with the same person, but never mind, still gonna love him next year though. Lol.<br />
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So I'm only focusing on the reception on my side which happen to be on the same day as my solemnization. I thought of making a solemnization at night, so that we could have a lot of free time in the morning to prepare for the reception in the afternoon. But dad says so, so okay. Hahaha.<br />
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To be honest, it is a major headache. Not as fun as you girls imagine it to be. Not gonna sugarcoat it - I'm going to be honest here. You got to deal with a lot or organizers just to confirm about a single thing, like henna. And my biggest weakness is that, I want to do everything by myself. Not that kind of a perfectionist or what, but I'd prefer to do it myself, so that I'm satisfied! Not that I don't trust anyone, but yeah I trust myself more hahaha.<br />
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Sometimes I would send lot of pictures about wedding dresses to my girls (Shushy and Syad, mostly) to ask them for their opinion, but really, I have this weakness to not listen/listen too much to what people say and end up being confused.<br />
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So, it's tiring. Someday, you just want to forget about all these things and wish that it's possible to hire someone that would think the same way as you do.<br />
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But thank god that I'm living in a developing-technology era that things just get easier now. I'm half way done with the preparations, just by WhatsApp. Easy. I'm not usually this simple, but then I realize I really have no choice but to make everything done before I get back to my country, one month before the real ceremony starts!<br />
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Which is also another headache.<br />
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My mom has this constant worries if we can't get anything ready before the date. Shushy keeps whatsapping me asking for update, she's worried sick.<br />
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I know this is not right. Preparing for a wedding is supposed to be fun.<br />
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I'm having fun here. Hahaha but I'm feeling the pressure too. Because I'm doing everything here alone, away from the place where I'm gonna get married at.<br />
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I talked about this to Ameerul's mom and she's being so positive that she said, "Not everyone go through what we go through. This is a new experience for you. A valuable experience".<br />
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She's right.<br />
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Who else having a summer training at the hospital watching people seeking for a medical treatment while thinking about the wedding dress that I still have no idea about hahaha.<br />
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Just one thing, please make me beautiful on that day, dear Allah.<br />
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Hahaha.<br />
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I'm serious.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06868761123717486606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063995485212854551.post-20658625290664234122016-08-23T22:19:00.000+08:002016-08-30T22:38:24.503+08:00engagementRight. I'm engaged. On 21 August 2015.<br />
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I'd never thought that I would coming back to Malaysia last summer break for an engagement of mine!<br />
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I mean, of course I realize I'll be graduating on 2017 (which means 27 year-really-old Qistina haha), like come on, I think I've told you that I dreamed of a wedding at a young age, simply because I wanted to see my children grow up. But I have to wait for me to graduate first.<br />
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But I know thing isn't going so well on me that I have no choice but to wait until I'm 27. And my partner (Ameerul) is also 27.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">It happened when my dad kept asking me “How about you
getting married next year?”. I said nothing. Sometimes I just nodded. Because
he repeatedly asking the same question to me. Or sometimes it went like, “Have
you tell Ameerul about you guys are getting married next year? Or “You’re going
to graduate with a degree and a grandchild for me”.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I don’t know if I have to agree or not with this,
cause I’d never plan anything ahead regarding a wedding in the nearest time except after my graduation. Okay, actually I started this first hahaha I
joked around telling him that how about next year would be my turn to get
married. I’d never know dad would take this seriously. I believe this is a huge
decision of his life; I know I’m his favorite child, so obvious. *smirk*</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So I told Ameerul about this, then </span>Ameerul conveyed this message to his parents few
days after that, surprisingly his mom responded, “Okay we are going to Kelantan
next week to merisik”.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">*speechless*</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">His mom always had this intention to make
this relationship official between me and his son. Not necessary to engage or
get married or something. Just parents-parents kind of thing with a ring and
all – basically to agree that our kids are seeing each other, let’s make it
official for them. She told me every time we met, I noticed. But everything is
up to my dad. If he agrees, then I agree. Right, must be so hard letting go his first precious daughter.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Plus our families know about us and Ameerul has met
our family several times and so do I. We’ve been together for more than 6 years
now. He’d been there in every moments of my life; graduation, working,
departure for my degree, wedding of my family members and all.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">And me, personally I’m still so surprise. It happens
so fast.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Truthfully, Ameerul and I hadn’t involved much in
this. His dad called my dad to discuss about this. My mom with his mom. Me and
Ameerul were more like mannequins here, all that we said was, “Are we
dreaming?” “This ceremony is about us, right?” – to double check with each
other hahaha.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So in a week, both families were prepared for this
merisik thingy. His mom texted me that she’s going to find a ring for me and
asked me about what kind of ring that I wanted. I said, anything. I don’t mind.
I was going to love whatever she has chosen, I said. So the ring was a
surprise, I didn’t get to see the ring till the merisik day. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">We didn’t prepare a ring for Ameerul, cause it’s only
merisik. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">And then on 21st August's morning,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">His family including Ameerul arrived and my other
relatives started to gather at my house, they were eating, chatting, resting
(cause they came all the way from Seremban via early morning flight). Then the
real ceremony started after Jumaat prayer.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Me? I was more like a headless chicken. Been here and
there, serving foods, most of the time doing dishes, serving foods again. You
know, things your mother-in-law would probably look into every daughter-in-law
hahaha.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">They seemed to have a very relaxing discussion at the
living hall, I heard people laugh sometimes, I could hear his father muttering
some words cause he’s being the spokesperson for the ceremony then my aunt
asked me to join them. I crouch down there politely and suddenly I became the
center of attention, my aunt whispered “They wanna know if you’re already
taken?”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“What?!” – I said in my heart.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This is funny okay. You know I’m always a drama queen
but this is beyond my ability, in front of my own family members some more
hahaha. So I said half shyly while spontaneously covering my face with a shawl
that I wore, “Not yet”. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">And all the uncles there cheered in a high pitched
voice and laughed (to celebrate me for still being single – at 25 year old I
would add hahaha).</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">They discussed a few things more then the only thing I
knew was his mum giving me a ring. It was beautiful, I swear. Love at the first
sight!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Then, we sat on a long chair, his mom shoved the ring gently into one of my
fingers. People surrounded us to take good pictures of us. I couldn’t describe
the feeling. Felt like dreaming. It’s true because I’d never imagine to come
back to Malaysia for my summer break to finally engaged. We didn’t plan
anything!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I thought we agreed on having an engagement next year,
just a couple of hours before solemnization. But my dad wanted to make things
easy for everyone, “Let’s just consider this as engagement. We want to make
things simpler”, he said. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">No, actually, dad wanted to make things simpler. Less is more. (Dad's first law)</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But everyone agreed, to my surprise. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Because, 1) If I knew this would be an engagement, I
swear I would dress nicely. 2) I would definitely dress nicely! 3) I hate the
outfit that I wore on that day. Sometimes, I wonder just how stupid I can be?
Hahaha.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But I know Ameerul was so relieved. Speaking of him,
he was there. He was joining the conversation all along and acting like a
matured man. He barely looking at me (he insisted he played a professional
here, but I think he was playing safe) and we didn’t really talk to each other.
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<span lang="EN-US">Truthfully, I didn’t really know every bits of matters
of discussion cause I barely presented there. I knew this from Ameerul, who sat
next to his father and once everyone agreed with the decision, he shook
everyone’s hands. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Right. My fiancé”, I said to myself.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">We send them back to the airport for a late night
flight back to Kuala Lumpur.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I came back to home, lying down on my bed, just
staring at my ring. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Still felt like a dream.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Then I said to myself, "Wait, I'm getting married next year? I haven't get my teeth done yet! Omagod!"</span></div>
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