My Unscripted Life

My dear hubby was teasing me as always. Taking snapshots of me with his new smart PDA phone, as I protest and try to swipe it away from him. Lo and behold, despite my desperate attempts, he still manages to get a scandalous photo of me, with my spittle flying, and my tongue wagging.

With a tap on his smart phone, he realises that his phone, which is connected to his Facebook account, his Gmail account and his work email is able to send my photo out in a blink of an eye. He quails under my protest, and promptly puts his phone away. Later, I was able to delete the discrimanatory photo, and my reputation lives on for another day.

The incident got me thinking at how unbelievably the world is connected nowadays. A person’s reputations may be punctured or inflated within seconds, and photos can fly out at a moment’s notice. One can update his or her status online the second one thinks of it. It can be humbling, but certainly, can be damaging as well.

One can argue the age old debate that it is only when a knife is in a murderer’s hand that it does harm. While the internet is as good as the person who is using it, I sometimes wonder the virtues of telling the whole world what you are having for dinner, where you are having dinner, exactly what you wore when you went to dinner, and how you thought the waiter who served you was good looking.

While it can fulfill one’s ego when someone “likes” your status, video or photo, I always believe that there is a line between publicly declaring something, and making something private and special. A birthday message for instance, is always more special when someone calls or texts to you directly, rather than splurged on your profile page.

Perhaps I am an internet prude, but in the interest of keeping things intimate and special. I don’t think I will ever tweet.

Ah well…the statute of limitations for one to gush about his or her wedding has got to be more than a year after the said nuptials right?

Ok, I promise, this shall be the last of it.

An adendum though…
Until I move into our new house, and then the gushing shall start again.

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No, I haven’t forgotten about this little space of sanctuary. One can get caught up in life sometimes, that it’s easy to forget to document it.

Here’s a short post of my favourite photos of our wedding. The photos are courtesy of Aravind, Ruberneshan and a few others who tagged us in the Facebook album. I still have loads more to sift through from the photographer which I have yet to do.

Shuba, Kas and Rashveen arriving in style

Kasthuri and Rashveen, who was there for me from the start till the end. I am forever in their debt.

Chico and Evelyn, who was part of the team who masterminded my Bridal Shower.

The beautiful cake Kak Azrena made for us. Three tiers of delicious moist chocolate and butter orange, stopped with the most decadent royal icing I've tasted yet.

Beatrix and Yi Shan, both of whom I've known for since I was 7 and have not seen for ages. It was a huge pleasure to see them again.

Rashveen and Rubern, soon to be related by marriage. Rubern helped me loads, from picking up the make-up artist to posting up signboards. A huge thanks to Rubern from both of us!

My dear friend Aravind, who was also a big help in some of the wedding preparations.

The entire Convent Kajang gang. It was wonderful that I could share this day with all of them. My only regret was that I could'nt spend much time with them.

My first appearance in the Baju Sanding. My sister Wawa was the pengapit. Surprisingly, she helped a lot. Haha, just kidding, of course she was a big help.

The Baiduri Apartment gang plus Sheba. It was great to see them again!

The girls decided to tag along in one of our outdoor photoshoot sessions.

Azhar and his two assistants (one of whom is from belgium) taking test shots of us. Pretty exhausted by this time. The next few shots are taken without my shoes

My three-inch Aldo heels which was worn for the Nikah ceremony and reception in Putrajaya. I call them shiny heels of hell.

Our wedding rings. And now we are husband and wife. Till death do us part.

Almost two weeks have gone by since our big day. On the 5th of June 2010, I became someone’s wife, and he became my husband.

But to me at least, the marriage has been a mere formality – a confirmation of sorts that we have been destined to be together from the very start.

I am no good when it comes to public declarations of love and passionate emotions. And neither has Baby. Those who has been close to us perhaps would have known that between the teasing, taunting and humourous banter we’ve had between us in actuality runs much deeper. We’ve been deeply committed to each other from the very beginning.

I am sorry if I have not been able to blog or update my Facebook nowadays. Perhaps my outlook have shifted now. I prefer face to face meetings and real telephone conversations more than the 2-dimensional relationship that I have with the computer screen.

That doesn’t mean that I have forgotten this space in totality. I will still be keeping this blog. In fact, I plan to upload some photos of the ceremony and merenjis soon. Do bear with my slow pace, as I adjust to life as a wife

I hope this very short update is sufficient to mark that very important day of my life. Till then, Cheers!



Much gratitude to Munirah for the beautiful card design. It would not have been possible without you dear.

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Tema blog ni memang banyak menyusahkan la.

Harap-harap ia dapat di-repairkan oleh gua punya abang.

Firasat gua, 50% tak dapat diselamatkan.

*Why I talk like this? It’s a poor imitation of this guy.

It has been a weekend (by weekend, I mean from last Monday) filled with gastronomic adventure for me.

My fortunes seemed to have turned this year of the Tiger, and I have suddenly the funds to try restaurants that I would usually avoid, and the ability to procure exotic groceries from farway lands for family barbeques.

On Saturday, my brother was back home. My mom, ever the nostalgic, wanted a huge feast for him. A bbq in the backyard.

No expenses were spared.

Lamb chops. Beef. Prawns. Chicken chops. Tomatoes with mozarella. Fresh button mushrooms. Fruit punch.  And the list goes on…

Succumbing to desire, I crumbled, and had lunch at Marche. The ultimate food paradise.

I was also itching for Gelato, and after about a milisecond of hesitation, I finally caved in.

Unlike most bloggers I know, I plunge into my food without the customary photo snap from 3 different angles.

I enjoyed the food no less. Perhaps even more

After all that gorging, it’s back to my non-existent diet. For real this time. (I hope).

With the wedding less than a few months away, I’ve made the pact to join a Gym. (rather belatedly).

TLS Fitness, here I come!

Celebrating the holidays are never the same anymore.

Food is not as tasty.

Television shows are not as interesting.

Crowds are smaller.

Most of all…

Less people come by.

It’s wishful thinking, but I wish for the days when my grandparents were alive.

I’ve finally done it. I’ve confirmed at least one aspect of my wedding: the photographer.

His name is Azhar Ariff, and you can see some of his work here: http://azharariff.blogspot.com/

Like every blushing bride, I’ve been hesitant about a whole lot of things for the wedding. I was indecisive about the theme, then I coudln’t make up my mind about the dress, then I coudln’t for the life of me figure out where to put the pelamin or what doorgifts to give out. I needed to do a web poll to finally choose a wedding cake design.

In fact, about the only thing I was absolutely sure of, is the man that I am about to marry.

I wasn’t even sure whether I should be getting a photographer initially. The budget for the wedding has already ballooned so much. But I talked it out with my parents, and they didn’t mind paying for a good photographer.

You know me…working adult, with zero savings. And I’m willing to bet I’m not alone here.

So when the search for the wedding photographer was on, I did what any one would do the first time: Google.

I was immediately captivated when I found Fotomomo .

Plenty of photographers out there can take beautiful pictures nowadays. Although the style of the photographs were important to me, I wanted to first and foremost be comfortable with the person taking my photos.

After all, I’m always the person who’s behind the camera.

But Azhar has been really good at easing the worry that I have, (you know how I can be such a worrier), and I will be looking forward to working with him.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out how to get Baby to get on a bicycle for a photo op.

Credits to Azhar