Hana's wedding was most probably the nicest wedding I've been to.
And yes, I know the statement is totally biased since she's my super cool girl friend; but I'm being super honest here. She's one of the people I know is not keen on spending too much on lavish wedding occasion (but I predicted she'd be a bridezilla - she wasn't too much of a bridezilla; except during the day before her nikah, I woke up to hundreds of Whatsapp messages sent by the her mostly about the bridesmaids' dresses. Totally not surprised.) so I looked forward to this special occasion.
Pictures from my phone.
And yes, I know the statement is totally biased since she's my super cool girl friend; but I'm being super honest here. She's one of the people I know is not keen on spending too much on lavish wedding occasion (but I predicted she'd be a bridezilla - she wasn't too much of a bridezilla; except during the day before her nikah, I woke up to hundreds of Whatsapp messages sent by the her mostly about the bridesmaids' dresses. Totally not surprised.) so I looked forward to this special occasion.
Pictures from my phone.
Moments before her akad.
Love this pelamin the most!
Us.
The bridesmaids' dresses were made by the same tailor who made her nikah dress. Love the workmanship, hate the service.
Berebut the bunga tangan with Jua hahaha.
Kudos to Masjid Bukit Jelutong for the amazing interior; highly recommended if you ever want to have a nice place for akad.
The next day was the reception for both sides, and you know what's amazing?
The groom who makes the effort to surprise the bride singing Anuar Zain's Sedetik Lebih in front of hundreds of guests.
I practically ran to the stage to record the singing and take tons of pictures. Sucker for romantic gestures, yes.
Married like a boss!
One of the perks having your boyfriend back for good - weekend outings are never the same anymore, with him around.
(Though he has to commute Terengganu - KL now that he's staying with his family. Poor guy I told him he can have all the time he wants back home so that he doesn't have to commute so much cause he'll be in KL after he starts working lol)
So now, I have a plus one for weddings, a movie partner, a lunch/dinner partner, and of course, a personal shopping assistant.
Me : *sends him a shopping list, conveniently includes the compulsory ones along with heels*
Him : What on earth do you need new heels for?
Me : Oh this is nice (picks up a glasses frame) do you like it?
Him : No.
Me : Let's drop by Ampang Park, they have nice baju kurung and kaftans. I need a purple one for Hana's wedding.
Him : I thought you already have one in purple?
There's no winning with this guy.
But the one thing he lets me have - a new pouch for my makeup pouch!
The current state of my makeup pouch. I've used this since 2009, I think.
I was holding on to it cause it was my first Betseyville and I got it from an outlet in Fukuoka, Japan during one of my trips visiting the boyfriend there. Can still remember the store we went to and how happy I was when we found the Betseyville stuff - it's quite difficult to find the range in Japan, so I was ecstatic to get my hands on it.
After years, it was of a sentimental value to me, I've been carrying it around in my bag for as long as I can remember. Even if I was looking for a substitute when the zipper stuck, nothing could replace it my heart (and bag), I thought.
Until I found a Tokidoki pouch at Isetan, KLCC.
Still not over my Tokidoki phase, apparently. Thank God this one was discounted for so much less than its original price.
Boyfriend-approved!
I don't really like being reminded of sad experience, but ones that make you realize and reassess the value of life stuck with me for quite some time.
My friend's akad nikah was last weekend, and something happened that changed our lives forever.
Friday, 16th August
Her akad nikah was scheduled after Asar, so we (the bridesmaids) were rustling in her's and her sister's room getting ready. She was having her makeup done in her room. I was putting on my scarf, the other bridesmaids were doing their scarves as well while some were already ready.
So the bride asked some of the girls to call her photographer to check on her as Asar is approaching and we have to make way to the masjid soon for the akad. So the girls did, but no one answered.
Then, a few minutes later, someone called from the photographer's phone. My friend, the one whose task was to call the photographer before answered.
"Please tell this phone owner's relatives that she's been involved in a car accident and is badly injured"
My friend was devastated. She quickly informed us and we were contemplating telling the bride as she's had much more in her hands - getting ready for the ceremony and all; but we did anyhow as it is important. So the girls called the photographer's fiance and family to relay the message.
"I hope she's fine..hope she's not badly injured"
We were worried about the photographer upon hearing the news, but thank God some of the girls knew other photographers who were available to cover for the evening. So we made our way to the masjid after Asar, continued with the ceremony which went so well and had a great time.
Then Maghrib came and we went to perform solat inside the praying area. By the time we got out to the hall area, I saw my friend (the bride) were talking with her new husband and some of the girls. It looked like a serious conversation, so I asked them what happened.
The photographer had just passed away from the accident. She was Nadia Zahari.
I didn't know who she was, but for the rest of the evening, it was obvious that we were deeply affected by the incident. The bride of course was crying as she knew arwah before; and the fact that arwah passed away on her way to do her event's photoshoot didn't help. Us, the bridesmaids, spent most of the time when we were not needed for the event in the guest room comforting each other. We didn't even know arwah but it affected us somehow - it was a weird feeling.
I never want to ever feel like that, ever again. I was thinking about her family, her fiancé, her photographer friends mostly - some of the photographers who covered for her that night are her friends too, and they were crying when they found out about it. I was thinking about how her fiance had prepared for their upcoming wedding and how proud her family was of their daughter who was about to graduate.
I can only imagine what they're feeling. Then again, only those who've lost their loved ones would understand.
The reason I'm writing it here is because of this :
So if you have any information related to this, please contact the numbers above and help the family. It makes me realize how we can never know what's going to happen next - you can only plan, but it's all in Allah's hands. How short life can be and how we're always taking it for granted. How unprepared we are when we have all these time to improve for the better, for a better servant to Allah before it was too late.
That night, all of us were so worried about driving back home. Some girls came with their other half, but some came alone so we were so worried about each other's safety - driving has never been so terrifying, after hearing what happened to arwah.
As far as I know, arwah was loved by many and her loss was devastating. For me, I can only pray that she will rest in peace surrounded with Allah's greatness and given His blessings and forgiveness.
May Allah help her loved ones to go through this difficult time. Al-Fatihah.
My friend's akad nikah was last weekend, and something happened that changed our lives forever.
Friday, 16th August
Her akad nikah was scheduled after Asar, so we (the bridesmaids) were rustling in her's and her sister's room getting ready. She was having her makeup done in her room. I was putting on my scarf, the other bridesmaids were doing their scarves as well while some were already ready.
So the bride asked some of the girls to call her photographer to check on her as Asar is approaching and we have to make way to the masjid soon for the akad. So the girls did, but no one answered.
Then, a few minutes later, someone called from the photographer's phone. My friend, the one whose task was to call the photographer before answered.
"Please tell this phone owner's relatives that she's been involved in a car accident and is badly injured"
My friend was devastated. She quickly informed us and we were contemplating telling the bride as she's had much more in her hands - getting ready for the ceremony and all; but we did anyhow as it is important. So the girls called the photographer's fiance and family to relay the message.
"I hope she's fine..hope she's not badly injured"
We were worried about the photographer upon hearing the news, but thank God some of the girls knew other photographers who were available to cover for the evening. So we made our way to the masjid after Asar, continued with the ceremony which went so well and had a great time.
Then Maghrib came and we went to perform solat inside the praying area. By the time we got out to the hall area, I saw my friend (the bride) were talking with her new husband and some of the girls. It looked like a serious conversation, so I asked them what happened.
The photographer had just passed away from the accident. She was Nadia Zahari.
I didn't know who she was, but for the rest of the evening, it was obvious that we were deeply affected by the incident. The bride of course was crying as she knew arwah before; and the fact that arwah passed away on her way to do her event's photoshoot didn't help. Us, the bridesmaids, spent most of the time when we were not needed for the event in the guest room comforting each other. We didn't even know arwah but it affected us somehow - it was a weird feeling.
I never want to ever feel like that, ever again. I was thinking about her family, her fiancé, her photographer friends mostly - some of the photographers who covered for her that night are her friends too, and they were crying when they found out about it. I was thinking about how her fiance had prepared for their upcoming wedding and how proud her family was of their daughter who was about to graduate.
I can only imagine what they're feeling. Then again, only those who've lost their loved ones would understand.
The reason I'm writing it here is because of this :
So if you have any information related to this, please contact the numbers above and help the family. It makes me realize how we can never know what's going to happen next - you can only plan, but it's all in Allah's hands. How short life can be and how we're always taking it for granted. How unprepared we are when we have all these time to improve for the better, for a better servant to Allah before it was too late.
That night, all of us were so worried about driving back home. Some girls came with their other half, but some came alone so we were so worried about each other's safety - driving has never been so terrifying, after hearing what happened to arwah.
As far as I know, arwah was loved by many and her loss was devastating. For me, I can only pray that she will rest in peace surrounded with Allah's greatness and given His blessings and forgiveness.
May Allah help her loved ones to go through this difficult time. Al-Fatihah.
So this is why I've been so busy last weekend.
More pictures coming up (from my phone since I couldn't be bothered using the camera, too bulky and my dress didn't have a pocket) but I've got to sort myself out first. Been away the whole weekend and my bag is still there at the corner of my room, untouched.
This is one special wedding for a special person, and she truly deserves all the beautiful things in it. Still can't believe this would be the end of our sleepovers, but I still love you Hana! :*
P/S : The CREATIVO team made the awesome video, so go to their FB page for enquiries. They shoot and edited the nikah video on the same day so the newlyweds could play the video during their reception the next day :O Awesomeness.
(read about her engagement here & here)
More pictures coming up (from my phone since I couldn't be bothered using the camera, too bulky and my dress didn't have a pocket) but I've got to sort myself out first. Been away the whole weekend and my bag is still there at the corner of my room, untouched.
This is one special wedding for a special person, and she truly deserves all the beautiful things in it. Still can't believe this would be the end of our sleepovers, but I still love you Hana! :*
P/S : The CREATIVO team made the awesome video, so go to their FB page for enquiries. They shoot and edited the nikah video on the same day so the newlyweds could play the video during their reception the next day :O Awesomeness.
(read about her engagement here & here)
Because I've always wanted to do this song, but just didn't get the right feeling, right time, right place. Tonight feels like the exact moment I've been waiting for.
Play with caution though; it's a super raw version and I don't fancy myself as singer and I still suck at guitar even after these years and you can hear Azan towards the end of the song (my bad, I didn't realize until after a few minutes - hence the voice volume reduction towards the end haha lol.) Kinda just played this song on Youtube (the Sara Bareilles version is so much better!) and realized how many years it's been; took out the rusty guitar and played.
Too many flaws, I know, but uploading just so I'd remember this feeling about this song I felt tonight.
"I get lost in the beauty
Of everything I see
The world ain't half as bad
As they paint it to be"
Apart from entertaining baby niece, I don't think there's so much change when it comes to Raya these past few years.
It's my second Raya handing out duit Raya though; and am still finding a way to come to terms with it.
I'm always regarded as a "baby sister" among my siblings, even though I have a younger brother cause simply put - he likes to act like a big brother to all of us. Sometimes, though, he would sulk over something (stupid) and lock himself somewhere quiet but most of the time, he's the I'm-a-macho-big-brother-you-should-pay-attention-to-me kind of annoying brother.
So me giving out duit Raya was weird. But this year is better since no one sees me as young enough to be given duit Raya to! Sheesh.
One thing for sure, the only difference this year is there was only me and the brother this year to beraya with Mum on Raya morning - sisters were off to their inlaws' as it's their husbands' turn for this year. It was weird. Almost felt like it wasn't Raya without my big sisters.
Mum : So for you, you'll have to spend Raya at Terengganu lah ya? Must be strong k? Kak Ni (my eldest sister) dulu, she cried her eyes out even though Abang (my brother in-law)'s kampung is 20 minutes away. It's ok, I don't mind where you and your sisters will be spending your Raya since you girls will have husbands and in-laws so must obey your husband ok?
Me : *curled lips, tried not to cry, eyes were watery anyways*
Trying hard not to think about next Raya. Sob.
It's my second Raya handing out duit Raya though; and am still finding a way to come to terms with it.
I'm always regarded as a "baby sister" among my siblings, even though I have a younger brother cause simply put - he likes to act like a big brother to all of us. Sometimes, though, he would sulk over something (stupid) and lock himself somewhere quiet but most of the time, he's the I'm-a-macho-big-brother-you-should-pay-attention-to-me kind of annoying brother.
So me giving out duit Raya was weird. But this year is better since no one sees me as young enough to be given duit Raya to! Sheesh.
One thing for sure, the only difference this year is there was only me and the brother this year to beraya with Mum on Raya morning - sisters were off to their inlaws' as it's their husbands' turn for this year. It was weird. Almost felt like it wasn't Raya without my big sisters.
Mum : So for you, you'll have to spend Raya at Terengganu lah ya? Must be strong k? Kak Ni (my eldest sister) dulu, she cried her eyes out even though Abang (my brother in-law)'s kampung is 20 minutes away. It's ok, I don't mind where you and your sisters will be spending your Raya since you girls will have husbands and in-laws so must obey your husband ok?
Me : *curled lips, tried not to cry, eyes were watery anyways*
Trying hard not to think about next Raya. Sob.
So I'm back at home in Penang to celebrate Raya, and today my sister dropped off her precious one to let me "learn how to babysit" for a while since she's out buying stuff to make ketupat and rendang.
I was so stupid and excitedly said 'yes'.
What a dumb idea.
You know what people don't tell you? That while kids are adorable and cute, their sweet angel face don't really reflect on their personality. She's so cute and I love her to death, but boy, she's one tough girl I had trouble catching up with her.
She wanted a rambutan she found in front of our house (the gardener pakcik kindly left us some there) and asked me to kupas for her.
I did. I cleaned the rambutan, found a knife, cut it open. Kupas it some more to get rid of the seeds.
And gave it to her.
"Don't use your left hand, use your right hand to eat"
*stares at me, maybe trying to figure out my tone, still reaching out with her left hand*
"Acik Atil said don't use your left hand, use your right hand"
She recognized my angry tone. Oh boy.
So she took the rambutan from me using her right hands and freaking threw them away.
I mean seriously, I don't know where she picked up this attitude!! The last time I saw her she was still so sweet..sigh. But seconds after that she was being all angelic niece again; coming to me asking why Upin & Ipin is still not on TV and where's Mom I'm so hungry etc and I'm kissing her face again.
Kids are spies, I tell you. It's a conspiracy that they can still make you all in love with them and hate them at the same time.
Ok maybe not hate. It's just that I really don't like it when they poop or throw tantrums.
P/S : It's Raya tomorrow!! Selamat Hari Raya, please forgive all my wrongdoings personally or through this blog :) Hope you have a splendid Raya this year insyaAllah!
I was so stupid and excitedly said 'yes'.
What a dumb idea.
You know what people don't tell you? That while kids are adorable and cute, their sweet angel face don't really reflect on their personality. She's so cute and I love her to death, but boy, she's one tough girl I had trouble catching up with her.
She wanted a rambutan she found in front of our house (the gardener pakcik kindly left us some there) and asked me to kupas for her.
I did. I cleaned the rambutan, found a knife, cut it open. Kupas it some more to get rid of the seeds.
And gave it to her.
"Don't use your left hand, use your right hand to eat"
*stares at me, maybe trying to figure out my tone, still reaching out with her left hand*
"Acik Atil said don't use your left hand, use your right hand"
She recognized my angry tone. Oh boy.
So she took the rambutan from me using her right hands and freaking threw them away.
I mean seriously, I don't know where she picked up this attitude!! The last time I saw her she was still so sweet..sigh. But seconds after that she was being all angelic niece again; coming to me asking why Upin & Ipin is still not on TV and where's Mom I'm so hungry etc and I'm kissing her face again.
Kids are spies, I tell you. It's a conspiracy that they can still make you all in love with them and hate them at the same time.
Ok maybe not hate. It's just that I really don't like it when they poop or throw tantrums.
P/S : It's Raya tomorrow!! Selamat Hari Raya, please forgive all my wrongdoings personally or through this blog :) Hope you have a splendid Raya this year insyaAllah!
Just done watching Funny Face, and for the umpteenth time I'm going all gaga over Jo Stockton now.
I've watched My Fair Lady and Breakfast at Tiffany's, but this one is definitely different from those two. In a good way.
If you're going to watch this movie, do bear in mind NOT to take everything seriously - this film has fab dresses and fashion mag editor's minions and singing in a bookshop and tap dancing and balloons!
And, most of all - it's. Got. Paris.
Oh what the heck. I've screenshot-ed some of the brilliant shots of this film just so you can see what I'm on about, and that I'm not a crazy deluded girl.
The only thing is - all the while watching the movie, I kept thinking "crap this guy is double her age". Because seriously, everyone can see that! Makes me so uncomfortable watching the kiss scene -___-"
But moving past that, everything else is just so sweet. The song "I Love Your Funny Face" is my favorite among all, and I still can't believe the title "Funny Face" is actually to imply Audrey Hepburn's face is NOT pretty but funny instead. The director or writer was obviously blind.
Watch if you're a fan of everything pretty and sweet and light.
If you're going to watch this movie, do bear in mind NOT to take everything seriously - this film has fab dresses and fashion mag editor's minions and singing in a bookshop and tap dancing and balloons!
And, most of all - it's. Got. Paris.
Oh what the heck. I've screenshot-ed some of the brilliant shots of this film just so you can see what I'm on about, and that I'm not a crazy deluded girl.
Jo Stockton, the philosopher working at a bookshop played by Audrey Hepburn turned into a model.
She was brought to Paris for a magazine's photoshoot and fell in love.
(For God's sake it's Paris, WHO WOULDN'T?)
At Opera National de Paris.
At one of the many rivers at the heart of the city.
Such a tiny waist. Probably my most favorite shot?
Inside Louvre. The most gorgeous dress.
That veil, makeup and wedding dress.
This is the last scene where Audrey Hepburn and Fred Astaire were dancing and singing at a garden near a church outside Paris; they have flowers and a small river with a deck and swans swimming around. Crazy or what? I have dreams about the scene already.
But moving past that, everything else is just so sweet. The song "I Love Your Funny Face" is my favorite among all, and I still can't believe the title "Funny Face" is actually to imply Audrey Hepburn's face is NOT pretty but funny instead. The director or writer was obviously blind.
Watch if you're a fan of everything pretty and sweet and light.
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