tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41659159453347462922024-03-13T21:12:07.730+08:00mehlady,juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comBlogger297125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-38619929943157052942018-01-29T17:41:00.000+08:002018-01-30T11:05:06.978+08:00motherhood: the babyIt was rather cloudy on that Wednesday morning, 10th May 2017. A public holiday for Malaysians so I woke up with Lokman next to me talking on the phone with his mother. I was very pregnant and the very next day was supposed to be my due date. I went to the loo and found that my pee was greenish-yellow in colour. Out of concern, I summoned Lokman to check it out. His theory was I was just dehydrated so I shrugged it off and walked into the kitchen where Lokman was about to serve cereal for breakfast.<br />
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An usher brought me to the labour room and he talked to the nurse manning the reception counter. The nurse directed me to proceed to a room at the end of the hall and stay on the bed there. I sat on the bed and felt liquid oozing out down there as if I am peeing uncontrollably. Ugh. It took awhile for the nurses to tend to me because there were two deliveries happening at once that noon.<br />
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Lokman texted me saying he got an executive ward for me but I was more worried about myself than him or any wards he got. A nurse finally came to me and checked my dilation. She looked concern and fixed doppler on my tummy. She called for assistance and they checked together. They told me that the baby has excreted inside the womb yet I have only dilated for 1 cm. Basically, that's worrying.<br />
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So they prepared me for labour room and Lokman was waiting in there. I was induced, I was okay yet nervous. The rain started to pour. Our families were briefly notified. Lokman and I took selfies together (lol). I realized then I was hungry so Lokman told the nurse. The head nurse came into my room and asked when and what was the last time and thing I ate. I answered: nasi lemak around 10 pm last night. She replied, how about breakfast? Well, I didn't get to eat my cereal because my water broke and we immediately got to the hospital. The nurses discussed and they told us that I am at risk for operation so I shouldn't be eating. But they pitied me because I'd have hours of contractions ahead of me so they allowed me... a cup of hot chocolate and a piece of bread. So I stuffed those down anyway. When they took away my plate and cup, they asked if I wanted singgang or soup for dinner and I replied, singgang. Finally, we watched TV until I drifted to sleep.<br />
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The next time I woke up, I was in pain. If I have to describe it, the pain was like stomach ache from when you eat bad stuffs but it happens every now and then with varying levels. Yes, those are contractions. I woke up around 4pm and Lokman was there reciting Quran. When he realized I was awake, he told me that our families and friends came. He told me a bunch of things but I couldn't remember the conversations. I slept and woke up again few times.<br />
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Around 9 pm, my obgyn came in. She checked for dilation and she agreed with the nurses that it has been 3 hours that my dilation stayed at 6 cm. She decided that if there's no improvement by 10 pm, we had to go for Caeserian. I remember not giving a damn for as long as it was all over. But by 10 pm, I got to 7 cm and it quickly goes to 10 cm by 12 midnight. My obgyn had not arrived but the baby was crowning. The nurse asked Lokman if we wanted to wait for the doctor or she could deliver the baby. I cut Lokman and said just get the baby out.<br />
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So I pushed for a good 5 mins and the baby was out just in time for my obgyn to walk in. She was surprised but congratulated us anyway. The nurse placed the baby on my chest while my obgyn got ready to stitch me up. They took the baby away to clean him up for Lokman to perform azan while my obgyn kept talking to me to make sure I stayed awake during the stitches. The stitching part was so painful that I tried so hard to distract myself from the pain by watching TV. My obgyn said that there wasn't many tear which means I pushed the baby excellently.<br />
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I didn't get to see my baby until the next day because I was really tired that night. I was told I looked pale but I was okay after I got my sleep. Lokman slept in the ward with me and I woke him at subuh because I was really thirsty. I took this picture because I didn't know how to wake him without shouting. Haha.<br />
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It's almost nine months after all these happened but I remember it quite vividly - the day my eldest child was born. I still enjoy talking about it and especially sharing my experience with mom-to-be. Three important advices from me: 1) choose a good team to deliver your baby if you can so you can push the baby well according to right directions, 2) eat something before you get to the hospital and 3) distract yourself from pain by thinking about what makes you happy. Well, those worked for me, at least.<br />
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Anyway, welcome Umayr Wasim! Safely delivered at 12.21 AM on his own due date 11th May 2017, you're the eldest son of Mommy and Abah :)<br />
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Footnote: If it isn't obvious, this post is realllllly overdue because it's hard to blog with an infant tugging your shirt and screaming for attentions, thus explains the hurried writings. K toodles.</div>
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After growing a mini person inside me for exactly 40 weeks, I officially become a mother on 11th May 2017. Congratulations to me... and to my son for his safe arrival plus my best friend who is automatically a dad that very night.</div>
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I have to say upfront that the announcement is the most important part of this post as the rest of the post is meant to record my memory for future reads. In short, it doesn't matter if you read it or don't; I don't care - unless you came out of my womb.</div>
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Anyway, here we go: it all began in September 2016. Lokman was scheduled to depart for offshore duties on that Monday. My family decided to celebrate my mom's birthday on that weekend. The morning before the party began, I woke up and peed on a stick. It wasn't the first time I did that so I wasn't really nervous or anything. It concerned me that my period kept coming late after I got married but those were all false alarm. Except for that September morning, I GOT THE TWO LINES.</div>
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Unsure of what to do, I put the stick on the sinktop and woke Lokman with, "I'm pregnant." His first word was, tipu (you're lying). Watta. So I just said, "go look at the sinktop." He went in, closed the door and took his time. He came out with his bewildered face and announced, "you're pregnant." Eyyy this man ah I tell you, didn't I just announced to him and he immediately accused me of lying. Deyyy lah. But we both just congratulated each other and continued to sleep. Lol.</div>
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My first pregnancy was a smooth one. I rarely got migraines compared to the prenatal days. I threw up only twice: once from sushi dinner and another from food poisoning (cimbet lah my favourite char kuey teow betrayed me). I had some troubles sleeping towards the end. My left leg was literally pain in the ass, hip and joint. My back, well, I swear it felt as if my backbones were all bent in so mamy ways. My feet barely swell. I slept like felines - most hours of the day - and if I was not sleeping, I was eating. That's all. Other than that, I felt normal lah.</div>
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At first, I was fed with maternity milk but then I got lazier and those milks are damn expensive so I stopped consuming those. I drank only generic milk in boxes with cereals - mostly Dutch Lady chocolate flavour. I didn't take extra supplement other than prescribed by my obgyn - folic acid, zincofer etc. I don't think I confined my diet, I ate like any other normal human beings... while I still could.</div>
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As any other parents, we were very excited with our first pregnancy. Hence, we went for a 4D sonogram to capture photos and videos of this little fella while he was still in the womb. Here's a picture of him at 32nd week:<br />
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<span style="text-align: justify;">While I can say the overall experience of my first pregnancy was a smooth one, there was a bumpy road towards the end of my term. I just thought that it astounds me that people I was willing to call family actually turned their back against me and wrecked me emotionally and mentally at week 36. Anyway, good thing I had my graduation ceremony to cheer me up. Even then, I was still disappointed with everyone. Lokman went through hell too, I guess. He had to rush home from his office almost daily since the thing to make sure I didn't fall into pit of depression.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Ah well, what do you know. I guess some people are just assholes when it comes to being compassionate towards pregnant folks. I want to write about it but perhaps some other time.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Four weeks later, against all odd, my little human came into this world. All lives aren't the same since then but I'll detail the big day on another post. This is him on his first day:</span><br />
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juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-38739093804782641432017-02-27T14:37:00.003+08:002017-02-28T19:41:22.811+08:00#lokmanzulaikha<div style="text-align: justify;">
**This is a long ass post written hurriedly so pardon the grammar and structure lah! Will proofread later laterrrr.<br />
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Tbh, this is the 4th attempt to write about my wedding experience. Basically this post has been edited since March 2016 and then in May, September and finally February 2017. Lol.<br />
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Anyway, on December 2015, I got married to my best friend of more than a decade (honestly, we don't know the exact number but we have been friends since 2004 so you do the maths). This fella, Lokman, was my classmate in 2004 - a small boy with spectacles looking kinda nerdy sitting in the middle of the class - and again for few months in 2007 before I moved out of SEMASHUR. </div>
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Let's skip all the boring parts and go straight to the wedding because if I were to tell every little tiny detail of how the friendship-relationship develops, I WILL NEVER GET TO POST ABOUT THE WEDDING. And Hawa will be like, will you ever post about your wedding or even your Europe trip and blablabla. Btw, I did my post on <a href="http://wutheringlulu.blogspot.my/2016/11/eu.html" target="_blank">Europe trip</a> already.</div>
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Okay so we got married in a small ceremony that took place at the mosque near my parents' house - Surau Al-Furqan, Presint 11, Putrajaya.</div>
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If there is one ultimate advice I should give to all future brides and grooms, I'd say AVOID BEING SICK BEFORE YOUR BIG DAY. I caught a fever the day before my wedding day and it was horrendous, I just wanted to lie down throughout the ceremony and go to sleep. I remember when the jurunikah was giving the khutbah nikah, I frequently thought of going to the back of the praying area and lie down while he presented his khutbah. Hahaha not bloody likely of course, I was the bride!</div>
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Anyway, that morning of 19th December 2015 at around 9.00AM, we tied the knot! Here are the photos:</div>
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Lokman's baju Melayu was bought at Jakel during Aidiladha sale, I think, and it was presented to him during engagement ceremony held two months prior to this wedding. The sampin songket was bought from Terengganu when he had his job training there. The songket was damn expensive in my POV but everyone said that that's the average price for a good songket. Hahaha, I never knewww.</div>
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My nikah dress was a hand-me down from Auntie Farah since she doesn't have a daughter. Tbh, I feel so touched with her decision to let me wear and keep the dress. The dress suited me well, I didn't even have to alter it! My veil, however, was borrowed from my bridal team. And my make-up was done by Eja Ibrahim - my ex-schoolmate/housemate who is now an excellent makeup artist.</div>
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My choice of jewelry was actually criticized several times because I chose necklace instead of commonly selected ring or bracelet. Personally, I don't wear jewelries most of the time so I fear if I put thousand bucks worth of jewelry on my hand, I might lose it. Therefore, I insisted that to have necklace instead. Besides, Lokman's first present for me back at school was a silver necklace so it seemed sentimental for me to request for white gold necklace with green silver pendant (I couldn't find jade pendant) for my wedding.</div>
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After several discussions and arguments from all sides, I got to choose this one myself. Most people in the end just concluded with -- let the bride have her way. Hehehehe.</div>
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Forget me incessantly crying not at the right time (lol) but pay attention to my henna. Hahahaha, the henna was placed by my girl friends who slept over at my place the night before. I was battling with fever so I just lied on my bed the whole night with this girls fixing henna for me. Since it was 2AM, I told them it might be too late to have flowery henna so let's just put them at the tip of my fingers. They did it around my bed while gossiping and I just listened to them while I closed my eyes to rest. We gossiped far too long to wait for the henna to dry and when I cleaned them, the henna was actually black henna! It was really black and dark that night! Lol, so the girls tried to soothe the colour with wet wipes and well... it didn't work much. So there we have it! Kahkahkah.</div>
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I self-decorated the hantarans in green because, let's face it, it's not that hard. I learned how to decorate them for engagement ceremony with Tiq's mother. So I decided to do the nikah ones on my own except for the sirih junjung - that's just way out of my ability, lol. </div>
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How did I do it? Well, I borrowed the white trays from Nur, my ex-schoolmate/housemate since she bought those nine trays for her wedding. Then I reused the sponge bases bought from engagement ceremony and covered them with cheap green satin. I wrapped the outer side of the trays with thick ribbon bought from an art store, sealed them with tape (lol) and covered with gold ribbons also from art store. The white, cream and green flowers were bought at bridal decor shops for cheap prices and pinned down using needle pins. And, tadaaaa, there we have it!</div>
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All of the items were self-bought by me and Lokman except for the fruit in red basket sponsored by Uncle Nan, the green cake sponsored by Auntie Zah and Uncle Lan, the box of cookies from my mother and sirih junjung from Tiq's mother. I am not so sure about Lokman's side but the peach trays were decorated by his cousins, Dayana and Dalina. Of course, they did their job soooo much better than me.</div>
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Later, the reception took place at my mom's school hall which was cute and highly convenient, in my opinion. Cute because it's a school hall! And convenient because it is near our house thus it was easily manageable.</div>
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My dad insisted we hold the reception at the school hall because it is economical and distance relevant. We rented it with the rate of staff's price since my mother teaches there. Lol. I really didn't mind for as long as we have a place to gather and be merry!</div>
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I selected my bridal team myself. I found Persona Fiza Bridal on Facebook and immediately contacted them because their packages, designs and location are relevant my reception. The package I chose costed RM2500 including the pelamin, make-up and reception dress. She also lent me a veil for my nikah dress and round pillows for my nikah ceremony. </div>
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The theme for the whole thing was gold and green but I wasn't really strict with colour choices, tbh. I came up with the colour theme because people kept asking me... so there we have it. </div>
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The doorgifts were personally packed by my family and friends of family. I think there were about 1000+ in total. My Uncle Nan sponsored the paperbag and I honestly think they are really cute. There are M&M cookies by Akid Cookies - packed and managed by cousin, Abang Khairil - inside the paperbags. The small boxes on the right are the cases for boiled eggs - the cases sponsored by my dad's friend and the eggs were boiled by our caterer (also dad's friend).</div>
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We rented the tables and hall decorations plus a tent for RM1500. Since this is a school hall, the venue is not specifically made for weddings so they didn't have the right furniture. My dad made sure the colour suited the theme and my mom brought out the red carpet from the school store. The furniture renter also bought a new pair of gold chair so really the high chairs were still covered with plastics on the day before. Hahaha. Tbh, my parents set a lot of things for the venue in the end because the wedding was on the weekend of my final week of the semester -- IMAGINE THE MADNESS OF MY SCHEDULE. And on the Friday right before the nikah ceremony next morning, I caught a fever. Lol.</div>
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Our photographer was Lokman's friend from university. His team, The Creatigraphi, gave us a pretty good deal - RM2xxx for photos from three events (nikah, sanding & tandang) and videos from two events (nikah & sanding). Besides the team got to attend as guests too! Also, personally I felt a lot better having personal acquaintances to capture our wedding photos.</div>
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Funny story: I didn't get to finish the large shrimp served for makan beradab. I like shrimps and was sulking about not being able to eat them. My Makcak saw me and so she collected the shrimps and placed them in tissues. She handed them to my sisters so I can have them later! Hahaha!</div>
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The cake was sponsored by my Auntie Farah. She made and brought it herself. I just told her that she could do any type of cake she wanted as long as it is chocolate! Because let's face it, the bride loves chocolate as much as she loves her husband. Duh.</div>
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An and Tiq became our pengapits for the day. Both of them were our college roommates (An is Lokman's & Tiq's mine). Of course, An's involvement with our friendship went far back since school. Anyway we decided the let them choose the colour of their dresses for the ceremony and they chose that colour because Tiq likes blue and An wanted to tailor-made a new pair of baju Melayu. So ok lah. Thinking back, I allowed a lot of people to decide for my wedding huh.</div>
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I know I said NO to acara merenjis. I insisted that everything is kept simple and within the given budget. In fact, I didn't hire kompang group and just let the music play on speaker followed by selawat to accompany our red carpet walk.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photobooth print from Jom Photobooth team</td></tr>
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I didn't think my budget could fit to hire a photobooth team but my family seemed to be very interested with the idea. I worked my ass off to find a good deal and at that time Jom Photobooth offered a year-end sale or something so I sealed the deal with them - RM1500 for 3 hours unlimited print. My family - uncles, aunts, cousins and siblings - truly deserve this for helping my parents out honestly.</div>
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The design for photobooth film strip was adapted from our wedding card invitations designed by Purdy Studio. We really like the design but their service was a little slow and delayed to the point I almost gave up and offered to print on my own. Despite all the trouble, we managed to collect all the ordered items in the end. </div>
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Outdoor photoshoot was a wee bit awkward tbh because we have never publicly displayed our physical affection. We think photographers play a huge role to allow us to feel comfortable with one another or come up with ideas to portray good relationship without touching one another. Anyway, this photo up here was just candid at first since we were waiting for our photographer team to set up. </div>
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<span id="goog_1619419235"></span>Overall, we spent RM10k +/- for bride's reception excluding food. My dad agreed to pay only for the food because my parents' guests amounted more than mine. Also, my parents got to choose the menu so I handed them total control of food and catering selection. Plus, they also requested for the extra food like char kuey teow, cendol etc which they can afford themselves so ok lah. There were RM2k +/- balance from the wang hantaran for my personal use and I gave all the duit kaut/salam to my parents because they deserve it. Besides, I got to keep all the wedding presents too!</div>
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<b><u>GROOM'S MATERNAL RECEPTION</u></b></div>
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The very next day was the second reception of Lokman's maternal side was held at Puri Buana Garden Wedding in Bangi.</div>
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Tbh, it was really tiring especially with all the fever going on. We arrived at the venue around 10.00AM to see Lokman's family hustling in and out with caterers and others. Our MUA from Wedding Galore had been waiting for us to get ready for the makeup and dresses.</div>
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My MIL insisted to pack the doorgift on their own so Lokman and his cousins spent weeks to get all the nuts in these jars. Hahaha Lokman suggested to his mother to just purchase pre-packed nuts in jars but my MIL wanted to have control over the quality of their doorgift. Since she offered to pay half for it, Lokman decided to give in and they packed the nuts by themselves. But I think they really did excellent job! The stickers were designed by Purdy Studio, standardized with Lokman's side of wedding invitation card design.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Table setting for makan beradab by Nurul Izzah Catering</td></tr>
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Again, the catering was personally chosen by my mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law(?). They chose Nurul Izzah catering and the makan beradab table set up was designed by the caterer themselves. I don't remember the food that they served to guests because tbh I didn't play much role in vendor selection for Lokman's side. I remember saying, "I don't mind. Anything that makes everybody happy." Really, because I have had enough in my hands with all the assignments and test due that week.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The same photobooth from bridal's side</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sample of photo strip - design adapted from our invitation card</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking and sweating nervously lol</td></tr>
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Nuzul was Lokman's pengapit for this side because, well, they've been friends since primary school. Hawa became my pengapit for this one because I remembered she said she wanted to be my pengapit one time during dinner yearssss ago. And I said, okay because she is really helpful and resourceful most of the time.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What's with the face, Lokman?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ma face at the sight of three-tiered cake l</td></tr>
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Probably the most mysterious cake ever because everyone realized the disappearance of this three-tiered cake that night at my MIL's house after dinner. Lol. Someone asked, "eh, who took the cakes?" and NOBODY knew. Well, apparently only Lokman and I got to taste the chocolatey goodness during cake-cutting ceremony. With just two bites, who knows who got the rest of it? We still talk about this mysteriously-missing cake up until today. Hahaha.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Details of the rented songket dress</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lokman's attempt at fixing my tudung</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outdoor photoshoot... again</td></tr>
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At the end of the weekend, we were extremely exhausted. The outdoor photoshoot wrapped up the whole weekend event and we really tried to give our best for the shoots. I whined mostly to Lokman about wanting to sit and lie down. For someone who isn't used to wearing high platform shoes, my feet were really in pain. However, all in all, I was surely happy with the photoshoot results -- thanks to the patience from Lokman and our photographer. Hahaha.</div>
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<b><u>GROOM'S PATERNAL RECEPTION</u></b></div>
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Finally, the reception for Lokman's paternal side was a simple dinner at Best Western Hotel in i-City, Shah Alam. It was held on the very following weekend on Boxing Day 26th December 2015 at night.</div>
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Again, Lokman's father and his stepmother had total control of the selection for this side of the event. As bride and groom, we really let people have their way especially if they are paying. Hehehe. But of course, everyone tried to inform whatever decision they made so we'd feel comfortable at our own celebration.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outdoor layout of the venue</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pulut kuning instead of cake!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doorgift for kids</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lokman replying to incoming guests LOL</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready for family photos</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outdoor photoshoot with i-City as background --</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dress was designed by my cousin, Izrin Izelan!</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Overall, yes we did have multiple receptions aka celebrations. Of course, it was tiring but it was all good fun. Personally, I feel really lucky and undeserving throughout all the events. Everyone had been very excited and cooperative in celebrating our marriage. I get to be the bride at wedding receptions held at school hall, garden wedding and hotel too! I mean, it was really great to experience all these despite my health condition that week. </span><br />
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I thank every single soul who had participated and contributed to our wedding ceremonies. Here's a video from the nikah ceremony and bride's reception:<br />
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Will we miss being bride and groom? NOT REALLY. We decided that we are glad it happened once and happier to attend other people's wedding than plan our own.</div>
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To sum it up, here are the services (with links!) involved throughout the events:</div>
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<b>NIKAH</b></div>
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Venue: Surau Al-Furqan, Presint 11</div>
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Dress: (Sponsored) Auntie Farah</div>
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Veil: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/personafizabridal/" target="_blank">Persona Fiza Bridal</a></div>
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Makeup: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/ejaibrah1m/" target="_blank">Eja Ibrahim</a></div>
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<b>RECEPTION (CYBERJAYA)</b></div>
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Venue: Dewan Perdana Puteri, SSP</div>
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Pelamin & dress: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/personafizabridal/" target="_blank">Persona Fiza Bridal</a></div>
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Makeup: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/personafizabridal/" target="_blank">Persona Fiza Bridal</a></div>
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Photographer/Videographer: <a href="https://twitter.com/thecreatigraphi" target="_blank">The Creatigraphi</a></div>
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MC: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/izzaizelan/?hl=en" target="_blank">Izza Izelan</a></div>
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Cake: (Sponsored) <a href="https://www.instagram.com/moncherie_ezi/" target="_blank">Auntie Farah</a></div>
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Doorgifts: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/akidcookies/" target="_blank">Akid Cookies</a></div>
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Invitation cards: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/purdybymisschqa/?hl=en" target="_blank">Purdy Studio</a></div>
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Photobooth: <a href="http://jomphotobooth.com/home/" target="_blank">Jom Photobooth</a></div>
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Caterer: Tok Ayah Catering</div>
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<b>RECEPTION (BANGI)</b></div>
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Venue: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PURI-BUANA-Garden-Wedding-893443970745370/" target="_blank">Puri Buana Garden Wedding</a></div>
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Pelamin & dress: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/wgbridal/" target="_blank">Weddings Galore</a></div>
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Makeup: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/wgbridal/" target="_blank">Weddings Galore</a></div>
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Photographer: <a href="https://twitter.com/thecreatigraphi" target="_blank">The Creatigraphi</a></div>
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Invitation cards: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/purdybymisschqa/?hl=en" target="_blank">Purdy Studio</a></div>
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Photobooth: <a href="http://jomphotobooth.com/home/" target="_blank">Jom Photobooth</a></div>
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Caterer: <a href="http://www.nurulizzahcatering.com.my/" target="_blank">Nurul Izzah Catering</a></div>
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<b>RECEPTION (SHAH ALAM)</b></div>
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Venue: Best Western Hotel, I-City</div>
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Bride's Dress: Izrin Izelan</div>
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Makeup: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/fatinhilmi/" target="_blank">Fatin Hilmi</a></div>
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Photographer: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/IdeoImaging/?pnref=story" target="_blank">Ideo Imaging</a></div>
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Invitation cards: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/purdybymisschqa/?hl=en" target="_blank">Purdy Studio</a></div>
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Caterer: The View Cafe</div>
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As usual, I have been in hiatus for so long... on this blog. But I am actually always around for my micro-blog also known as Twitter, though barely on Instagram now.</div>
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I am considering deleting Facebook and Instagram altogether but like all big decisions in life, I decided to procrastinate my final say. </div>
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I am here to talk about my trip to Europe last summer. I am supposed to write about my wedding experience based on request but... I like to tell about my travel experience first. Hahaha, screw sequence! But y'all know I got married to Lokman in December 2015, right? So, all the details about that will be laid out later lah eventually.</div>
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So Lokman and I went to London to attend his brother's convocation ceremony, Since it took a handful of money to get the ticket there, why not splurge some more to travel to neighbouring cities? HAHAHAHA and we did just that.</div>
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Mind you, we aren't rich and we just got married. The plan was rather a financial suicide but YOLO (no, don't YOLO, plan for realzzz). We began our plan with buying the flight tickets months before and monthly meeting for discussion over dinner. We got Imran, my brother-in-law to purchase intracity's transportation and we bought the tickets to Emirates Stadium and Harry Potter Museum by ourselves. Overall, the planning part was a wee bit hell-ish because there were too many uncertaintiesss.</div>
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We bought the Etihad return ticket London-Kuala Lumpur for RM2500/person which is actually a pretty good deal at the time. Therefore, naturally, we had to transit at Abu Dhabi for few hours which was enough for us to refresh and pray. The in-flight meal was excellent (except for that mashed peas) especially the fluffy omelette served with salmon. Damn, that was our favourite.</div>
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This is what 8PM looked like mid-July in London. It looked like 6PM in Malaysia all year but the temperature was like 6AM. We arrived that noon and waited for my in-laws to arrive later in the evening before we move to Birmingham.</div>
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We stayed at an apart-hotel (apartment hotel), Staycity, in Birmingham as recommended by my brother in-law. I liked the place except that my room has no fan, no air-conditioner and no window. Apparently, we were told by locals that it was peak summer (19-20th July) so the heat was rather unbearable for us Malaysians. I KID YOU NOT. Lokman and I slept away from each other as we were sweating profusely. But on the 21st and on, the temperature returns to bearable before it got colder from all the rain. Lol, weird weather.</div>
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My father-in-law rented a car for us to move around conveniently. Since they got a good car for worthy deal, my in-laws decided to drive up north to Scotland. Of course, Imran suggested us to go further to the highlands but since there are small kids in our group, they decided to go up until Edinburgh and return to Coventry. That's good enough for Lokman and I who couldn't afford to include Scotland in our plan, hehe, but we wished for a second trip so we can go the highlands later.</div>
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Our main reason of travelling across continents was to attend Imran's convocation ceremony. So here is a photo of us in University of Warwick. The weather was lovely, I even got myself a scoop of soft-served ice cream topped with my favourite shaved chocolate!</div>
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On Monday, we traveled to Watford for my big moment of visiting Warner Bros. Harry Potter Museum. The trip was amazing and now I really want to go Harry Potter Theme Park in Osaka, Japan (lord, give me the opportunity, please). So we got on a train from Victoria Station to Watford Junction and there was a shuttle bus from this point. </div>
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LONDON</h4>
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My in-laws decided to spend the remaining of their days for this trip in London. Lokman and I had to move to London, too, because we would be leaving for Europe from Victoria Station.</div>
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Our journey to Paris from London took around 7-8 hours by bus. We purposely got the night trip because we wanted to sleep in the bus instead of renting a room. Once we got to Paris, it was a little tough on us because not many can speak in good English. I learned a bit of French back in school so that helped us a little bit with reading directions.</div>
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Anyway, our first AirBnB was here in Ivry-sur-Seine. It's a small area located in outskirt of Paris by the Seine river. Our host name is Gilles.</div>
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BRUSSELS</h4>
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We arrived in Paris that Monday morning, got changed, toured the city and return to AirBnB by evening to get some rest. The next morning, we walked and took the train to the same bus station and board our bus to Brussels. </div>
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We learned that Belgium is a trilingual country in which they can generally speak three languages: English, French and Dutch. The free tour guide told us that that should be no surprise since they are a small country squeezed between three big ones. Most of those from the north can speak Dutch and English while those from the south speak French and English. Regardless, on preference, they choose to speak English and Dutch compared to French. </div>
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We did not spend the night at Brussels despite we were still very curious about the city. We just grabbed some souvenirs, lunch and headed straight to Amsterdam by bus. We arrived quite late around 9PM and worried that we won't get to our AirBnB before downpour came again by nightfall. And exactly that happened, hahaha. We walked from the train station to our next AirBnB and it was dark around 10PM. It started to rain by the time we saw the house!</div>
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The next morning, our AirBnB host drove us to the train station nearby his house as he was headed out too. Thus, we got to experience riding in a car with left-hand drive in a country on left-hand lane. We spent only one night here in Joost's house so we really had to make our Amsterdam trip count!<br />
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Behind us in the above picture is Rijksmuseum. We didn't enter the museum due to time constraint but we did walked through the tunnel there and listened to a live band playing Game of Thrones theme song. That was the moment I miss the comfort of our home, slouching around watching the series. Anyway, I thought the live band performance was magnificent!</div>
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As you can see, all the maps pointed to this I Amsterdam sign near Rijksmuseum and Van Gogh Museum. Thus, look at the mess of all these tourists gliding on the big poor sign. But the next day, when we were on our way to Amsterdam Airport Schiphol, we saw the exact same sign with nobody gliding on it! Hehehe so we went straight there and took a picture! And then it rained again...</div>
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From Amsterdam, we boarded the flight to Berlin Schönefeld Airport and this trip was actually sponsored by Imran, my brother-in-law, because he claimed Berlin as "can't be missed" and "worth the penny". Based on his words, we attempted to book a bus ride from Amsterdam to Berlin and it would take approximately 14 hours. Therefore, Imran offered to pay for the flight so we would really visit the city and I kid you not, the city is my favourite as compared to all other cities I visited that week! </div>
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We joined a free tour guide led by Lyndsey, a petite chic looking girl speaking good English with German accent. She brought us around for 2-3 hours and after the tour, we can tip her with how much we think the tour was worth. People gave her generous tips and we did too because we think she was really great at showing us lesser-known historic spots along with their details.</div>
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It was Saturday and summertime so a lot of people were seen chilling by the stairs and all over the parks. The weather was excellent. And behind me, there was two men playing musical instruments and since the acoustic was great in this area, the whole block can listen to their good music. </div>
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We were told that underneath this buildings used to be Hitler's old bunkers. Lyndsey also told us what happened to Hitler during the remaining of his days before his downfall. A lot of speculation has been made but it is believed that he died in a suicidal death with his newly-wedded wife.</div>
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Photos below are some concrete slabs built as a memorial to the murdered Jews of Europe. Listening to the historic part of this memorial is very intriguing yet I cannot overlook the irony of our history. Religious wars have been going for centuries after centuries yet no one feels like they are doomed to repeat the same mistake over and over again. As we walked and sat in silent out of respect to death of the European Jews, I felt rather remorseful thinking about Israeli Zionist attacking our Muslim brothers and sisters over Middle East. I mean, really, we all blamed Hitler for murdering these Jews and will we blame Netanyahu as we erect the memorial for murdered Muslims of Middle East somewhere in the future? How many memorials should it take to remind us that war and terror aren't the answers?</div>
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None of these concrete slabs is labelled or marked despite they were relatively difference in sizes. Some were built taller than the others and as you go deeper into the middle, the slabs are much taller and it was quieter. Lyndsey told us that perhaps it was meant to build that way: as you walk deeper into the memorial, you'd be able to feel the loneliness and eeriness felt by the victims during the dark days. I am actually rather impressed with Europeans having able to protect their historical building from vandalism despite there are graffiti all over other random walls.</div>
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On our final day in Berlin, we went to a flea market Mauermarkt at Mauer Park. The market is located near to a stadium and we visited the place on Sunday morning. Naturally, there were a lot of people selling and buying merchandises, singing and dancing and picnicking. Lokman and I walked through the market to buy souvenirs and looked around to see all the odd stuffs. They sold everything from old cameras, clothes, artsy stuffs, food to bicycles and plants. It was really fun but we had to be aware of pickpockets all the time. </div>
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We spent two nights in Berlin as the accommodation was cheap. Even the food and transportation was cheap too. Our host, Laura, left us alone in her house because she went to a music festival with her roommate. We really love her house and glad that we decided to spend two nights here.</div>
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We flew from Berlin to London that Monday morning and took the train from Stansted Airport to King's Cross station. We walked to the British Library to drop our bag for FOC - we felt guilty but we were really financially tight at this point and the locker room at King's Cross were really expensive for us poor travelers. Anyway, we really admired the British Library and took a proper tour around the building. </div>
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I cannot even describe how relief I am to have written all these in a span of two days with plenty of breaks, hahaha. Even more relief to have boarded our flight home from Heathrow Airport to KLIA. I remember falling asleep even before the flight took off because I missed the comfort of the soft chairs. When the flight attendants handed out the food twice, I ate was so happy because one, seafood and two, fooooood.</div>
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Here are the videos as promised before.<br />
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And finally, home sweet homeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.</div>
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Thank you to my travel partner, Lokman, for our honeymoon 3.0! Hehehe. Now, we are on to our next adventure which may require less travelling but more on learning because apparently we found out we are pregnant a month after we return from Europe. Lol.</div>
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juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-70335099630597673142016-06-07T14:19:00.000+08:002016-11-09T12:12:07.797+08:00Travelokz: JKT<div style="text-align: justify;">
About two weeks ago, I went to the land of shortforms - Jakarta, Indonesia. Indonesians sure have a thing with shortening names of things like WarBit for Warung Cubit, NasGor for Nasi Goreng and Polsek for Polis Sektor. Anyway, it was quite a brief trip but it is really meaningful to me and you can see why from this hastily edited video:</div>
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Now sure these are just snippets because I made this using a free video app hehehe. I have yet to install a proper video editor in my laptop so let's hope I could have the proper one before my next trip in July!</div>
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So my new roommate and I went to Jakarta to attend his friend's wedding but let's start from the beginning. </div>
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We arrived in Jakarta that Thursday night and headed straight to our AirBnB apartment. The apartment is in Pancoran Riverside and Margaret's housekeeper greeted us there. I thought I could finally rest but my roommate here discovered that his wallet was missing. Hence, we began our journey next morning by reporting about the missing wallet to the police folks (hence how we discovered what Polsek stands for) and cancelling credit/debit cards and calling the cab company to trace the wallet.</div>
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The traffic in Jakarta was no kidding. We travelled mostly by GrabCar and Uber around the city. Lokman said, he wouldn't ever drive in Jakarta even if someone gives him a Mercedes to drive there. It is pointless to ask me to drive here because I have always preferred not to drive anywhere. Hehe.</div>
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Anyway, these photos (above and below) were taken near Kalibata police station. We walked around to find shops that sell either sim cards or batik dresses. We found neither (but they do sell pets and photo frames and leathers by the roadside, how odd/cool is that?) and decided to head to the nearest shopping mall: Kota Kasablanka. </div>
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We didn't take much photos inside the mall because it looks a lot similar like Pavilion Mall in Malaysia. But we were surprised because the security check was rather strict. Other than that, we tried to find a cinema here to experience watching movies like a local. They don't have that, or maybe we couldn't find it yet they do have swimming pool at the gym upstairs. Haha!</div>
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Lokman scored a new pair of sandals from Eiger because he lost his previous one before our wedding. He hadn't stopped talking about how he wanted to get a new one in Indonesia so I forced him to buy one regardless of the price so he would stop talking about it. Also, we got our local sim card here so that's one thing off the list. We then headed straight to the apartment to settle phone calls with his banks.</div>
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The solemnization of Lokman's university friend was held at Grand Sahid Jaya that Saturday morning. It was our first time experiencing Indonesian wedding so pardon the excitement! The ceremony was elaborative: there was akad (of course), Al-Quran recitations by the bride and groom, feet-washing ceremony and others. I couldn't watch up close because I am not a family member but it's nice enough to be given the chance to watch from where I stood here.</div>
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After the ceremony, we went to Tanah Abang to find our dresses for the reception that night. Both of us completely forgot that there were two separate events and we brought only one attire. Regardless, it was a good excuse for us to shop for new batik dresses and shirts!</div>
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We didn't take pictures at Tanah Abang because there were A LOT of people. We swam through a sea of human beings to get our stuffs and quickly left the place because it was about to rain plus rain equals to worse macet. So yeah, we walked like two kilometres away from Tanah Abang to get a GrabCar because the traffic near the place was the worst one everrr.</div>
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Later that night, the groom's friends who lived near our apartment gave us a lift to the hotel. We chatted on our way. They are also newly-wedded for around two months or so and I asked them to recommend us some local eateries. The wife suggested us to explore Tebet and the husband took us through Tebet road to show us the places on our way back home after the reception.</div>
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Anyway, here are the photos of the reception:</div>
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The wedding was held in the same hotel and it was truly joyous and merry. We had such a great time and there was so many food! My roommate and I, of course, we tried everything. Every food that they served... well, except for this one food we missed because our tummy just had enough with all the lambs and satay and nasi berlauk and mushroom soup with pastry top and cakes and the list goes on.</div>
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Nevertheless, we had quite the cultural shock because the seats were limited. By limited, I mean there were like twenty seats but hundreds of guests. Thus, most of us had to eat while standing which is actually okay... except that the plates were a wee bit too heavy especially with all the food we dumped into each of the plates. Sure they laid out few tables but most of guests just held their plates and ate as usual. The locals seemed to be doing okay, so I figured - let's do like the locals do! </div>
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The following day was our final full day in Jakarta. So we planned to head to Monumen Nasional (MoNas) in the evening and Tebet after sunset.</div>
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It was a fine evening and there was quite the crowd around the National Monument. We saw locals picnicking and taking pictures and playing kites around the area. There were families, couples, tourists and many others around here. Like a true tourist, we took pictures and videos here then head straight to the ticketing counter to get into the mini museum. The monument holds huge ass sculptures on the walls inside and plenty of dioramas to tell the recorded history of Indonesia.</div>
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After the full tour around MoNas, we began our food journey at the nearby food court. We ordered fresh coconut drink and ayam penyet. To be honest, the ayam penyet didn't impress me and I prefer the ones from Pecel Lele, Padang Jawa here in Klang. But I was hungry from all the walks so sure it probably tasted just as great.</div>
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Later we packed, slept and headed straight to the airport next morning to return to Malaysia. Also, Lokman's friend who had been in touch with the cab company we first took when we arrived in Jakarta told us that his wallet was found but it was in another district. We couldn't get to that district in fear that we would miss our flight home. But thank you, Raldi, for collecting his wallet and handed it to a friend who was returning to Malaysia few weeks later.<br />
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So, I think I have written so much for someone who has not been updating her blog for almost half a year. Basically, I am just too lazy to wrap this one up. Also, pardon me for writing this like a lame school essay because I am really just here out of spite trying to procrastinate and avoid doing my assignments. And sure because Hawa kept telling me to document my little journey here (so here's for you, woman!)</div>
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Today is my birthday. 24th.</div>
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I am lying on the bed as I am typing these down. The bed isn't mine, neither the pillows. But the blanket is mine and I have had it since 2001. Other than that, everything else belongs to the man currently lying on his front by my side.</div>
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The man just chuckled from something hilarious (I suppose) he read from a football's website. He was having trouble with his phone so he had to use the laptop for football updates. He has been at it for the past half an hour.</div>
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I am in this man's room. I have been in this man's room for the past week. I have slept in his bed and he has slept in mine.</div>
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I got engaged six weeks ago.<br />
I am getting married in the next five weeks - plus minus.<br />
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I also chose not to care about your petty opinions of me and my family.<br />
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Us human are bound to changes.</div>
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It would be a lie if I have never accused him of 'changing'. And after long considerations, I found myself rather dumb to expect him to never change.</div>
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Good thing I am able to embrace changes now - it is inevitable, no matter how hard you argue with someone for whatever 'changes' that you see in your eyes.</div>
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Back then when we were both studying, I would have him as company as we both struggle with our assignments together but in separate places. </div>
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Now I am struggling alone late at night as he sleeps and reenergizes for work tomorrow.</div>
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Back then we could have endless conversation and late night pillow talks when we can.</div>
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Now my assignments are heavier and I work hours to juggle between one and another as he gets his good night sleeps on weekdays.</div>
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Back then I could simply go north and visit him to escape the reality.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">I am no longer surprised that I actually have read too many books about death. One time, I told Lokman about my weakness. And now, I am going to tell you the exact same thing. I often feel that it is rather easy for me to grab any word that I want and arrange them to make them sound beautiful or, better yet, more accurate. However, I can never ever in my whole entire life - even after five years of studying language - that I am able to put together a string of words to express sympathy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #464646;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">She was last seen catching a frog early AM when my mother and sister were about to head to school. And she hadn't returned since, not for lunch nor for dinner. She loved her tuna - that is one thing we can all agree.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #464646;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">This morning, 19th June 2015, I woke up and showered feeling already burdened with thoughts of the missing fellow. So I got dressed and walked out in pursuit to find her. Within 10 minutes of searching, </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #464646;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">Three years ago, my sister's friend wanted to adopt a kitten so we took Bibijo from my mom's friend and kept her in our house. My sister's friend suddenly decided that he couldn't take the baby kitten. </span></span></div>
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I present you -- Putrajaya, in different views and time.<br />
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After what I could say countless of attempts to hike this little hill down at Semenyih, I FINALLY REACHED THE TOP. It's hilarious to look back and think how much I have crossed the bottom part to go places but never have yet hiked the hill - until last Sunday.</div>
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Lokman has hiked hills and mountains few times before and he really wanted to introduce me to the challenge. Frankly, I am not a fan of hiking despite my fanaticism towards the idea of exploration. Elevation does not suit me, I suppose, just like running doesn't equally appeal to me. In any way, I tagged along with him and his cousin Dayana with my little sister Ara to the mini hiking challenge of Broga hill in Semenyih.</div>
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Dayana said something about her wish to hike a particular local mountain. I like that idea, surely, but I really hope it isn't a day-trip. Kahkahkah. Pray to God for my poor stamina. Yes, it is nothing to boast really. I just refuse to allow these pictures to go to waste because, let's be honest, am I really gonna hike again? Well, probably, yes.</div>
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I wouldn't say I liked that trip as much because believe me there were tens, if not hundreds, of other hikers that morning. The top was really crowded and everybody was technically lining up to capture their photos on the huge rocks. Other than the amount of crowd, I think the trip was okay. I honestly had fun spending time with Lokman, his cousin and my sister.</div>
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Personally, I have to say that it was a good exercise and I'd probably have done better with ample rest and sleep beforehand. I did not sleep enough the night before due to several errands and I woke up at 4 AM to get ready. By 4.30 AM or so, we drove to Semenyih from my house. </div>
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It was most likely better for me because I had Lokman with me - NO, I AM NOT TRYING TO BE CHEESY. But I like it when I can depend on someone who knows more about stuffs that I have zero sense.</div>
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It was just a mini celebration for him starting off a new job in a permanent career world. Although we are celebrating him, he was the one who drove for us, carried our stuffs and telekung in his backpack, became the sweeper for the day and paid for our breakfast set. Thank YOU, dude.</div>
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On another note, I am anxious about this year - the only year I am actually living in the future. Aiyoyo. </div>
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juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-90463893874604544162015-05-12T23:46:00.000+08:002015-05-12T23:52:45.410+08:00So<br />
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There is no way else to put it.<br />
<br />juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-24000200074757287062015-04-23T11:47:00.000+08:002015-04-23T12:01:09.368+08:00oh happy days<div style="text-align: justify;">
I don't always know how to break good news to people without appearing like I am humble bragging. I learned that a lot of people cherish at the idea of your sufferings but not as many are sincerely happy with your achievements.</div>
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Nonetheless, if I must say I have sufferings, I probably do - I really feel like travelling with Lokman at times like this. Sure enough, I have to wait at least until December to get this thing that I want.</div>
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Anyway, I am happy for</div>
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doing well in class (by well, I mean I am not dying yet),</div>
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recently being offered a scholarship throughout the program,</div>
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Lokman commencing his training with an O&G company next month</div>
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and</div>
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yesterday this came in my inbox:</div>
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I honestly am not certain on how to react but surely I am thrilled.</div>
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I cannot allow myself to show the remaining of the email but I have also been invited to Ipoh for the launching of the anthology in October.</div>
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Pardon my ecstaticism for this is my first opportunity to have my work published.</div>
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I did not submit my work solely for publication but it was actually one way I could do to commemorate my memories of journeys to the north in the past five years.</div>
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No, I do not actually intend to be an author despite I used to have such ambition when I was in school. I suppose I am always inclined to teaching... which is why I just dropped my CV for a lecturer position last week.</div>
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Huh.</div>
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Thank you for reading regardless my having no idea why you are here.</div>
juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-75479825069924737182015-01-28T02:23:00.001+08:002015-01-29T17:34:25.587+08:00parenting shoes<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Not all of us wants to be our parents. </div>
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But most people strive to be better (or what they think is better).</div>
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The society places a certain standard for parents worldwide to make sure that children are raised as perfectly as possible.</div>
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But there is no perfect way to raise children,</div>
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just as much as there is no perfect parents.</div>
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I have no experience as a parent. Even being the eldest child isn't close to parenting.</div>
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But I made an effort to put together plenty of people's experiences as both children and parents and analyse how I think about it.</div>
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Parents make mistakes. Human makes mistakes. Parents are human.</div>
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And this is a concept often failed to be accepted by most people worldwide.</div>
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Most parents who have made mistakes in the past are often haunted with the thoughts that their children would compare their deeds to their past.</div>
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And most children actually do that.</div>
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What parents need to understand is: most children aspire to be their parents.</div>
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What children need to understand is: most parents aspire their children to do better than they did.</div>
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Hence, here is where the conflict comes in.</div>
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As children, you are expected to take the elders' advices.</div>
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As parents, you are expected to listen to what your children want/need.</div>
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Yet those expectations are sort of perplexing, aren't they? Quite a dilemma for both sides from how I see it. </div>
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As children, you want to be allowed to choose your own path and learn from your own mistakes</div>
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YET you also want to obey to your parents and listen to the guidances they could offer.</div>
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As parents, you want to give advice your children and avoid them from repeating your mistakes </div>
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YET you also want to allow them to choose their own paths and learn from their own mistakes.</div>
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So does it work really? Surely these conflicts are easily solved for authoritative parents and tolerable children.</div>
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But how does it work in a family institution led by authoritarian or permissive parents?</div>
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Could the parents listen and allow their children to have a say AND the children listen and allow their parents to offer advice?</div>
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Huh.<br />
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But most of us turns out to be somehow like our parents.</div>
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juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-4695415065187108302015-01-27T01:16:00.001+08:002015-01-27T02:25:11.661+08:00breaking the long hiatusHi.<br />
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I know I have not been publishing anything for a long time. I doubt anyone even notice me.<br />
So, Happy New Year - though I am almost a month late.<br />
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I have been happier, I should admit this.<br />
When I turned 23 in December, I took a week to come clean. I sit alone most of the time and rethought and replayed many memories.<br />
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I decided to let go many things.<br />
I decided to forgive many people.<br />
I decided to forget many casualties.<br />
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These decisions are the best I have made in two decades of living.<br />
I stop holding grudges to those who were mean to me verbally or physically or mentally.<br />
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AND THUS I AM HAPPIER.<br />
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I am starting a brand new phase of life. So, in these several months it would be a good decision to keep myself positive. <br />
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For 28 days, I've muted negativity on my social media and learned to skip bad influences.<br />
Surely I haven't completely succeeded this. But I am absolutely determined.<br />
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All in all, forgive me - if you'd known me personally or virtually - for my wrongdoings. If you wish to personally address any of my offensive behaviour and to demand personal apologies, PLEASE, by all means do contact me.<br />
Thank you for your presence and involvement in my life in any manner and any time. I truly appreciate it.<br />
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I get to join Masters programme of the similar course to my degree.<br />
In case, it is important to update about whatever I am doing with my life now.<br />
And possibly tie the legal knot soon enough.<br />
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Have a good year, folks!<br />
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<br />juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-70183096319192077702014-09-03T09:09:00.000+08:002014-09-03T09:09:45.573+08:00for you,<div dir="ltr">
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Things worth mentioning as a reminder to all of us:</div>
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1. You cannot prove sincerity.<br />
2. The pain we feel is always not the same as how others feel.<br />
3. The thing about pain is they demand to be felt.<br />
4. Love is blind... at one point or every other points altogether.<br />
5. Ponder this: is being judgemental part of human nature?</div>
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Yes, that I-have-nothing-to-do-so-better-lie-down-on-the floor-and-think-about-life-as-a-whole moments are here. I am not bored, not even too occupied.</div>
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I must have read some deep thought-provoking books wayyy too much.</div>
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Pardonez-moi, mes amis.</div>
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juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-40914895895582096842014-07-09T05:38:00.001+08:002014-07-09T14:58:47.780+08:00one metaphorically bloody sprint<div dir="ltr">
You know what am I doing now? <br />
Blogging (obviously) while waiting for Subuh.</div>
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I have just printed the final term paper an hour ago and submitted my thesis for hardbound few hours ago.</div>
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You know how I feel few minutes ago?<br />
Free. I feel free.</div>
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How I feel now?<br />
Shitty. Yes.</div>
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Why?<br />
Because I am not so free after all.</div>
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I may offend people here so you might wanna stop reading if you don't want to get hurt.</div>
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So I worked my ass off day and night to get my thesis and assignment done. </div>
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But several minutes prior printing out my final one, I found out that my sharing happiness about my assignment to other people can be depressing to some.</div>
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Okay. Sorry. Really, sorry.</div>
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I listen to people's progress all the time and I get very excited for them -- </div>
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because I look forward to reading other people's final work. </div>
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And I find them progressing so quickly as a motivation -- <br />
if they can do that, I can do it too!</div>
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So I worked my own battle with these final thesis and term papers.</div>
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When I don't get enough sleep, people say that's not healthy. But I do sleep, six hours. Sometimes when I am less worried, I could go up to nine hours. </div>
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I go to the library wayyy too often compared to previous semesters -- okay, actually the only semester I spent night and days at the library for weeks.</div>
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I came home to people watching drama and YouTube and series and stuff. I was envious. </div>
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How do they get to watch all stuffs when I could only be favoriting and subscribing and refraining myself from watching stuffs I like?</div>
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I came home to empty house sometimes -- because they went out for outings and meetings and cinemas and stuffs. </div>
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How could they hang out so much when I have to carefully mind my budget to pay for my thesis hardbound covers?</div>
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With my library gang, they always tell me that they have finished doing this and that. And I feel so motivated when they do this. My friends announce on Twitter how they have done plenty of chapters while I was crawling with my front chapters. </div>
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But I found those rather motivating. </div>
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It often comforts me to have someone who have accomplished so many so I could refer to them while I am doing mine.</div>
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Yet one day, I came home and someone told me off. </div>
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Someone told me that I should "stop rubbing my happiness on their face". </div>
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Someone told me that "it's not wrong to share my happiness but it is annoying".</div>
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It happened.<br />
And I was crushed.</div>
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I look forward to graduate together with everybody because we have been through many together. <br />
Yet, at the last point, I was rubbed off. <br />
Yet, in the end, my motivation does not matter.<br />
Yet, my asking people's progress is considered rude.</div>
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Yet, this is how I get to end one bloody of a hell sprint.</div>
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Okay? K.<br />
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footnote: I was hit by fever few times during this final sprint. Praying for better health ahead. Ramadan Kareem to everybody and happy fasting!</div>
juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-76031914717472561012014-06-19T05:48:00.003+08:002015-04-24T23:26:35.060+08:00finally finalBelieve it or not, today I have finished my final class as a TESL student. I am expected to graduate this year.<br />
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Am I ready? I don't suppose I have a choice. Even if I do, I am.<br />
What will happen next? I am never certain of that.<br />
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People always come up with dumb questions like - what will you do next? Will you get married? What are you aiming for now? Will you graduate soon?<br />
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No idea.<br />
Yes, like everyone else will.<br />
Be happy.<br />
HEAVEN, YES.<br />
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I itch to travel lately but I accept that I have to bury the itchiness deep down within my bones at let them be there. I shall ignore the itchiness to save my future from total jeopardy.<br />
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As I am writing this, I have less than a week to submit my Academic Exercise (sort of like your Final Year Project or infamous Term Paper, for some) apart from one journal, three essay papers and two final exams within the span of three weeks.<br />
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Crazy, huh? Nope.<br />
I am typing this in the university library listening to whatever Spotify plays for me.<br />
It's 5.47 am and I have been here since 12.30 am.<br />
Not crazy at all. This is not my first time.<br />
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I need a bloody good run. A damn bloody good run.<br />
<br />juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-4134423143858478202014-06-07T22:17:00.002+08:002014-06-07T22:17:49.645+08:00bloody good run<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This is not where I am supposed to be
at this moment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am approximately two weeks away from
the finishing line of my whole Bachelor in Education journey. I am supposed to be head over heels with my
Academic Exercise and other remaining coursework. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But I am sleepy. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My sleeping time is
all over the place. I was wide awake at 5 am and passed out two hours after
that.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And I am depressed. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes, unexplainably
depressed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lokman thinks I think too much. I
think him thinking of me thinking too much as a prompt accusation… which of
course I had to agree now.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am unable to control my strings of
thoughts. But this is not abnormal, really. I talk way too much with Lokman
recently yet I have not much to say to other people. I’d rather listen to them.
Then again, it would be rude if I just keep silent when socializing. When I
tell stories (except to Lokman), my thoughts were disrupted halfway through the
story-telling. And then I couldn’t tell if I was making sense or not.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No, I still don’t think anything is
wrong with me. </span></span></div>
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Perhaps that explains why I am jolly happy when Lokman comes home or calls me after class. I vent every thing possibly as much as I can. And then, I just go on silent mode.</div>
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Poor man. He must be confused. Ha ha. Sorry, though.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I thought maybe I just need a good run. I need a bloody good
run.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But I cannot because of all these
baggage of assignments and essays to do.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I need a bloody good run.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-74355222500036611632014-02-23T04:16:00.000+08:002014-02-23T04:16:49.994+08:00fall<br />
Have you ever fallen in love...<br />
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more than once...<br />
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with the same person...<br />
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possibly every week...<br />
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in a span of more than eight years?<br />
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That is the only kind of falling that I would want more<br />
and possibly will never get used to.<br />
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You should try it.<br />
In fact, everybody should.<br />
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(Hell, I'm gonna get a lot of hate replies from this post but la-la-la who cares.)juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-3676246024068706772014-01-20T20:44:00.003+08:002014-01-20T21:08:31.536+08:00petrol pump ramblesI am now working at a gas station.<br />
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Honestly I am just after the job because it is the closest I can get to my house. Seriously, just a walking distance.<br />
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Anyway, ada beberapa perkara that I wish to ramble here.<br />
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In all honesty, I think OAG companies in Malaysia are rich enough to publish iklan Hari Raya, Merdeka, Deepavali and all sorts of local celebrations. To my surprise, I wonder if they never thought of buat iklan pasal business transaction dekat gas station.<br />
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IMHO tak ramai yang tahu how to order for minyak thus menyusahkan both cashiers and customers. Dah tu bila ada kerugian, cashier pula yang kena bayar. Or at times, the customer.<br />
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This is what happens when you ask untuk isi minyak.<br />
1. You park your car at one of the pump stations.<br />
2. You order - say, RM10 PAM 5 RON95.<br />
3. Cashier enters the amount RM10; cashier clicks on the pump no 5; cashier clicks on RON95; cashier cashes in your money.<br />
4. Your minyak is readyyyy.<br />
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The problems come in many forms.<br />
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1. When customers are too lazy to buka mulut and just point their finger to their car. LIKE DUDE SERIOUSLY KERETA/MOTOR KAU MANA SATU - PAM 5 OR PAM 6? Do you think I am your neighbour and I know which one is your ride? I don't even know my neighbours' cars! Just sebut lah nombor pam or at least what colour/type of car is yours kalau tak nampak nombor tu.<br />
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2. When customers do not mention RON97 or RON95 or DIESEL. By default, the cashier will put in RON95 for you because most people here use RON95. When you do not say which one of the fuels do you require, RON95 is the only fuel opened for you. JADI KALAU NAK RON97 OR DIESEL, PLEASE DO TELL THEM.<br />
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3. When customers nak isian minyak penuh. YOU SHOULD DEPOSIT YOUR MONEY. There were many cases involving nak isi minyak penuh and cashier masukkan RM100 in the system and the customer isi and run off after dah isi. YES, TAK BAYAR. Guess who has to pay on their behalf? THE CASHIER WHO CASHES IN THE FUEL. Mannn, I ain't gonna pay your fuel with my hard-earned salaries. HELL NO.<br />
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Okay, so, say you want to isi penuh - THE CASHIER DOES NOT KNOW METER TANGKI MINYAK HANGPA KAT MANA. So you really have to guess for your own car. I DON'T EVEN KNOW ISI PENUH HILUX BERAPA OR KANCIL BERAPA OR AVANZA BERAPA. When you give me RM50, I will cash in RM50. If you give me RM100, I will cash in RM 100 even for a motorcycle. YES. THEN KAU AMBIL LAH BAKI KAU.<br />
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In three months I have worked there, dah dua kali customer mengamuk pasal isian minyak penuh. One dude and one dudette. Both with big cars with unfortunately little manners.<br />
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Case 1<br />
This dude came to my counter and said PAM 10, isi penuh.<br />
He left without giving me any cash. Out of sympathy, I cashed him RM100 sebab ya lah, kalau tak cash in nanti tak keluar lah minyaknya.<br />
He came back to me after isi and shouted,<br />
"DIK, ABANG KATA ISI MINYAK PENUH KAN."<br />
I replied, "Abang pergi selepas order tak bagi duit pun. Jadi saya masukkan RM100. Mana lah saya tahu kereta abang penuh berapa."<br />
And he said, "Lain kali tanya lah dulu."<br />
BUT DUDE, YOU LEFT ME AS SOON AS YOU ORDERED. LIKE WHAAAAAAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.<br />
And I said, "jadi sekarang abang nak saya masukkan lagi berapa?"<br />
He just threw me the RM100 note and said, "Tak payah lah."<br />
THANKS DUDE. SERIOUSLY.<br />
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Case 2<br />
So this woman came to me and said PAM 11, isi penuh.<br />
Learned from my lesson, I quickly said, "Kak, kena deposit dulu kak."<br />
She seemed puzzled and said, "Kenapa kena deposit? Kalau isi dulu tak boleh?"<br />
I replied casually, "Akak letak duit, saya masukkan. Kalau ada baki, akak datang ambil."<br />
Deep in my heart, I really wanted to say - bukannya Petronas ni nak larikan baki akak punnn.<br />
She gave me RM50 and left. After isi, she came back to me.<br />
"DIK KAN AKAK KATA ISI PENUH?"<br />
I said, "Akak bagi RM50 saya masukkan lah RM50."<br />
She grumbled, "RM50 mana cukup dik."<br />
Deep down, I really wanted to say - dah kalau tak cukup, bagi lah lebihhhhh.<br />
But I replied instead, "Akak nak saya tambah berapa sekarang ni?"<br />
"Tak payah lah. Menyusahkan orang je."<br />
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Sorry, but some people may not know yang dalam Malaysia ni tak semua orang jujur. These are two separate lessons I learned from the experience of other cashiers from my place.<br />
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Case One<br />
This woman requested for isian minyak penuh. So the cashier said, "Saya masuk RM100, akak isi dulu and kemudian datang bayar." The woman isi minyak sampai RM70+ and never returned to pay. Mungkin dia lupa or what not but the cashier had to pay for her fuel.<br />
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Case Two<br />
So this boy came and asked for isian minyak penuh. He clearly said he wanted to isi dulu and then datang bayar. The cashier asked her colleague who is on duty at forecourt to watch over the kid. After he has done isi, he paid half of the minyak dia isi because dia tak cukup duit. He used the name of his religion to convince the station workers that he will come again later to pay the remaining balance. He never came.<br />
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Pardon me, customers. The transaction mungkin melecehkan awak tapi these cashiers have dealt with thousands of people and they have definitely learned their lessons from previous transactions. Takkan nak harapkan these cashiers yang bayarkan untuk semua orang. Some of them probably earned even less than what you make in a month.<br />
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Honest rambles. I am resigning in few weeks. So these are my says.<br />
Oh and I refuse to proofread this post because I need to shower. Gubai.<br />
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<br />juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-272335640418093042014-01-20T19:40:00.003+08:002014-01-20T19:40:47.492+08:00not too late for 2014I have not written anything since like last year.<br />
No jokes but Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2014 and happy birthday to all who celebrates within the time span of which I have done nothing to my blog - not even a visit.<br />
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Did I get busier?<br />
I suppose, yes. I got a part-time job way too sooner than I expected. I was called for an interview on November 13th and I started right away on November 14th. The exact next day, yes.<br />
And I have been working nine hours a day ever since.<br />
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Oh, I am cashier at a gas station near my place. Cashier, again.<br />
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Did I travel?<br />
Well yes I definitely did!<br />
Not anywhere outside my country but I went north and south. Good enough with a working schedule like mine.<br />
My family attended my cousin's wedding in Kedah last December and the usual folks and I went to Melaka few weeks ago.<br />
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I shall travel north again as soon as I resign from my part-time job.<br />
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Did I make any progress with my AE?<br />
Nope. Next question.<br />
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How do I feel about my job?<br />
Terribly a good experience. I mean, I have been a cashier at a fast food restaurant and a school's bookstore before but this one at the gas station is waaayyy too advanced for a cashier.<br />
You really have to be smart and efficient.<br />
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But I am gonna tell about it in a separate post.<br />
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Righto. Going to compose the separate post right away before I decide to do it in 2015.<br />
Toods.juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-69777331704991344032013-10-26T20:04:00.000+08:002013-10-26T20:04:30.193+08:00random travels<br />
Monday;<br />
I came home from school.<br />
I showered. I took a nap.<br />
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I woke up.<br />
I sent a text to him: <i>We are going to Penang tomorrow</i>.<br />
He agreed.<br />
I resumed my nap.<br />
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Tuesday;<br />
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We brought only our phone cameras. Thus, most photos are captured using Galaxy S4, Nexus and iPhone.<br />
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Pardon my randomness, folks.<br />
Next in mind: Terengganu!juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-84557457997092430932013-10-21T11:17:00.004+08:002013-10-21T11:17:55.913+08:00life as we expect it<br />
You know what's odd?<br />
One day, you overheard someone said that God loves you more when He gives you hardship like some kind of test.<br />
Because apparently when God is testing us human, He is actually paying close attention to our life and behaviour and reactions.<br />
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And then you innocently thought, 'well, I guess my life is pretty smooth and easy for now. Maybe He doesn't love me as much as those in the middle of genocide war or those battling with diseases.'<br />
Purely innocent.<br />
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Huge mistake.<br />
<br />
Bam! Things came in.<br />
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You know what's weirder than these odds?<br />
When God tests you with good offers.<br />
Yes, instead of throwing you into a war of people killing one another or on a hospital bed surviving cancer, He gives you great life-changing offers instead.<br />
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So, say, He gave you two good choices to improve your future life. Both are tempting offers; and you get both on the same day. The thing is you can only choose ONE.<br />
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ONE out of these many choices. And you want both.<br />
Two delicious cakes served on a plate and you can only choose one.<br />
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You sat there thinking and pondering. You were unable to give your answer.<br />
Speechless. Out of words.<br />
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These great opportunities will normally turn up in everyone's life. But normally, they do not turn up at the same time.<br />
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When they do, yeah, all hells break lose.<br />
Choice 1 wants you to choose them.<br />
Choice 2 is just as tempting as Choice 1.<br />
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This shall pass, you know.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">footnote: I am learning to hate weekends.</span>juraikhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448453620828398972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165915945334746292.post-79737345813421739032013-10-19T02:49:00.002+08:002013-10-19T15:56:30.502+08:00besotted<i>Don't get me wrong. This is a guilty pleasure.</i><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like you, very much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like you when you are healthy and when you are sick.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like you when you are happy and when you are not. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like you when you are friendly and when you are
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like how you drive, when you multitask in between
talking to me and focusing on the road and glancing towards my side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like how you complain about some drivers but never blurt
sexist or racist remarks while at that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like how you brag about how perfect you park your
car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like how you talk to your car, as if it is your closest company. Because I believe it is.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like how you keep your car tidy with the exception
of those used tissues inside bottom pocket of your door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like how you offer me the small olive green
rectangle cushions at the back of your car when I feel drowsy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like how you explain about the needs of your car as
if I could do something about it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like the way you listen to me rambling about
anything --<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">you’d look at me attentively and<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">you’d leer around my scarf and <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">you’d sip on your drink and<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">you’d nod when you approve and<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">you’d frown when you disagree and<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">you’d chuckle at my lame jokes and<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">you’d laugh at my absurdity and<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">you’d smile at my revelations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">These small gestures, well, I love them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like how your appearance changes over the course of
years --<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">small then, tougher now;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">messy then, sharper now;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">fair then, darker now;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">petite then, taller now,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">and those parts that have never changed --<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">your hair: dark, wavy and messy;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">your eyes: dark brown, glistening and round;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">your lips: pale pink, curved and full.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like the way you are around me --<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">the way you look at me like you have not seen me in decades;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">the way you leer at my clothes like I have the best
wardrobe in the world;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">the way you sip on your drink slowly with those full
lips of yours;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">the way you nod at something delightful like they are
your best dessert;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">the way you frown at something unpleasant like they
are your worst steak;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">the way you chuckle at little amusing things like they invisibly tickle you;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">the way you laugh at humorous subjects like they are
the joke of the century;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">the way you smile at the world like nothing ever
bothers you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I like you. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I have liked you throughout these eight
years. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And I will still like you, probably, even more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Footnote: I haven't posted for what have got to be like seventy years because I was very busy being a trainee teacher and I may have plenty to write before this but they all went into draft section due to my tight schedule thus unable me to finish my barf of intellectual opinions.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Congratulations, you earn yourself my very own barf of cheesy emotional thing instead with long footnote as a bonus. Yeayyy, not.</span></div>
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