tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48987472004816767032024-03-14T15:05:48.064+01:00Musing of An Eternal Dreamer28-year-old mummy to an amazing 1-year-old baby Anggun who I secretly believes favor her daddy more than me but of course, I won't admit that to him. Entrepreneur, environmental scientist, go-getter.jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.comBlogger251125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-7291850090740586892015-11-09T03:49:00.001+01:002015-11-09T03:50:58.401+01:00Parenting No-NoAnggun pointed to a framed picture on the wall and happily exclaimed, "No-nel!" (translation: McDonald's)<br />
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I looked the direction she was pointing in. And realized it was actually the Almighty's name, Allah.<br />
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On one hand, I am impressed by the cognitive skills she displayed, being able to recognize the curvy M shape, even when it is upside down. On the other hand, I feel like I might have failed as a Muslim parent. God forgive me.jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-78583559656544846232015-11-06T02:42:00.000+01:002015-11-06T02:42:37.695+01:00Boss, I Quit My Job!So I have tendered my resignation. The 3-month probation period has started and a week in, it already feels like it's winding down a long, polarizing road.<br />
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One minute I'll be like so composed and sure of this decision, like I can see the light and the rainbow at the end of the tunnel, the elf with the pots of gold waving frantically at me, and the next I'll be like 'shit, what had I done?! Can I take back my letter, I want to plead insanity at the time I sent it in, pleaseeee let me retract it!'<br />
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And when employee submits in his resignation letter, my company seems to adopt this policy: This too shall pass. They will act like nothing happened! No acknowledgement e-mail, talk or letter until two weeks before the last day. So it feels like I am walking around with a giant pink elephant on ym back that everyone can see but just chooses to ignore. Awkward much.<br />
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When the HOD of another department asked me about this one day in the presence of everyone else, I was like "THANK GOD YOU ASKED!". There, there.<br />
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Scared as hell right now, but I know I need to do this. Maybe it's good to push myself out of the comfort zone, so that I will not be living in retention, so that I will hustle more. I pray to God that this will work out for the best - I am forever thankful though for a very supportive mother and husband. Ok I'm gonna go cry now.<br />
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<br />jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-86954510636602828342015-10-16T08:07:00.000+02:002015-10-16T08:07:12.136+02:00'Filthy' RichThere's nothing wrong with aspiring to be rich. I always wonder why being rich was linguistically associated with the word 'filthy'. The majority of the society still associates the rich as crooks. The word 'capitalism' brings about many negative connotations with it; consumerism, greed, vanity, oppression, etc.<br />
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I am not ashamed to say that I want to be rich. I want to be so filthy rich that I can be financially free. So that I can live life on my own terms; I can choose to work on things or projects that excite me, I can choose the kind of people that I am inspired to work with and I can choose where and how I want to get things done. I do not want my life to be restricted by anything worldly; I do not want my zest for living to be watered down by the balance of my bank accounts, by the decision of a few people on whether to allow me to go on a 6-month vacation to a remote island somewhere just because they write me the paycheck every month.<br />
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Recently I came a cross statuses on Facebook of a friend of a friend of a friend (you know how Facebook works) who shared her view on the importance of shielding younger kids from the evil claws of materialism and consumerism. To a certain degree, I agree with her. Kids should be taught to become inventors instead of becoming the hollowed out souls, addicted to the latest gizmos and outwardly appearances, paid for by their parents. But ultimately, we cannot break away from the system put in place by capitalists. and they say, if we cannot beat the system, then work with the system.<br />
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Personally I feel that the evil in the world is not capitalism and consumerism, it's ignorance. We are not taught in our formal education on how to advance ourselves financially in the real world, our education system teaches us knowledge that for the most part will be disposable, ready to be retrieved at the tip of our finger via the internet. Our education system teaches us to be good employers; get good grades in order to find good jobs. And after that we make our decisions based on what is expected of us; stay in a the good job, work hard to get promoted to buy a bigger house and faster car, and then drive that car to work to pay the installment for the car. It's a rat race and once we realize it, we are in too deep.<br />
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If we are not taught to be wise with our money, and we do not take it upon ourselves to learn, is it anyone else's fault that we stay in a rut forever? Most of the people I know are not aware of the basic numbers in good financial management; the percentage of your monthly salary that should go into car loan repayment. Most new graduates spend more than 30% on their monthly car installment and think that it is ok.<br />
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Let me not preach as I am in no position to do so but this post, I hope will serve as a call to all of us including me, to take the initiative to enrich ourselves in financial knowledge. We owe it to ourselves. I think it should be made compulsory for kids to read books on financial management, so that whatever it is they aspire to be, whether a musician, a carpenter, a coder or a gardener, they will have the freedom to do so, not having to make the choice between pursuing their dreams or working for a paycheck.<br />
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On that note, I have resigned from my current company! Not to do my business full-time as it is in no shape to support the family financially yet, but to take on another job that inspire me. To be honest, I wouldn't have taken up this job had I not won the RM30k cash. It is a major leap and I don't know whether I will regret this decision or not; only one way to find out.<br />
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<br />jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-11908725091591628262015-09-30T08:46:00.003+02:002015-09-30T08:46:35.563+02:00Finally..And so I feel asleep during the prize giving ceremony. Yup.<br />
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<br />jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-35731078735012327082015-09-23T07:10:00.002+02:002015-09-23T07:10:40.610+02:00Just Some Snafu Along The Way<div class="tr_bq">
So here's what I posted on my Instagram last night:</div>
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You might have came up with THE ultimate plan that you know is going to work, but then life throws you a curveball and all your plans just went out of the window.<br />Received a not so great news this evening. I was supposed to be one of the four finalists in the running to win a huge amount of cash to pursue our dream job. This competition is ran by a renowned local bank. The finalist announcement was made 2 weeks ago and the prize giving ceremony is due this Friday.<br />But then I was informed today that there have been a bit of a mix up in the calculation of the scores so the finalists are not final. I might be one of the finalist or just a winner of the consolidation prize. They can't tell. I will only find out this Friday.<br />Naturally I am suuuuper upset since I've already been so psyhed over the news for the past 2 weeks and just 2 days before the ceremony they are telling there has been a mistake??? This can't be legal hahaha.<br />But after some time to let the news sink and after discussing it over with my bff a.k.a the husband (more like him trying to calm me down) I realize that ultimately, God has His plans.<br />Either we win or not, we're still going to push through with ArmCandy. That might mean we need to scrap the initial plan and make new plans but that's life. If you want to succeed you need to embrace what life offers you and adapt to the situation.<br />This might be the longest post I've ever written! But yeah, needed to get this out of my system before I can get some shut-eye. I hope you guys are pursuing your dreams too no matter how impossible it might seem now! We can do this<img alt="💪" goomoji="1f4aa" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f4aa" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /><img alt="💪" goomoji="1f4aa" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f4aa" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /><img alt="💪" goomoji="1f4aa" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f4aa" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /> Good night!<img alt="💕" goomoji="1f495" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f495" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /></blockquote>
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And got some word of encouragement from a friend and another one from a stranger. That feels good. So yes, change of plan; I'm just gonna go on this Friday, rocking my executive boho outift, with head held high and all smiles, looking forward to getting to know everyone that I've known virtually, whatever the results are, I'm just gonna leave it up to God. This is something beyond my control apart from making doas.<br />
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Now it's an open game so I'm back to being happy and a wee bit hopeful :)jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-95100580625436592015-09-15T05:59:00.003+02:002015-09-16T05:38:06.542+02:00The Next Phase of ArmCandyI have decided to write again.<br />
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I've heard this coming from myself countless of times - felt the fire burning deep within my soul only to have it slowly die out... of laziness, of life getting in the way.<br />
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So what made me decide to write again? The prospect of winning RM50k.<br />
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Many moons ago, while I was swamped with deadlines at work, I ventured into the familiar haven of random clips and videos called Youtube (you should check it out sometimes), in hopes to find a cute animal video or the latest Ryan Gosling interview on Ellen to provide some respite from the work stress. You know that annoying ad that YouTube made you sit through before you can get to watch your intended clip of choice? Well, on that day, I watched the ad until the end without clicking 'Skip ad'.<br />
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It was a promotional ad by AmBank, featuring random people on the streets being questioned on what is their dream job and what is stopping them from living their true potential. You can already guess the answer to the latter question; it was a unanimous answer – money. Most of us fear that our dream job will not be able to sustain our survival financially.<br />
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So the ad went on, asking them, if they would live out their potential if they were given RM50,000 in cold, hard, cash. Interesting proposition. Interesting enough that made me click on the link provided in the clip. So the deal is simple – you have to put into writing what your dream job is, and subsequently what you will do with the money, to be in the running of actually winning the money. Really? That simple? I posted my entry on the day itself!<br />
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Apart from that, you need to have as many people like your post, so from that day on, I started to pester everyone I know to register on TRUE by Ambank platform and vote for my idea. It was enlightening to see which of my friends actually agreed to go through the trouble of registering an account to vote for me. These friends who think that my dream is worth 5 minutes of their life – I will remember them for life! Some of them I don’t even expect to actually vote - just thinking of these people makes me want to cry, seriously! I love you guys! *virtual hugs*<br />
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When the contest period ended, I checked TRUE website every day for an update on the winners. And then two months passed, still nothing. Three months turned into four months. I still checked the site occasionally but less obsessively for the winner updates and more for the informative posts and discussions being hosted on TRUE website. And then on the fifth month after the contest ended, I got an e-mail that made me bawled my eyes out crying. While driving. I had to pull over at the roadside to regain my composure. Drama much? Well, let me explain.<br />
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It has been an emotional day for me - I was at my part-time job at a tech start-up company, ensuring that the first campaign I organized for them was running smoothly when there was a bit of a setback that ruined an otherwise perfect but hectic day. I had been running around the whole day and at that time I was driving, sending the delivery package to a famous Instagrammer. The runner intended for the job bailed because the Instagrammer changed her address at the very last minute and traffic in the area at that time is known to be unforgiving.<br />
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The e-mail received at the end of that seemingly long day was from an Ambank representative, informing that I have been chosen as the final four for the contest, and asking whether that I will be able to attend the prize-giving ceremony. Ok...so Ambank is giving away at least RM10k to me, by hook or by crook, I will make myself available on that day! Just name the time and place!<br />
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So far, I do not know for sure who the other finalists are, but I have an inkling on who they might be, and I think each of them is deserving of the grand prize. I think one the finalist would be the girl who spends her free time teaching underprivileged kids for free! My selfish, capitalist aspiration, against that? You gotta be kidding me! ;p<br />
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The event is scheduled to take place in the next 10 days. The grand prize will be RM50k, followed by RM30k, RM20k and RM10k respectively – such amount that I can only dream of before this. I figure it will be good to start documenting my entrepreneurial journey from this moment on as it will be a crazy amazing ride. It has been amazing so far, through all the lessons learnt for the past year since I started to take my business seriously.<br />
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I know that with continuous hard work and persistence I will drive my brand ArmCandy to where I want it to be eventually – maybe in the next 6-7 years. But with the capital injection from the winning prize, the process can be tremendously speed up. I hope that <i>rezeki</i> is on my side in winning the grand prize, but the other amounts will be just as good if I spend it on the crucial things that will bring the most impact towards the brand.<br />
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The voices in my head are already screaming for me to go on a crazy shopping spree! But the entrepreneur in me, the prudent and boring side, will keep the other side in check, no worries. Ok la, maybe RM200 to shop, why not. Hehe.<br />
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In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful, here's to the next phase of ArmCandy!<br />
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jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-50371563332293193552015-08-01T17:12:00.000+02:002015-08-01T17:12:48.887+02:00FreelancingThe baby's fast asleep after only taking a one-hour nap during the day, so I really should make use of this free time I have on my hands but as always, procrastination kicks in. One click after another click through the evil links, pulling me down into the labyrinth of the world wide web...oh how I miss having all the time in the world to just indulge in this. 8 years ago, days were spent just getting lost in catching up on the latest viral news and internet memes. How time flies.<br />
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Hello long lost lover.jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-16084252694468755792015-06-16T09:56:00.003+02:002015-06-16T09:56:34.736+02:00Social Media Influencer<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 8.5pt; margin-right: 8.5pt; margin-top: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you think that Instagram is only
good for posting pictures of selfies/wefies and food, think again. The good
majority of Instagram users use it to document what they see and where they go.
If you are on Instagram, you are likely to find yourself scrolling through a
newsfeed peppered with the obligatory selfies, wefies in a chic café with
Instagram-worthy interior, photos of beaches or other exotic vacation
destinations and cats. But to some users, Instagram is much more than a
pictorial blog.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For an app that still has not
figured out a way to be profitable after being bought by Facebook for USD1
billion back in 2012, Instagram is a gold mine for certain users. These
Instagrammers, who have managed to crack the code on the treasure map, are
making big bucks by just being on Instagram. Backed by a sizeable number of
followers, these Instafamous (as they are sometimes referred to) have both
budding start-ups and giant brands swarming to them like bees. They are
showered with free gifts and on top of that, oftentimes paid to be seen in the
ephemeral Instagram’s newsfeed with the latest product. This is product
endorsement, refined to fit the Instagram age.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Understandably, many actors and
singers offer product review services on their Instagram page, charging
anywhere between RM300 and up to RM1,500 per Instagram post, depending on the
number of followers under their command. The terms and conditions may vary from
one celebrity to another – some celebrities do not even bother to come up with
their own caption; they expect it to be provided by the people who contracted
them and they shall just copy-and-paste it verbatim into their post. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You can expect to pay almost double
the normal rate if you want them to take pictures with your products, instead
of just posting a screenshot of your Instagram page in their Instagram feed. In
certain cases, extra charge will also be imposed for posts during peak hours or
weekends. And do not think that the post will exist through eternity once it is
posted out – to de-clutter their Instagram feed, certain celebrities will
delete your post within 24 hours. If you are lucky, you might get two to three
days. And good luck with the A-listers – chances are, they already have a long
queue of reviews pending – if you want to jump queue, you have to be willing to
pay more. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Taking the rough average of RM500
charged per post, if the celebrity does a minimum of three reviews per day, in
two days that’ll equal to a month’s worth salary for the majority of us!
Malaysia’s sweetheart Nora Danish, who goes by the handle @noradanish, charges
RM1,500 per review, justified by a strong backing of close to 2 million
followers behind her. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Easy money, you say? Well yes, if
you have a flair for taking visually pleasing photos in square format.
Instagram does not discriminate – gone were the days when the 'celebrity'
status is only limited to the elites of show business. In the Instagram age,
anybody can be a celebrity in their own rights – it can be me and it can be you,
if you are not one already! These special breed of Instafamous comes a wide
range of background; some started out as bloggers, some are famous Youtubers,
some are just famous because they maintain an interesting Instagram content. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One user, going by the handle
@faizdickievp, is famous for his humorous Instagram posts, and now has more
than 400k followers. At the time of writing, he charges RM200 per review, which
he seamlessly weaves into his trademark comic antics. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Majority of the young Instafamous
are students, with followers between 10k to up to 100k. These group normally
accept free gifts and sometimes also impose charge of between RM20 to RM200 per
Instagram post. That’s good extra pocket money as a student, considering that
the only costs incurred are a smartphone and some spare time!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With the numbers of online shops
mushrooming every day, these Instafamous have their post box flooded with free
gifts, all waiting to be featured as part of the OOTD (OOTD = Outfit Of The
Day; keep up, grandpa) post by these celebutantes. Consider that as killing two
birds with one stone – cash in while feeding one's vanity.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There’s no denying how powerful the
spell that social media has us under. It should come as no surprise that
companies dedicated to managing these Social Media Influencers, as they are
aptly called, start to emerge. Among the pioneers are ParanormalMY and Gushcloud.
Lauded as the future of digital marketing, these companies help brands reach
their target audience more effectively. In the age of smartphones, where brands
are trying to ram their products down everyone’s throats at every chance and
corner, an endorsement from a peer, effortlessly integrated into a nonchalant
Instagram post, will more likely grab your attention.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At the end of the day, it is a
win-win situation for all parties involved; the Instafamous are happy to get
paid in cash and gifts, while the brands get to reach new set of potential
customers at a minimal budget compared to other marketing channel. At the
current rate, it doesn't look like the trend is slowing down anytime soon. The
Instagram era shall continue to reign for now. Perhaps, there is still enough
room for you and me to jump on the bandwagon and claim our share of the
Instafamous perks. Time to brush up on some photo composition skill!</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-9378913043089377452015-05-11T09:16:00.001+02:002015-05-11T09:16:52.727+02:00Caffein-high RantingI can't write. I have been trying. But these practicalities around me has been pushing my being inwards until I am just a crumpled remains of what I once was, of what I aspire to be, but having missed the window of opportunities to shine, the idea of who I want to become has ceased to exist.<br />
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I have been waiting for a giant sign. To tell me that everything will be just okay in the end if I dive headfirst, but when I pressed on, nobody steps forward to guarantee that I won't smash my head on the rocks, cracking my skull open, that I won't drown, pulled into the abyss of unknown.<br />
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People talk and talk like they have lived a thousand years. It takes up all the energy stored up in every cell of my being to just smile and not scream profanities at these people. These people who have never left the comfort of their middle class life, who went to bed everyday with their partner that they have long fallen out of love with, whose sense of wonder has been stunted by the mediocrity of the life they have chosen.<br />
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I want to run away with the lover of my life, and our lovechild to someplace where only the three of us exists, where we can live wihtout the constraint of others' expectations of us. Where we can bathe in the warmth of the sun, with sand beneath our feet, and adventure spread before us.<br />
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I hate the tone that this piece of writing is going. It sounds too negative, no?<br />
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They say it's never too late to start over - I believe that. Do I?<br />
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I think I need to move forward faster, before the life, as others imagined and willed for us to live, engulfed us, like smoke, until we become programmed robots, dejected and settled, having forgotten the Utopian life that once seemed possible, like Winston and Julia in Orwell's 1984.<br />
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I want to be able to look into my daughter's eyes and tell her that she can be whatever she dreams of, with conviction.jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-32268011632513910822013-07-26T05:35:00.001+02:002013-07-26T05:40:44.242+02:00The Exit (raw first draft)<br />
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Sometimes he wonders what constitutes as being alive. The ability to breathe? Is that it? He heaved a heavy sigh of relief, as if trying to will all of his worries away but it only served to remind him of the pain that he has been carrying in his chest; the sharp slash he felt just to the left of his abdomen. The part of the pain which is physical, he can endure. He knows that something is going really wrong inside his body, he doesn't need a doctor to tell him that. Despite relentless prodding by his wife and son, he just could not bring himself to get himself properly checked. Desperate that all of their pleading seem to fall on his deaf ears, they had accused him of being selfish, in hope that that will get him to see the doctor. Didn't work. </div>
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But it hurt, their accusation of him being selfish. Selfish. He lets out a dry chuckle. If only they realise that the only reason of him not taking their advice is the opposite of being selfish. But they do not need to know that. It is enough that he knows that they do not actually mean what they said, it was just a desperate attempt to help him. He knows that. But it doesn't make it less hurtful.</div>
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Even if time is not in his favour, even if he cannot make right of all the wrongs that he had made in his life, it comforts him to know that he had once been truly happy. Not that he is not happy now, he thinks he is, he has his wife and son that he loves so much, that he would do anything for, but knowing that his wife is not happy, that he can not do anything to make her happy, makes him feel powerless. Hopeless. </div>
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How did he end up here? In the hospital, with tubes inside his arm and machine hooked up to his body. One moment he was being his old defensive self, not wanting to go visit the doctor. But there was something in the way she looked at him just now that he had never seen before. She was afraid, as if she had seen a ghost. So he relented. He let her call the neighbour to take him to the hospital. And then everything happened so fast.</div>
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Lying on the bed, he saw the world in a different perspective. He saw his wife standing over him, crying, his son beside her void of any expression, people in white uniforms swooshing by, the white ceiling and walls which has been a witness to many ends. How sad and how beautiful, he thought. And then he notices that space is getting smaller and smaller, like the ceiling and the walls come closing on him, he is getting claustrophobic, he wants to get up but something seems to keep him rooted to the bed. Is this the effect of the medication they gave him? What is happening?</div>
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He can feel that his time is running up fast. He needs to talk to his wife. He needs to talk to her now. He opens his mouth but he could not make any tangible sentence. His wife who is witting on the chair beside his bed took his hand, her quiet cries begin to turn into uncontrollable sobs. He needs to tell her that he loves her, because there is not much time left, he is aware of that, that he is sorry that their life does not turn out the way they have imagined as young, smitten lovers, that he is sorry he could not make the business work as he had planned even though he has tried, God knows he has tried his very best, that he is sorry he took her from the other guy some 20 year ago, who might have been able to provide her a better life than what he had, that he is thankful for all the happy times they have shared together, though he wished he would have spent less time working back then and took her and their son more on holidays when his business was going great, when he had the means to do so but no, he kept on working, working harder everyday, being away from home, in hopes to provide them more, more than he ever had when he was younger; he is sorry that he has to leave them both now, but it is better that he goes like this than holds on while draining up their life savings on his medical bills, he does not want to be a burden to his family, he has failed them once, but not anymore, he hopes his life insurance and the house that and his car would be enough to help them through until they find their footing back, starting a new life without him, she should definitely find someone else who can take care of her and love her perhaps even more than he ever did, he is sorry and thankful for everything and that he loves them dearly, but why does the words are not coming out? Frustration takes over him and the guttural moans he makes turn into a howling cry, he pulls his wife's hands which are tightly clasped onto his right palm and a gnawed at it, hoping he can somehow communicate to her all the things, the final things that he wants to say..</div>
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He felt his bed was being pushed into a close door, a door which he knows he would never get out from again, his wife and son's faces are getting further and further, a sense of urgency in the people scuttling around him but he feels a strange sense of calmness..he makes a final prayer, hoping He would ease his exit...</div>
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Watching this movie gave me the same feeling I got watching Blue Valentine. Everything just comes together perfectly in this movie; the multi-layered characters in which the actors do not act the character but instead just become the characters, the plot which eerily resembles the way real life tend to sneak up on you to steer you away from the typical Hollywood happy-endings...<br />
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It's so good but so hauntingly real that I cannot bring myself to watch the movie again. Even how much I wanted to (...see Ryan Gosling's perfect abs). This movie gives you the goosebumps that linger around even after the movie is over.<br />
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That's two gold stars in a row, Derek, I can't wait for the third.jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-49923112662978860442013-07-22T18:49:00.000+02:002013-07-22T18:49:07.576+02:00HomageForgive me,<br />
For my lack of courage;<br />
that I failed to reach out.<br />
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For not knowing any better - for being downright foolish;<br />
Drowned in my own askew, self-conceited worries.<br />
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For never being present;<br />
Neither in flesh, nor in spirit.<br />
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Forgive me,<br />
for not doing more,<br />
for doing nothing at all.<br />
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For not being able to grasp,<br />
the meaning of responsibility and sacrifice,<br />
and ultimately, the meaning of,<br />
unconditional love.<br />
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Forgive me,<br />
for realising everything,<br />
a tad too late.<br />
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With love, respect, longing,<br />
Yours truly.<br />
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<br />jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-53795918370244381592013-05-21T17:41:00.003+02:002013-05-23T16:18:03.273+02:00Why I Am Not A Fan of Domestic Cats<span style="font-size: large;">Once during lunch time, I was scrolling through my Twitter's timeline and some random people I followed tweeted this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"The saddest part about Malaysia is all the stray animals :'(" (I am still confused with that particular emoticon, is that a tear drop or snot on the smiley's face?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My instant reaction was, "Really? You really think that the <i>saddest</i> part of Malaysia is the homeless cats and dogs, when there are kids living on the streets, exposed to all sorts of unimaginable danger, like being forced into prostitution or being sold to human trafficking syndicate? It <i>is</i> sad, but it's definitely not the saddest; be careful next time with the use of superlative, aight?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And lo and behold, as I looked up from my phone, I was met with death stares by 4 pairs of eyes. I didn't realise that I has just opened the Pandora box. I was bombarded by all sorts of pro-feline arguments afterwards at which point I had tuned myself out (because it felt like they were talking in an exclusive language of which only feline lovers can understand; I mean how do you get your brain to understand the logic of a homeless cat being sadder than a homeless kid?) and mentally created the list of 'Why I Am Not A Fan Of Domestic Cats':</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1) Cats are so vain and such attention-seekers. They like to be Instagram-ed, that's why they do the shit they do, because they know their human companion is just around the corner with handphone ready in hand to snap their latest, cutest pose. Please, we have our fellow Selfie-ers on Instagram for that; unlike cats, the Selfie-ers do not pretend to not care of the camera pointed their way. From the expression on their face, to the angle of capture, to the direction of the natural lighting, we know that everything is intentional; we know that the picture we are looking at, the final product, is at least their third attempt, and we respect that, respect all the effort that goes into it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2) Cats drain up mobile internet quota. Have you ever waited forever for your Instagram to load on your phone only to find out that the first page has five consecutive photos of the same freaking cat within a time frame of 10-mitues doing some stupid thing involving a plastic bag, a basket, a plush toy, a door and a box? Non-feline-fans, I feel you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3) Cat lovers can be very fanatic in their affection towards these hairy little creatures with the kind of enthusiasm, surpassed only by the ultra-devoted Bieber's fans. Calm down, people. There's enough cats in the world for each and single one of you cat lovers, perhaps even 20 or more</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">4) Because big cats are way more awesome, they roar, like a BAWS, not purr, like Bieber.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh man, I know I am so going to be chastised for this. If the friends at my workplace ever found this blog, I might have to start having lunch alone everyday.</span><br />
<br />jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-45494176974702215242013-05-21T16:17:00.002+02:002013-05-21T16:17:46.518+02:00What WAS The Paradox Anyway?So I have made (yet another) a vow to resume my senseless ranting here, in this little space tucked in the virtual corner of nobody-gives-a-shit, in hopes to retain my writing-sanity. We'll see how long this one lasts.<br />
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Writing too much of the same boring thing at work is starting to get to me, so I figure a place to unload all this streaming diarrhoea of words which are work-unrelated and totally self-indulgent would be cleansing, sort of like a mind detox.<br />
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Thank God the internet connection is back in this household. It's no Unifi (thanks to the management for not getting the cable installed into the building before the tenants started to come in), but it'll do. For now.<br />
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However as I am writing this sort-of a comeback post, there's two things that leave a slightly unsettling feeling in my stomach:<br />
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#1 What in the hell's name is a girl's paradox?<br />
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#2 I'm too lazy to create a new blog despite #1.<br />
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#1 is bothering me because what was the paradox anyway? What, am I a female trapped in a male's body? Which raises the doubt if I actually had really grasped the concept of a paradox after all at the time I came up with the name or was I just trying to be a try-hard, kind of like hipsters who like to quote lines from indie films that no one actually gets?<br />
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Which brings me to problem #2 which is not a problem but an internal obstacle that can or may be crossed with a little wee bit more willpower than what I possess now. But that can be justified by 'selective laziness' (which is the good kind of lazy, yes there's also the bad one; only those who are truly efficient be it in time management and/or energy conservation are familiar with this concept), is what I choose to call it.<br />
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I recalled something that a friend of mine told me some time last week. He asked me how come I appear to be so happy everyday?<br />
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What?<br />
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I beg to differ. I am not. I am the dark, cynical Max in '2 Broke Girls', not the chirpy, optimistic blonde Caroline (despite what my husband maintains; he thinks I am more like Caroline than Max, pffft). I am the erratic Julia Robert in My Best Friend's Wedding, not the miss-sunshine Cameron Diaz.<br />
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Life's just way funnier (read: less depressing) when seen through the eyes of a cynic.<br />
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P.S: I still can't come up with the paradox. <br />
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P.S.S: Who am I kidding, I am definitely more of a Caroline than Max. There.jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-10082548594270206522012-11-10T06:04:00.003+01:002012-11-10T06:04:53.227+01:00Less than a month to the wedding......and I just got the checklist now. Time management fail! <br />
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But to be fair, we were caught up with a lot of things at once, falsely believing that we have superpowers. Wrong.<br />
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But nothing could beat the feeling of joy, bliss, relief flooding through the moment we were pronounced as husband and wife. Everything is worth that moment onwards. <br />
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Just when I'm getting busy to materialize this wedding, my laptop broke. How convenient is Murphy's Law now heh? I hate you Murphy, I really do. <br />
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So anyways, I'm stuck here in the office on a Saturday, planning the wedding while finishing of work that comes with impossible deadlines (but mostly just surfing Pinterest for wedding ideas, work can wait) while waiting for my man to finish work and arrive later today in KL. Living the life, huh? Very much.<br />
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1) Balloons<br />
The people here at Delon Balloons (<span style="color: #009933;"><a href="http://www.delonballoons.com/">www.<b>delonballoons.com</b>/</a></span>) have the best job ever! They have such fun job that they even work all week long! We visited them last Sunday and they were all smiles! No wonder there, who wouldn't want to work with balloons. If you like the idea of having balloons at your wedding, you would go berserk once you are in the shop. They have all kind of imaginable balloons! The price for balloon printing is very affordable, I was surprised myself when I found out about it. Sent the design last week, and yesterday they called to say the balloons were ready. Both their branches are based in Johor, one in Skudai and one in Kulaijaya. They offer courier service but I prefer of picking them up myself because I've got my eyes on more things in their shop to buy =D<br />
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Helium. A helium-filled balloon can only last for 8-10 hours so I have to source it somewhere nearer. A friend of my mom has a friend who supplied helium. So settled. To tell you the truth, I can't wait to swallow some helium and try out that squeaky voice thing! It would be fun!<br />
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2) Horse<br />
Booked. Together with the decoration it costs Rm100. Haven't told the guy that I wanted his horse to wear a horn. With the embellishment that the horse is going to wear on the day, what's a horn on his head? Dear God, forgive me if that is considered as animal abuse.<br />
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(Of all the things on my list, these 2 get top priority. Just goes to show how messed up my prioritization is.)<br />
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3) Doorgift box<br />
Someone I've worked with before in screenprinting did the design for a personalized giftbox and I am so stoked to see the result! Feel like putting it here now but it would take out the surprise no? Hint : We use our thumbprints to create a heart-shape; an idea I stole somewhere on the net hihi. But the guy who did the design is soooo talented, he did what I wanted and added extra detail that makes the box fits for a Malay wedding doorgift. <br />
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4) Dress<br />
Can we skip this part because I want to cry now. I have no baju! Going to Medan Mara to find tailor today.<br />
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5) Candy Buffett<br />
Found a halal marshmallow provider. She even has a halal certificate and all. A friend has agreed to help do the decoration.<br />
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6) Hall decoration<br />
Would be bravely undertaken by yours truly. Godspeed. Pinwheels, doilies, ribbons, shells, and whatnots. Which reminds me I have to go buy stuff at the craftstore now. Before the husband arrives.<br />
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There'a actually another 12 items on the list. Will add them later!<br />
jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-21972774949986433542012-10-11T17:55:00.002+02:002012-11-10T05:38:20.012+01:00Bride on a Budget Yes, as cheapo as that title might sound. No rampant wedding shopping spree as the heart pleases as we will make big financial commitment in the near future.<br />
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But we had real fun in the process and I think that's what's most important. No matter how much money you have to splurge on your wedding, if you didn't take the time to enjoy the experience, and instead stress on every littlest detail, it won't be a great memory to carry with.<br />
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So anyways. Here's the breakdown of what has been done up until now.<br />
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1) Solemnization<br />
So far I think we have everything covered. Borang nikah for both sides have been finalized, FINALLY, THANK GOD! Now we can get married. When the personnel at the religious office asked me to go see the ustazah to certify all the forms I brought, he told my mom that I shall go inside alone. Towards the end of our interview, of which she asked why get married in Kulim when my IC stated Alor Setar etc, the ustazah asked me, "Do you really want to get married on your own will, this is not forced right?" Then it made sense why I had to go in alone. I just wanted to scream "Yes, I DO I DO wanna get married to this guy!" Gatal. Hihi.<br />
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Advice numero uno, arrange HIV appointment way beforehand as most health clinics can only issue a result for up until 3 weeks. That, or you have to wait up to a month to get an appointment. I did mine at Klinik Kesihatan Bangi. Booked an appointment 3 weeks beforehand but the process took overall 10 minutes and I got the results within an hour. Talasemia is an optional test; Fudhail did his HIV test in Kangar, where they took one bloody vial of blood to carry out both test. I opted out because in Bangi, you have to be poked once for each test. Fudhail's already tested negative for talasemia so nahhh..<br />
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2) Details for Majlis Nikah<br />
Pelamin (dais), hiasan katil, hiasan hantaran, extra beading for the dress, make-up, veil + tudung, bouquet of flower, all of these will be provided by a friend of my aunt. I like the make-up she did, not too heavy on the shading, kinda natural as far as a bride is allowed to look natural. Everything costed about RM800 and although I would have gladly forfeited the katil pengantin deco, my mom reasoned that it was for photography purposes, to put all the hantarans, not for us to sleep anyway. Ok noted.<br />
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3) Wedding Rings<br />
We bought both our rings at My Diamond. Habib was way over our budget. A classic cut diamond ring with just one diamond costs about RM3k. Seteress. I actually went to My Diamond with my mom first, and the first ring that really caught my eyes, she disagreed with, saying that it's too fancy to be a wedding ring, not like your usual conventional wedding ring.<br />
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When I went back with Fudhail, I asked him to pick the one he likes to see me wear, without showing my preference just so not to influence his choice and lo and behold, his first pick was the one I had my eyes on! I knew that we had found the ring! Problem then was my mom. But we bought it anyway, sorry mom. I believe it'll grow on her some day, no worries. The diamond is brilliant cut, with detailing in rose gold. So excited to wear it everyday forever for as long as I live!<br />
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We bought the groom's ring there too; cincin suasa, an alloy made up of gold, silver and copper with its gold percentage less than both silver and copper combined, making it Ok for our Muslim husbands to wear it. Both rings costed us about RM2k. On top of that, we got rebate RM250 some more, yay to us thrifty bride/groom!<br />
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4) Photographer<br />
As I insisted on having our days commemorated in videos, edited and all, this is one area that I could have but didn't feel like trimming. The cost for covering both nikah and reception events in photos would be around RM1800. Together with cinematography, the package costs RM3400.<br />
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5) Invitation card<br />
We went to Gedung Kad Kahwin, in Kompleks Puchong Perdana. They have batshit crazy deal! For instance, RM580 for 1000 pieces cards, 2 free banners, 10 free signage, 500 chair boxes for door gift. And the design, whoah, the selection is very extensive. From garish overdone designs to modern minimalist ones, you name it, they have every design to suit your taste. Unfortunately, it would take at least a month for them to complete your order. So it pays to be early! Padan muka semua pon nak buat last minute. So in the end, we placed our order in some printer shop in Kulim, who could get everything ready in 2 weeks time. I'm trusting my mom on the design as I do not have time to actually go back and pick the design.<br />
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6) Self-pampering<br />
You gotta love Groupon for this. Bought a facial and waxing package worth RM500 for just RM80. So next weekend is pampering time; including dentist appointment, getting a hair cut, spa mani/pedi at the Nail Parlor because your nails will stay shining for one whole month!<br />
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7) Engagement prezzie<br />
We decided to opt for watches instead of rings for our engagement. One tip is to buy from a certified watch dealers at shopping complexes instead of a branch selling just one brand, simply because you can get extra discount on top of the official discount offered at the time. In our case, we got and extra plus minus RM200 discount apart from the 10% discount.<br />
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8) Reception hall.<br />
Got to see the inside of the hall for our reception in December. Got the layout plan already so super excited! Mom got in touch with her high school friend who has a band we're gonna have a live band on the day. Have to compile a list of songs to give them so they can practice. Was thinking of singing a song on the day hihi perasan sungguh tapi takpa, permaisuri sehari kan bagila can walaupun suara tak sedap mana.<br />
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I wanted to have a projector to play the video to our solemnization ceremony since most of the friends will not be present on the day because of raya. But the hall is an open space I don't think there'll be any dim corner to allow the video to be watchable on the white screen. Haihhh.<br />
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Need to call the halal marshmallow person. Printed balloons. Door gifts. Survey horse carriage, my mom said she has seen a white horse before. Need to create FB event. Inform friends if they want to stay at the hotel, need to book now (plus there's 10% discount for guests), because December will be packed with people wanting to go to Langkawi.<br />
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List of things to do keep growing. Doakanlah supaya semuanya dipermudahkan ya, I really need all the help I can at this moment. Need to rest now, good night!<br />
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In less than 2 months, I will be married to your father, someone I have loved for quite a long time. I still do love him, with an increasing intensity with each passing day, and he still makes me blush and giggle like a schoolgirl.<br />
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We are both 25 years old this year, not rich, not broke either. Just enough to get by and enjoy the little pleasures life has to offer from time to time. Life is not that hard, we had it easier than our parents, that's for sure, but it's not a breeze all the time either.<br />
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Dreams, we have many of those, many of which have not materialized yet.<br />
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With the wedding inching closer, it's the inevitable to have people ask us about our plan in popping out mini us in the near future. To tell you the truth, I find the question terrifying. Like for instance, a colleague in office told us she is 3 months pregnant and the rest joked that I will be next. And I became defensive, to the point of near hyperventilating that I would exaggerate every single problem into a mountain.<br />
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Am I going to be able to go after all of my dreams after I have kids to tend to? What about the kids' father, is he going to miss out the baby's first smile, first word, first step? (As for now, both of us has agreed to live separately after marriage due to work obligation.) What about me; with the hormonal change and all, am I going to endure all that without someone holding my hair behind my neck while I puke over a the sink, cry and puke some more? What about my cravings, who's going to tend to that when my husband is going to be 4-hour drive away? Who is going to take care of the kids? Have you seen the video where the nanny kicked and stepped on the baby when it cries? I'm not putting my kids at such a risk, I'm going to hate myself. If I have to work, who's going to take the kids to museum after school, teach them about the world more than what the school can teach them, nurture their inquisitiveness? Am I going to have time to take them to the playground? Would they end up spending most of their waking time with the nanny than with me? Would they end up preferring to play Angry Birds on iPad than talk to me, or read books? Am I going to get fat with lots of cellulite? Am I going to get ugly? Would my husband find me ugly? What am I going to wear? Am I going to be able to endure the 9 months of such hormonal instability gracefully when having to deal with it a few days every month turns me into a time-bomb bitch ready to explode? Am I going to hate my husband's smell like some stories I've heard? Am I going to stay fat after the pregnancy? And then there's the childbirth itself. Natural labor, are you kidding me? This is someone who takes pain killer each month <i>before</i> I even get stomach cramps just so I don't have to feel it. If I did opt for Caesarian birth, I heard tending to the wound is hellish. Even giggling would cause great discomfort. And don't make me go into breastfeeding that's a whole another story. Would I actually have any idea on how to raise a child? I mean, I cut and bumped and bruised myself all the time from unfortunate miss of judgements, how can I make sure I don't hurt a child? Is now even the right time to raise a kid, I mean have you read the news, kids are being snatched off the streets all the time! Like just now, I forgot where I put my wallet, am I actually fit to be a mother? Are we going to be able to raise the kids in a comfortable life? How do one travel with little kids anyway, I mean can they actually go to Macchu Picchu, we haven't been to Macchu Picchu and I've always wanted to go to Macchu Picchu so bad! Would my in-laws and family hate me if we decided to wait a few years before having kids? If we did plan on waiting first, would God consider us ungrateful and not grant us any kids at all, like ever? What if we did have kids and it turned out we weren't ready? Would having kids change us into a different person?<br />
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All these rendered me paralyzed with fear sometimes. <br />
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But the thing is, despite all that chaos in my head, I have this feeling that one day I am going to be a mother. And I am going to relish the role. Just that the feeling seems to be quite a distance from now.<br />
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So if you are old enough to read this, if there are times when I am being difficult like mothers tend to be, you should know that I went against all of my own arguments to go through something I am most terrified of; childbirth and being a mother. Do know that I love you with such ferocious tenacity, rivaling that of the fiercest lioness of the savannah. So don't be too difficult on me and your father, please.<br />
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Lots of love,<br />
Me.jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-34399389626134073122012-09-15T18:11:00.000+02:002012-09-15T18:11:16.131+02:00Searching for That Dream House<div>
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Rental in Kota Damansara is getting outrageous. A run-down old flat will cost you around RM700-800 per month. An extra RM400-700 per month will get you a well-kept apartment. A basic condo unit can fetch up to RM2000-2500. Then there's the high-end condos for which you have to be ready to fork up around RM4000 per month. A landed house..let's not go there. Yet. Mission impossible.</div>
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This sentiment is felt across the country actually, where price of houses is reaching an all-time high; without any sign of stopping soon. Some took this as a sign of a housing bubble; a situation in which the price is driven up by the speculation that the price is going to get even higher until at one point, due to lack of actual need in housing, the system will burst, leaving people with mortgages they cannot afford. Like what happened in the U.S. a few years back. Once it crashes, it went with a Bang, not a mere Pop. </div>
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In the Netherlands, if a property is vacant for more than a year, it is not a crime to occupy it. This is to ward off investors buying property and keep it until the price has gone up profitable enough to resell. An opinion of my German language teacher is that the need we feel to own a house is hammered into us by our society, without much benefit to us. He argued, what's wrong with paying rent your whole life? But of course, this, coming from a man who paid cash for his Viva car. </div>
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What caused the property prices to grow exponentially in the last 30 years? The answer would lie in the government's policy. Like always, the government would conjure (or lately, say) something up with the best of intention (or so I would like of believe) at its core, until the success of the system became its own monster. </div>
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In the 60s, bank would only approve housing loan, 60% of the total amount, and the repayment would last at most for 10 years. Now one can expect to get a 90% financing which has become a standard practice for most banks, and recently with the My First Home Scheme (M1HS), lending margin can reach up to 100%. Monthly repayment was reduced as the repayment period which was at 10 years in 1960 has been extended to 30 and sometimes up to 40 years now. See the inevitable booby trap?</div>
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Let's look into the M1HS. This scheme allows fresh graduates who have just started working with a monthly income of less than RM3000 and is younger than 35 years old to take out a 100% loan, for a property that is valued under RM300k. For joint applicants with income of less than RM6000 combined, they can apply for a 100% loan for a property valued to up to RM400k. This means, young working individuals do not have to worry over how to fork up the 10% down-payment, what with having to worry about wedding/hantaran and stuff. </div>
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This situation has seen young generation flocking to take out home loan and shop for their dream house, or for investments. The question is, is it a wise decision?</div>
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In my humble opinion, it depends on how informed you are on your current situation. You need to know if you are going to be committed to being responsible in your monthly spending. You need to know the prospect of the area you're buying into; is there many ongoing development that will add value to the area, etc. You need to know the developer. The owner if it is a sub-sale. The current bank valuation of the property. You need to be prepared to do research on a lot of these. <br />
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But in the end, who knows for sure if the market is going to continue this steady rise in the next 10 years? What if the market crashes tomorrow? Nobody can tell you the answer, even the most expert in the industry. Only God knows that. </div>
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But put it this way; if you buy a home, in 1 year you will have won a total of 15% equity in your property if you took out a 90% 30-year loan. And imagine this; if you rent, in a year you would have paid 5% of the landlord's mortgage. So generous, eh?<br />
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Along the road, any empty vast space left are being developed into residential units. There's this double-storey resort homes, with its own private pool. Then there's this luxurious condominium, its starting selling price is RM1 million. It gets one wondering what comes with a unit with a shared roof and floor at that price tag. Deep burned curiosity alone is not enough to overcome the intimidation to actually enter the sales office and take a tour around the show unit. <br />
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An evening drive on that road if it's not congested makes you feel like you are on a holiday. Rain trees lined each side of the road. A sign board by the roadside across the road opposite the luxury condo caught our attention. It says: Helipad. Behind it an expansive area which we initially thought was a football field.<br />
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Wow. Just wow. Seriously, normal people need heli to move around these days? That's obnoxious but hey, if our Prime Minister gets to ride in one, whose to say no to other equally busy and mobile individual?<br />
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Fudhail joked that we could land our own heli there some time, albeit a battery-powered one. Yeah sure.<br />
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I'm not hating. Kalau la kita ditakdirkan sekaya itu, no telling what we might do. It could be worse. Maybe instead of a heli, it would be a heli fashioned to look like a unicorn. See. Told you it could be worse.jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-2522010762323116872012-09-11T11:46:00.000+02:002012-09-11T11:46:05.424+02:00TTWe were in the process to look at houses to buy, as the house rent here is ridiculously high, we thought might as well we pay the same amount every month for us, instead of to pay off someone else's loan.<br />
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Last weekend, Arief, the mystery creature who only appears to the naked eyes once in a while whenever it pleases, who also happens to be my brother, decided to follow us to the viewing of the houses, since he is going to be living with me. Most of the time.<br />
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After we are done for the day we decided to go for dinner together. Left alone just the two of us, Fudhail off somewhere, the following conversation took place.<br />
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"Tadi tengok kakak dengan Fudhail buat belanjawan bulanan lepas kahwin, rasa sedih."<br />
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"Awat? Sebab kami sengkek ka? Hahaha."<br />
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"Taklah, sebab cepat sangat rasanya. Tu yang adik lari masuk bilik tu."<br />
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"TT."<br />
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'TT' wasn't a word, it was me crying. I cried in public. Got my mascara running down my eyes so that I look like a panda.<br />
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I told my mom and she said, "We're happy for you but we're both still adjusting."<br />
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As much as a weirdo my family is, our love for each other in undeniable.jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-79205193688281867502012-09-06T03:03:00.003+02:002012-09-06T03:03:46.721+02:00Wedding PlanningYes, I have accepted the fact that the bride is not the only excited for the wedding. The entire family is. That's a good thing of course. Sharing the excitement also makes them prone to conjuring up ideas on the big day, which of course, might differ from the idea I have in mind.<br />
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So I have made clear the two 'sacred' things I'm not willing to compromise on. These things, come hell or high water (sounds creepy since the wedding would be near 'kola' as Perlisians called it), shall be present on the day, unless they are not meant to be by the bigger force of Heaven :<br />
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1) Unicorn carriage. I'd settle for a horse (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">a white horse with a horn attached to its forehead</span>).<br />
2) Rainbow sponge cake<br />
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Not that too much to ask for eh?<br />
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Some other details that I'm fond of:<br />
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2) Foosball table - We first bonded over a game of this; by the way I won on our first date!<br />
3) Smarties / colorful jellies<br />
4) Printed balloons<br />
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6) Soap bubble and paper confetti<br />
7) Slideshows of our baby photos/video on solemnization<br />
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Why not throw in some elephant and trapeze swingers, since it looks like you're having a circus not a wedding?<br />
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Well, it can be a carnival-themed wedding, like Britney's Circus album. I think I prolly should do an inspiration board, to show to Ibu and mother-in-law.<br />
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I would be nice to have a laid-back not-too-formal wedding where we and our favorite people can have a good time at.<br />
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So the progress so far? Mr Groom has completed his form, so it's my turn to do it before we could get a signature of the Tok Imam. I'll share the details in another post. Mana tau boleh buat rujukan masa hadapan.<br />
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Blood test. Oh man..susah gila nak buat kat area sini. 3 minggu prior kena buat appointment tau!<br />
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Photographer/videographer confirmed. Called the guy the other day (he's really cool btw), cakap nak tambah macam-macam daripada package asal, nak outdoor photoshoot 2 kali la, nak tambah lagi satu clip extra untuk tayang time wedding la, tapi still dapat harga yang sama yayy me!<br />
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Baju nikah dah beli! Beli yang biasa-biasa aja, nak meng-Vera-Wang tak mampu. Baju yang beli ni kaler putih, mode style, retro habis ah. Planning nak tambah beading sendiri nanti. Puiii macam la sempat. Baju pengantin lelakiku nak tempah weekend ni.<br />
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Rumah masih lagi menyopping. Yang susah sebab ada limited budget. Scratch that. <i>Very limited budget</i>. On top of that, memilih pulak tu. Yang apartment/rumah teres biasa-biasa takmau hehe. Tapi in all seriousness, we are looking for a well-maintained condos like the one I'm renting now because of the tight security since I would be living alone most of the time kan. Baru-baru ni ada kes perempuan kena kelar leher dekat apartment dekat-dekat sini! Scary, ya Allah minta dijauhkan! Kalau tak sebab memilih walhal budget limited, dah lama dah beli, banyak kot yang berkenan. Rumah dekat area Kota Damansara ni harga dah shoot through the roof dah, sebab dah confirm nak buat MRT. Oh man, kalau ada duit, it would be a very god investment to buy in this area.<br />
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Make-up artist dah janji dengan a good friend in Kulim nanti dia nak bawakkan jumpa officemate dia ada kedai.<br />
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Apa lagi? Lah. Baru tu ja. Banyak lagi ni tak siapppp! Hantaran belum beli! Ibu dah pesan jangan beli kasut, dia tak gemar nak kena letak atas dulang semua I can't understand the logic pfffft.<br />
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Off to work now, bye!jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-7308053476354832412012-08-06T02:39:00.000+02:002012-08-06T02:39:06.527+02:00The Wedding PlannerAs soon as I walked out of the shop selling personalized wedding door gifts and accessories, twinkled-eyed and mouth-agaped, I turned to look the boyfriend straight in the eyes, and with utmost conviction proclaimed, "I know what I wanted to be!"<br />
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"Oh no, not again...you've been changing your--"<br />
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"I want to be a wedding planner! That's my calling, my true calling!"<br />
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"Babe, let's focus--"<br />
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"I've never felt so sure in my life about anything than this moment!"<br />
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"Well, you said that when you told me you wanted to run a resort by the beach---"<br />
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"This is different!"<br />
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"Why are you not being the supportive boyfriend, we are getting married in 4 months!"<br />
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Been changing my mind of what I want to be since I was a kid. Guess some things stay the same, huh?jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-7911288123202012372012-07-29T18:14:00.001+02:002012-07-29T18:14:22.849+02:00Part 5 : Quest of The Ring..and Others.<br />
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Before this I kinda like the diamond band thingy. But as I tried one after another after another just now, they simply do not look good on me. They look awkward on my ring finger! =( Frustrated, I asked him to pick one he likes to see best, disregarding my preference whatsoever. He chose this brilliant cut diamond ring, the diamond placed against a heart-shaped mini-diamond-studded plate. Good luck imagining it I know my description sucks so bad. So anyways, this ring looks very feminine, very timeless..I love it! I think I might consider my diamond-band-ring only policy. </div>
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So the venue is confirmed. Ocean Glow Hall, Putra Brasmana Hotel, Kuala Perlis.</div>
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So it's a not-quite-beach-wedding we're having. Finding ways to work with that. Praise to God, there's still a slot left free for us on the 8th December 2012. The remaining weekends of the month is already booked. Coincidentally, 8th December turned out to be the only date convenient for ALL of parties involved. Phew..<br />
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Date and venue for the wedding confirmed so what's next on the list?<br />
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Solemnization!<br />
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We chose to have it a month earlier for many reasons. Utmost important reason being, again, convenience for all the parties involved. Having it on the same day of the wedding would be a bit kelam kabut, having it on the weekend prior to the wedding would mean we both have to take almost 2 consecutive weeks of leave..<br />
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Hence we decided to have the solemnization on 10.11.12. Pretty neat date, huh? ;) Boleh ambil cuti sehari plus weekend untuk selesaikan semua urusan. Or maybe another extra 2 days of pre-honeymoon. Oops. Hehe.<br />
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Moving on. What you actually NEED to get married are : <br />
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1. Kursus kahwin<br />
2. Sijil kursus kahwin<br />
3. Surat akuan bujang<br />
4. HIV, talasemia test<br />
5. Borang kebenaran nikah<br />
6. Salinan IC wali<br />
7. Salinan IC dua orang saksi<br />
8. Sijil nikah parents<br />
9. Borang nikah dari Pejabat Agama<br />
10. Jurunikah/Tok Kadi<br />
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These are actually the only things you need to be pronounced as husband and wife in God's eyes; the rest is just icing, frosting, fondant topped with sprinkles, sugar balls and chocolate sprinkles. Islam itu mudah. But I guess kalau tak menyulitkan keadaan, apa salahnya buat wedding untuk mewar-warkan ikatan yang sah tu dan juga meraikan pengantin, sesuai dengan kemampuan.<br />
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Lepas dah hadiri kursus kahwin, suruh si bakal suami ambil borang nikah dari Pejabat Agama, isi semua yang berkaitan, lepas tu suruh dia hand over semua documents untuk dilampirkan bersama borang yang telah diisi oleh si bakal isteri. Please take note, tak semua jurunikah mahu nikahkan dekat rumah, dan jurunikah ni kena book awal-awal jangan nanti nak berebut dengan Bridezilla lain pulak. But, the approved borang nikah is only valid for ONE MONTH for us ladies and THREE MONTHS for the guys. Jadi nak book awal sangat pon tak boleh jugak. Kena standby borang, cukup-cukup sebulan submit. But I do plan to call the Jurunikah 3 months in advance, who knows perhaps we can come to an agreement that the date can be reserved for us, even before any black and white is submitted.<br />
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Next up are<br />
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1. Photographer<br />
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I've been eyeing this very talented duo which happened to be my schoolmate during my SMK Sultanah Asma days. Asked for quote and the price is at a staggering range between RM2k to RM4k! Is that normal? I mean, I do respect people's talent and passion but that is quite pricey.. So that leaves me to square one and I'm gonna have to keep on searching.<br />
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2. Kain untuk baju akad nikah<br />
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The plan is to go shopping with the beau this weekend. We opted to go for the safe cream colour so we have to shop together because as you know, there's countless shades of whites available, off by 2-3 shade and it's going to look very odd.<br />
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3. Wedding dress<br />
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Kalau sempat nak pergi test baju sekali.<br />
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4. Cincin & hantaran.<br />
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Going browsing/shopping this week too. Lima dulang berbalas tujuh. Cincin dengan sirih junjung tu termasuk sekali dalam hantaran ka asing eh? Kalau sekali rugi la! Boleh tak cincin tu selit masuk di celahan daun sirih? Hmm..have to refer to Ibu and Mama Rohana.<br />
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5. Kad kahwin.<br />
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Have a few ideas running through my head now, have to finalize it with The Future Husband, materialize it somehow and discuss with The Mom and The In-Laws before going to the printer. or should we go to the printer first and ask them to materialize the ideas we have? Have to find out.<br />
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6. A house.<br />
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Utmost important thing is going shopping/window shopping for a house this weekend. Ibu is planning to take Maktok back to kampung pretty soon; Maktok's longing for a kampung life, come on, at the age of 70, jalan-jalan pusing The Curve, Putrajaya, Melaka, shopping complex lost its appeal soon enough in favor of the quiet, tranquil kampung life where everybody knows everybody.<br />
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The house I'm renting now is very comfortable in terms of the facilities, convenience and security it provides. The rent I'm paying now is however around 25-30% under market price, God bless the landlord who has not increased the rent for the last 5 years or so I believe. I should perhaps rent the house out at the current market price, and pocket the extra cash heh? If only.. Point is, if we decide to buy the house I'm staying now, at the current market price, the monthly payment would be 25-30% higher than what I'm actually paying.<br />
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Condos/landed houses around this area come with a price tag that makes mouths drop, eyes wide open, but there are some gems lay hidden if you are willing to look properly. I don't see the point of us paying a sum of money every month to repay someone else's loan. Money we worked hard for, money earned while being apart from each other.<br />
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So yeah. Definitely making a few appointments to have a look at the houses these weekends.<br />
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Gosh how I wish I have an extra 2 hours each day just to plan for these. Good thing is, with all these hecticness, the 4-5 months are going to fly by very fast!<br />
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15 minutes to berbuka! Selamat berbuka!<br />
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<br />jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898747200481676703.post-29884192332125340872012-07-22T04:07:00.001+02:002012-07-22T04:07:55.052+02:00Bridezilla Part 3 : Venue - Confirmed<p>By yesterday the venue was down to 3 choices; Timah Tasoh Lake, Putra Brasmana, and Dewan Warisan or 2020. The latter choice we didn`t have any contact so we proceeded wih the first two.</p> <br/> <p>Mama Rohana said Timah Tasoh if she remembered correctly wasn`t so pricey so we went to have a look. The place evokes a romantic mood. The hall overlooks the tranquil lake, series of lush green hills acts as the perfect backdrop. </p> <br/> <p>One minor downside is it`s about 15km from the city center. Second major one is Fasha Sandha. Given the recent exposure of the place thanks to her, the place is overglamorized now the price has shot through the <br> <br/> roof. RM18 per head PLUS you have to also take the wedding decoration package they offer which includes RM500 for wedding cake table, RM1500 for walkway, RM3500 for pelamin, RM1000 for meja pengantin. These are the areas you can cut corners on, areas where you can save a lot. I`d rather splurge on good food for the guests.</p> <br/> <p>Next up is Ocean Glow, Putra Brasmana. First look and I fell in love. From afar you can see these white canopy arranged on a jetty extending out into the sea. I can imagine the scenery during sunset. Mesti romantik abessss. *dreams*</p> <br/> <p>The person we talked to was super sweet. Looks like an easy person to have to work with. We can bring outside food too in addition of the ones that were prepared under the package. Personally I like to pay for a hall which includes food, meja kerusi semua. Senang. Less hassle for my inlaws and my mom since I won`t be able to handle everything.</p> <br/> <p>This package which is at RM12 per head includes all that and more. Meja makan beradap pengantin, red carpet, PA system, semua pon termasuk. Ada 10% discount on the hotel room kalau sedara mara nak duduk. I think the price is fair enough. And the management is also ready to accommodate our other needs macam pelamin, extra food etc.</p> <br/> <p>What sold me on the place is...ada horse carriage! Kalau ada kuda putih, nak letak horn bagi jadi unicorn! Maybe the excitement was all over my face that both families agreed on the venue. We booked it on the same day.</p> <br/> <p>Venue: settled. Time to fuss over other fun details!<br> <br/> </p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>jerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937334562368116001noreply@blogger.com3