Wordless. Pixels sahaja. Enjoy! 
There were 4 outfits actually. Only managed to snap pics of the final outfit.
In random order. With kak sophie who did my make up, with suffian our videographer, with hazmee an old time friend who was photographer for my sis (the other bride), the pelamin, last shots of the baju, my husband helping me take out all the pins from my tudung, my bridesmaids in tangerine + pink & tangerine polka dots baju kurung
Quick update:
1. Dah beli kain di arab st untuk dijadikan tudung. Susah sangat nak cari yang dah siap dan kain serta warnanya yang bersesuaian dengan baju nikah.
2. Dah jumpa mak andam nikah. Paid in full. She’s awesome nice!
3. Dah jumpa videographer. Left with final payment. Yeay!
4. Esok ada facial.
5. Nari ada meeting.
6. iPenat!
7. Masih nak kena paint a bit of the door frame aje.
I am the ribbons hoarder.
It’s a crime.
An organised one, at that.
It’s an organised crime.
Guilty as charged.
it can get kinda confusing trying to collate all the addresses from so many sources – sms, emails, notes in your iphone, a file in your laptop, pieces of papers here and there.
i know that there’s fb… and we also know that fb is starting to lag and all. and it can be frustrating for other recipients to keep on receiving ‘message’ notification each and everytime someone replies with his/her home address. also, most might be uncomfortable disclosing their addresses in fb where fellow recepients (whom they might not know) are able to see.
and for you, it will be tiring opening and closing one message page after another to repeat the copy+paste process and save it in excel doc over and over again.
for brides-to-be (or anyone, for that matter), this is how the wordpress custom form works.
friends simply need to fill up the online form. the form will then be emailed to your designated email account as well as your wordpress account (click on ‘feedbacks’)
this ended up in my inbox. for real. fauzana, affectionately known as pau, typed this. tongue in cheek. how can i not love this girl! hehehe
Name: Your Awesome Friend Fauzana
Address: 20B Sentosa Cove, Sentosa Island, Singapore 028766
Name of Partner: Your Awesome Photographer Farhat
ps: no, she doesnt live in sentosa.
pps:no, i dont even need to ask for her address cos she and T + N are my awesomesest friends who will be there with me. plus, her hubs is our awesome photographer. mana mau lari?? huhu
remember this one? the one that i’ve prepared way ahead in march this year?
the wedding website is finally up!
where guests will be able to type down their addresses in a form. and the forms will be emailed to me. helps to ease the logistics, we hope.
here it is
ps: wedding website and this one will be maintained separately.
the so called timeline. lets see how on task are we.
july: start with the sourcing and purchases for pelamin nikah & bridal room
august: start with bantal nikah for dulang hantaran (again)
september: buy the materials for baju nikah and bridesmaids, complete the diy bantal nikah, apply for romm
october: buy the flowers for the pelamin nikah, attend marriage prep course
november: paint the bedroom, get the baju nikah tailored, complete diy pelamin nikah
december: buy the duvet cover for the bridal room
january: in comes the new mattress and bed frame. complete bridal room project.
ooohhh.. dont you love striking off things-to-do?
What can we do with this one here?
Hmmmm….
Dear friends,
We are sharing with you this link specially because we really wish to have you with us on our special day.
We would most certainly appreciate it if you are able to help us with our wedding planning. Kindly type in the required information so that we can keep a list of our dear friends who will be joining us in our celebration. If time permits, we might even send you the cards personally. Right at your door step
It would only take a minute, we assure you. Everyone plays a part
Thank you so much!
F & H
for sudden outbursts of idea and randoms. just so that i dont bore my friends to tears
so we thought he’d get the weekend off. but the mister still has to work through the weekend. that’s ok. cos it allows me to do my own things. i wanna springclean my room. (as well as learn to cook asam laksa. huhu). tapi tak pe, at least he’ll get the overtime pay. and i have my tuition lesson, family gathering and hair treatment appointment anyway. things that should keep me occupied this long weekend.
*yawn* bed time now….
we are very excited about our april
it has been a super long week. not a day was spent idle. perhaps thats why my body went into schock mode and i fell ill yesterday.
no matter what, still put on a brave front and helped ensure that last night event went smoothly possible, where the sl were concerned.
still trying to figure myself out. what do i do best?
the folder that was most often clicked on was the one that is named “admin”. it’s no longer “teaching resources”. i need to feel like a teacher. admin matters can bog me down. shall not complain. am trying hard to carry this added responsibility the best possible.
that, and the 5 hr long budget meeting the day before.
it kills me inside, slowly. a bit. when the mr is back in sg and i have to put him 2nd. when work takes the #1 seat.
i’m thankful that he understands and doesnt play the blame game. such is him whom i shall not take for granted, i pray.
and off i go now for our picnic by the beach
lets see. some things can be such heart pain. to be blatantly ignored. shall not contact anyone from this point on. lets see whether anyone bother to check whether i’m still alive. i bet you nobody cares.
ciao.
my return here goes unannounced an unnoticed. a familiar that has been de-familiarised. i kinda like it here. where it is pretty much obvious yet unknowned. with the rise if tweeter & fb, nobody reads blogs anymore.
obvious yet unnoticed. how very real it is in life. everybody hears, but not everyone listens. to be sensitive to words in between the lines. to pick up the little hints thrown. but nobody picks. cos everybody hears, but nobody listens.
but shhh. silence! shall i let myself free in here while i talk to myself (somehow)?
the thing about ageing is…..
back in 2003, i was 44 kg. it was easy peasy.
fast forward 6 years later… nak get back to that weight macam setengah maut.
it takes huge efforts and sacrifices for me to even maintain my current 48 kg weight.
sacrifices? i no longer drink carbonated drinks or munch snacks (tho there are times i succumb to sweet tempatations of the gastronamical sort) efforts? i do 6 km jogs for at least thrice a week. that’s big news for me, hokay. way big news. cos back in sch when i was a (nerdy, unpopular & quiet -as i choose to believe) student, i resented, no, make that LOATHED doing the 2.4 for napfa test.
approaching 30. flabby flappy arms and bulging tummy. oh the horror!
repeat after self: 30 is good. embrace being a woman with grace.
hell yeah. at least i have my own credit cards *wheee*
i can’t wait to see the honey again. bookings and plans are on the way
i shall be patient and wait what’s ahead. cos every day brings new surprises.
i was in the gym this morning. doing some light workout (lovin’ the peluh that was trickling down my face *ouh yeah*) and it got me thinking. i’ve been mostly happy this one year. the only times i got upset… bila rindu the mister.
the past has long been forgotten. the past shaped us. the past taught us important lessons in life. but it shant bind us. we’ve taken new routes and have moved on a long time ago.
i thank my family and friends for their support for believing in me. for having faith in me. for being there for me all the way. for sharing their words of wisdoms. for stopping me before it’s too late. i thank Allah for knowing what’s best for me.
reminder to myself :
bear no grudges cos grudges will hinder peace of mind and soul. grudges and excess baggage will not make you a happy person *winks*
did something wrong? say sorry and mean it.
see the good in others. never assume and come to your own conclusions… unless something in your heart says otherwise. that is sixth sense. Allah is hinting something.
forgive and forget.
never compare. that’s unfair.
