The Engagement

I'm getting engaged this Sunday.

I'm getting engaged. I'M GETTING ENGAGED!!!!

I'm getting engaged to a wonderful man, a man who is so good to me and who still makes my heart flutter. A man who makes me smile just by the sight of him and who loves me for who I am. A man who looks past my flaws, my paranoia and who I can be my 'busuk' self with. A man who thinks I'm beautiful even when I'm doing my Arab laugh. And most importantly, a man who I can see myself spending the rest of my life with and starting a family with.



Yasir, I'm so lucky I'm getting engaged to you. This is just the start of the adventure we're about to embark on. It will get bumpy at times and it won't always be a fairytale romance, but there's no one else I'd rather go through all that than with you. I feel safe knowing that my fragile heart is in your hands, because I know you will take good care of it and will never do anything to hurt me. Thank you for being patient with me during these crucial times, I'm slowly but surely letting go of all my insecurities about marriage..

I can't wait till this Sunday when I'll finally be able to call you my fiance. When we'll let the world know yes, we are getting married and that I'm going to be your wife.

Here's to our engagement, sayang. Can't wait to see you looking all handsome in your baju melayu. Ikat sampin betul-betul ok.

Love,
Your soon-to-be fiancee :)

One of my 'happy' posts

It's been a while. I've been feeling very emo lately (I'm thinking PMS might have something to do with that). So it's high time. Here we go!

- When Mar comes back from Singapore. I miss that kid.

- When the bell goes off and I have my ten minute, heavenly break in between classes.

- My students cracking a joke which actually cracks me up.

- My students completing their in-class excercises well, which means I'm teaching them well.

- Clear skin. Even for a day.

- My girlfriends. They keep me sane. They make the world seem like a better place. I love them to death. Told you I'm feeling emo.

- Shoe shopping.

- This may seem contradicting, but crying my eyes out while watching a sad movie. In a way, I feel like I'm 'cleansing' my heart. Is that weird?

...hmmmm, may buy My Sister's Keeper tonight. Heard it's a good 'cry-your-heart-out' movie...

The R word.

Is romance really overrated?

Is it weird that a girl like me hopes for simple, breathtaking, 'omg-I'm-going-to-cry' hopelessly sweet moments?

Maybe I should blame Hollywood for making me wish that real life would imitate art. And for planting stupid, fluffy ideas into my head.

When you've lost 'that look' you used to give me, I need something else to make me feel extra special.

Don't buy me expensive things. Don't write me a poem or compose me a song. Don't declare your undying love for me in public. Don't chase after me in an airport. And please, don't whisk me off in a private jet to an exotic island holiday getaway.

All I'm asking is for that 'tingly feeling' once in a while.

It's your fault for falling for a hopeless romantic.

My christmas gift list

Okay, I don't actually celebrate Christmas. But it doesn't hurt to dream! In no order of preference....(drumroll please):

• Chanel's quilted lambskin handbag. Is it weird that I want to lick this bag?

• Zeno Acne Clearing Device. I'm hoping this could be the answer to all my problems. Number of days gargantuan zit on chin has been sticking around now : FOUR. Sigh.

• 500 Days of Summer soundtrack. Watched the movie 100 times, bought a ciplak DVD, so it's only fair I have the original soundtrack.

(tried deleting the stupid low res image above but it just won't budge and i can't be arsed to start a new post all over again *&J&^%&*%((%)#)

• These insane-looking leopard print wedge ankle boots. They look eerily similar to the Topshop ones. I don't care if I don't get to wear them out, I'll do laundry in them if I have to.
  

• The Carrie Diaries, hardcover version. Pre-SATC, it dates back to Carrie's earlier relationships and how she began her career as a writer. The only setback would be that Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte aren't in it, I suppose. But it looks like an entertaining read. Plus, the cover's fab, dahling.
  
  
  

Merry Christmas everyone!

sloppy kisses. xxx

Lessons on marriage part 2

While watching tv...

Nenek (nonchalantly): Sakit tau.

Me : Sakit? Sakit apa??

Nenek : Inter - apa? Intercourse?

Me : .........................................................................................................

Nenek: Jangan tegangkan kaki.

Me (cringing and wishing the ground would swallow me up) : Huh???????

Nenek : Jangan tegangkan kaki. Nanti sakit tau. Biar..sikit..sikit...

Me : Oh. My. God. Really? Are we really having this conversation, nenek????

Nenek : (continues talking)...masa nenek dulu, lampu padam, malu. Datuk tanya, "Sakit ye Zam?" Pastu nenek ingat nasihat, jangan tegangkan kaki...

Me : I'M THIRSTY NAK PERGI AMBIK AIR! BYE NEK!!


Seriously, why do relatives think it's okay to talk to you about sex just because you're getting married? Why can't I just watch TV now without me having VISIONS of my grandparents doing the nasty? WHY WHY WHY?? Someone needs to tell them that it is NOT okay!!

I am officially scarred FOR LIFE.

Teka-teki.

Q: What is scarier than Linda Blair in The Exorcist?

A: A mother on the verge of Menopause.



AAACKKKKKKK!!!!!! LARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!

To Maine..

For making me rethink my blog layout and setting it free from frills, flowers and...birds. This layout definitely seems more like me.

It just looks so clean now!

lipstick love

If it's one thing I rarely wear on my face, it's lipstick. I'm just one of those girls who thinks lipstick makes you look...overdone. So when I DO wear lipstick, I'd usually slap on the brightest colour I can find and keep everything else minimal (eyeliner is a must, however)...red lipstick:

...and some pinks...







Not sure if it's because the vampire craze has 'bitten' me (ha!) but I'm seriously contemplating on slathering dark, wine red lipstick over my pucker. Maybe even dark purple. There's something about the colour that makes the chick wearing it look like an over-the-top sexy, vampy siren who MIGHT just drink your blood. It gives you instant smouldering brownie points - double the score if you couple it with a bored, 'I-can't-be-arsed-really' expression.






Now begins the hunt for the perfect shade of wine red. God knows if I'll be able to pull it off, but I'm all for experimenting.


sloppy, soon-to-be-wine-red kisses!

p/s: Laura Mercier's mineral pressed powder has changed my life. I swear, it's like *pat pat* and you're out the door faster than you can say "foundation - wha?" Thought I'd spread the love.

Lessons on marriage

While watching tv..

Mama : When are you going to learn how to cook??

Me : I will ma...soon-ish...

Mama : You're going to get married forgodsakes! Mama risau tau (I'm worried)....

Me : *grumbling* I wiiiiiiilllllllllllllll learn!

Mama : MARRIAGE IS NOT JUST ABOUT SEX!!!!

Awkward silence

Me : *cough*