Wedding Drama (last post!) ~ WEDDING PHOTOS!

By; Ras Mhd

Akad Nikah

Dinner Reception

In case you're a doofus, that's our wedding cake. It was a cheese cake shaped like an open book. Written on it was, "A new chapter begins. Grow old with me, the best is yet to be..."

The nasi temuan. The Mister won twice. Hmph!

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Ok. You Win.

Honda City vs House

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!


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I can’t get a clear picture of me and my wedding ring without my nose hogging the limelight.

I hate you.


One Hairy Affair

24 million days ago, I cut my hair and until now I still am not used to it.

In my head, I picture myself STILL with my long hair (It was NOT that long. It was still considered as short but longer by few inches –shoulder length? Na’ah. Shorter than that) so when I look myself in a mirror, imagine the shock of seeing a midget with pixie haircut staring back at me instead of a Maine Coone feline (My oh-so-wonderful-sweet-funny friends like to say that my hair reminded them of a Maine Coone’s fur. Nooice)

I try to wear a cap/hat/beanie-hat as much as I can but when there’s something wrapping itself around my head; it gives me a bloody headache. And I’ll scratch. The skin on my head sweats A LOT (even in an air-condition room. Yes, yes. Very nasty) I assure you it is NOT a sight to behold when you see a scratching sweaty smells-like-monkey woman wearing a pink turban hat to town.

That explains why when I take a photo of myself; I crop my head half. I just let my fringe shows coz showing my is-that-your-hair-or-an-alien-life-form-planted-its-spaceship-on-your-head to the Netizens does not ensure my eligibility to join the America Next Top Model so why bother?


It's All About the Tadpoles, Baybee

Friend: Any idea what I can give to my boss as a thank you gift?

Me: Tadpoles! A handful of tadpoles!

Friend: He’s NOT 5 years old!

Me: Why not? I would be happy if someone gives me a bunch of tadpoles. Tadpoles are so cute!

Friend: Why would my boss be happy to receive slimy tadpoles? Besides, it’s not as if it’ll turn into a Prince Charming.

Friend: *SILENT*

Me: *Staring vacantly into space*Scratching*Continue to stare vacantly into space*

Friend: LOOK AT WHATCHU DID! I'm starting to talk like you!
Me: I don't talk about tadpoles TURNING into a Prince. Whoever heard of tadpoles turning into a Prince? I was thinking more of adding the tadpoles in an ABC Kacang Ais. Yummy!

Friend: I don’t know WHY I bother to ask you for ideas. I JUST never learn.

Me: *Singing to herself softly*

I am a good advisor. I really am.

Talullah Phoebe -The Return!

This time, she made it! Two cute little kittens burst out of her womb 2 days ago at 2:30pm so... Tada!

A happy mother who stares at your reaching arm thinking, "Hmmm... fresh meat? NOM!"
*Oh my arm! My arm!*

Happy nomming Jane and Ary!
(They were named after the month JANUARY)

I Am A Cooking Moron.

My first few attempt to cook a home cook meal for my husband turned into an embarrassing disaster that I HATE to recall back but for the sake of this time capsule, I’m jotting it down anyway.

I don’t know why but ever since I got married, my cooking skill has gone FTW!

I’m not saying I’m an excellent cook but I find cooking easy. I don’t have to read a recipe and simply throw whatever I feel like in the pot and voila! A nice delicious dish to enjoy while watching Criminal Minds on TV.

What? Stop giving me the disbelief crazy eye! TRUST ME! I CAN COOK!!!!

So anyway, one day, the Mister asked me do I know how to cook crab.

Pwessh! Me? Crab? D’OH! Of course I know how to cook crab! I’ve been frying oyster sauce crab dish for my family for ages! And by ages I mean, a long, long time! I can even show you my Masterchef Crab Tattoo!

Okay. Digressing much.

So I went out to town and bought 3 live crabs. They were huge!

As soon as I reached home, I took it out and placed it in the kitchen sink and I just stared at it for 5 minutes when it dawned to me…


I Googled it up and the most compassionate ways to murder it is to NOT TEAR IT APART WITH YOUR BARE HANDS as how I thought of doing it at first. Instead, the best way is to boil it in a hot water.

I had the Mister to boil the three crabs’ to death coz well, I’m a softie see? How do you kill something you just named; Fred, Coco and Fabian?

Once done, I went on to chop it.

Meet Fabian, Coco and Fred. All DEAD.

Something was not right…

First, the crabs stink! I was trying hard NOT to gag in fear the Mister think I’m pregnant by Fred, Coco and Fabian.

Secondly, when I chop it, my whole shirt was splattered with water coming from the crabs. Like whatufa…? The last time I chop crabs, it was not as watery as this!

Was it because it was pre-boiled? Coz last time, I got my mom to kill the crabs ALIVE and I chopped it off and there was no water splashing messily on me. Wow. We’re a bunch of kinky cannibal eating crabs!

Since I was halfway through, I just proceed and fry it with shallots, ginger and eggs and add a dash of oyster sauce, chili sauce and soy sauce.

I tasted it.

Something missing.

I add salt.

Still it tasted a bit off.

I decided to fuck it and proceed to wait for the crab to be cooked.

Once done, I served it hot to the Mister.

He ate it.

He was quiet.

He didn’t say anything at all.


I knew it. I FUCKING BLEW it!

I tried the crab.

Ok. No wonder the Mister didn’t say anything.

The crab tasted like it has been dead a century old! IT TASTED LIKE OLD SOCKS! GROSS!!!!

I was humiliated. I wanted to boil my head on the stove!


All those hard work of buying, killing, cleaning and cooking and THIS IS WHAT I COOK?

I apologized to the Mister for cooking him such lousy dish and he said, “What are you talking about? It’s nice!”

Yeah sure. Would you eat with a grimace on your face if it’s nice?

That’s it. We’re eating out from now on!


Wedding Drama Part 16 ~The Drama Just Doesn't Stop (Le Sigh!)

No, no, that’s not a skin of a snake nor was I attack by an angry Ebola disease. 

Turns out I’m allergic to the henna used to paint my skin for my wedding. 

How fuck up is that? Epic fuckup.

It’s hideous. 

Lucky for me, my hands were spared from the allergy.

Funny enough, only the skin of my feet are peeling and falling like autumn leaves. 

Photo was taken by my phone so yeah, epic suckfest. 


Coffee and I

So... Yeah... No coffee for me please.
Tea please.
I am so English.

Dear Diary Moments ~ It's all about the $$$$

Controlling my excessive expenditure turns out to be one of the most difficult, most OMFG-WON’T-YOU-KILL-ME-NOW-I-CAN’T-STAND-THE-TORTURE of seeing so many things I want to buy b-b-b-but… It’s all about self-control.

Last night, I went to my favorite bookshop to treat myself with a nice book to read. BLOODY HELL. It took a Herculean effort to walk away with only one book purchased. YES! ONE BOOK! BETTER BELIEVE IT, ME! ONE BOOK!!!! And I paid CASH! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I BOUGHT BOOKS WITH CASH MONEY? AND WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I BOUGHT ONLY ONE BOOK!? The momentous event should be jotted down as one of the most unforgettable moments in the history of mankind.

Even though there were at least 5 books that I DIE-DIE wanted to grab and swipe my card till it bleed, I didn’t. But it was hard. So hard to walk away and said, “Next month okay, books? I’ll get one of you next month. I’m sorry… I can’t take all of you at one time… I just… Can’t…” and sob in my dainty handkerchief and run oh-so-pathetically by the sea-shore. Drama.

Just for the record, every month I’ll buy myself something nice (perfume, books, accessories, plane tickets etc) and I allocated RM1000 for these purchases. My limit is always at that amount. Sometimes I tip the scale a little bit but it’s still manageable and I still pay ALL my credit by month end. I also set aside RM200 for emergency cases for my car.

Then last year, the Mister said something about me and my expenditure. It may not mean anything much to other people but it was like a lightning bolt just strike me. Nobody ever question or admonish about my expenditure before this because, well, I earn my own money and so I spend it as how I see fit right? And besides, who dare to? *Insert evil laughter*

But what the Mister said made me think and realized like, wow. I spend a lot.

That was not the only thing he said that made me … erm … how do I put this nicely? Made me feel like the biggest anus in this universe. There. Figuratively put.

You see, sometimes the Mister said things that literally shake my world. He made me THINK instead of making me fly into bouts of nasty temper. He doesn’t scold. He doesn’t nag. He doesn’t scream or make demands. But when he wants to make a point, one statement is enough to make me whimper like a drench puppy rescued from a sewer.

One time, I asked him is it okay for me to go out with some girlfriends at a club somewhere in town (i.e. a disco, for those Neanderthals)

He said, “Ok. Just remember to take care of yourself and that wherever you go, whatever you do, you are representing ME. So don’t disappoint me”

Holly Ouch…! That’s enough to make my self-esteem shrink to the size of a gnat’s bellybutton! I mean, it’s a damn big responsibility to carry. Whatever I do, it reflects him. Noooo!!!!!

I’m 29 years old and I swear I peed a little in my pants when he said that.

In the end, I called up my friends and changed venue and we had a blast hanging out at Starbucks.

Don’t get me wrong. The Mister is not a stick in a mud. In fact, we have lots of fun together. Of all the guys I went out with, he’s the only one that can make me burst out laughing. Like, really. Men I dated before … well… they don’t get my joke nor do I think their fart, falling off their butt or poking fun at other people’s expenses FUNNY.

The Mister just take his responsibilities as a husband rather seriously coz he knows if he doesn’t control me, who else would? I’m wild. Everybody knows that. Not even my mom dares to say anything when I set my mind to do something. But with the Mister in my life, he has this calming effect on me.

Well, I rambled on way to much on a Monday afternoon. Time to get a life out of the Internet.

Catch y’all later.



Dear Friend of Mine,

I know you don't read this blog. So you won't know about this letter. Maybe one day you will stumble upon it but you won't know I'm writing it to you specifically.

So here goes nothing. 

Call me. Let's hang out. 

Please don't assume that I won't have time for friends. Assumptions does nothing but wasting precious opportunities given.

I know you're hurting and sad and a tad bit lonely.

I'm here for you. So, call me. Okay?

Take care babe. I'm STILL you're friend.



I Realize...

1. I don’t have a specific type of food/music/color that I like. If anyone were to ask me what my favorite food is, I would say, “Err… Hmmm… Wow... I like to eat a lot of stuff. Can I give you a list of it instead?” FAILED.

2. As soon as my status changed to “Married Woman”, my male friends/colleagues who used to be so friendly and chatty avoided me as if I’m a walking plague! It’s damn confusing and frankly, it hurts. Like, hello. I’m married. I didn’t change gender or get a head transplant or something. It’s not like as if the Mister going to eat my male friends’ alive just coz they talk to me, right? Right? I’m grasping on thin air here folks! Whatever *hands in pockets*kick pebbles*raining* Ceh. Emo.

3. I no longer have to face middle-of-the-night-leg-cramp alone! Few nights ago, I was woken up by sudden leg cramp that was SO EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL that I screamed my head off at 2:30am and my husband, sleeping soundly and peacefully next to me, jumped off the bed thinking someone is stabbing his wife with a fork but instead it was just me holding my legs and whimpering like a pathetic puppy and despite the pain was trying my best to utter a complete, understandable explanation on why my scream almost gave him a cardiac arrest. Once he catch his breath, he helped me to ease the cramp by massaging my legs and in the next 5 minutes, I was back to sleep. It’s like as if no earth shattering moment just happen. I heard him sighed and joined me to sleep. It sure was funny as hell when I think about it again…

4. I suck at cooking. I’ll blog about this later. When? Maybe tonight. Or tomorrow morning. Weekends most probably. Or next week. Ugh. I’m so lazy…

5. My camera is slowly transforming into a zombie slug. Juz coz.

6. Being a newlywed, the most boring things to hear:

     a. So, pregnant yet?

   b. When are guys going to have a baby? Don’t wait too long. You’re not getting any younger!

        c. So and so is pregnant already and she got married only few weeks earlier than you. Why aren’t you pregnant yet?

        d. Take opportunity in this rainy season and make babies!

  Do I look like a Guppy fish to you?

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An Apple a Day...


Shut Up!

Officially a She-Male.

Gadgets in My Head

For the Mister's birthday gift last year, I gave him a BlackBerry Torch 9800.

P/s Rumours had it that iPad 2.0 is coming out this April.
Which part of "no gadgets this year for me" that couldn't penetrate in my head?
Awesomeness madness.

It's NOT a Honeymoon!

I don’t know which part of spending WISELY or lessen my traveling bug that didn’t get through my head properly coz… I’M GOING TO CAMBODIA THIS APRIL!!!

The mister: Are you sure you want to go to Cambodia on your birthday?

Me: Yes! Yes! Yes! (Jumping up and down like a chipmunk on meth)

The mister: You know what’s in Cambodia right?

Me: Yes! Yes! Temples! Angkor Wat! Phnom Pehn! Siem Reap! (Still jumping around)

The mister: You’re prepare to walk miles and miles, get dusty, not two but maybe 10 beggars approaching you asking for money and no luxury hotels for you to stay?

Me: Yes! I want to see one of the wonders of the world! I’m prepared to face all that just to touch a 12th century old temple!

The mister: Okay. I'll get the tickets. Happy advance birthday

A Dear Diary Memory

Two years ago, on this very day, I asked myself a question, “How long am I going to put up with this bullshit?”

With my heart full of pain and tears that won’t stop but a glimmer of hope pushed me to take a pen and a paper and wrote a letter to myself.

A letter that started out like this;

“Dear Balqiz,

This is a letter you wrote on 13th January 2009 and kept it hidden and forgotten and now you are reading it on 31st December 2009. How is that possible? Let me tell you one thing, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE.

You see, throughout this whole one year, you’ve gone through a journey that astonished you, inspired you, motivated you and made you a strong, independent woman you are today.

You are happier now and moving on nicely.

You have plenty of friends and making a lot more each and every day.

You are earning double from what you earn earlier this year and guess what? That’s not all. You’ve been promoted too on November 2009! That triples your income! You better believe it, woman!

And best of all, after dating few men (You're hot! Get that in your head! And I tell you one thing, it sure feels good to be sought after!), you met this nice sweet guy who made you laugh out loud, woe and romance you until you swoon, pamper you, love you and care for you and best of all, he accepts you for who you are, understand you’re unique way of thinking and extremely patient especially when you have those “down moments”. Damn those mood swings. It’s still there. But don’t fret. We’ll fix it together. It’s an ongoing process. Rome wasn’t built in a day!

He's everything you want in a man and he'll be the one. Yes, THE ONE!

So, my dear, you have nothing to fear. Take that one step. You’ll be fine. I promise you. I’ve given you a glimpse of what’s coming. All will be well.

I’ll see you end of this year.

Till then, be optimistic. The best is yet to be!



True to my words, I found this letter again but not in December 2009. I found it in November 2009. A month earlier than I predicted.

I actually forgot about the letter coz as soon as I wrote it, I stuffed it in a box.

Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon it again and man, I had goosebumps! Everything I wrote came true!

I moved out to a new house sometime in March ’09 (I think) and started my life as a single lady. I started to socialize again and reacquainted with old friends and also made a lot of new friends. I was happier than ever and even when I go home alone to my new house, it doesn’t feel lonely anymore. In fact, I found comfort in it and I was extremely grateful.

A definite plus was also my double promotions that tripled up my salary!

Then I met the Mister. And the rest is history.

And that’s not all; aside from that letter, I actually wrote a list of everything I want in my future husband to have (criteria) . Only after dating the Mister for 3 months or so that I realized he’s everything I wrote in my husband list! I told him about the list and until now he has been nagging me to give him the list so he can read it. I said, “No way! Just look in yourself and the answers are all there!”

I told this story many times to people and many don’t believe me. How did it all happen? I’ve no idea myself. I just know one thing, nothing is impossible.



The good you find in others, is in you too
The fault you find in others, are your faults as well.
After all, to recognize something you must know it.
The possibilities you see in others, are possible for you as well.
The beauty you see around you, is your beauty.
The world around you is a reflection,
a mirror showing you the person you are.
To change your world, you must change yourself.
To blame and complain will only make matters worse.
Whatever you care about, is your responsibility.
See the best in others, and you will be your best.
Give to others, and you give to yourself.
Appreciate beauty, and will be beautiful.
Admire creativity, and you will be creative.
Love, and you will be loved.
Seek to understand, and you will be understood.
Listen, and your voice will be heard.
Teach, and you will learn.


I Don't Care. I Do It Anyway.

People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. 
Forgive them anyway. 
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. 
Be kind anyway. 
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. 
Succeed anyway. 
If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. 
Be honest and sincere anyway. 
What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. 
Create anyway. 
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. 
Be happy anyway. 
The good you do today will often be forgotten. 
Do good anyway. 
Give the best you have and it will never be enough. 
Give your best anyway. 

~Mother Teresa-

Random Conversation

Friend: Going anywhere this year? Honeymoon? Vacation? Course?

Me: Nothing yet. Still too busy with work to think of going anywhere.

Friend: Oh, okay. I’m going to yetta yetta yetta (Sorry, my mind was drifting far, far away. Occurs very often when I’m not interested in the conversation)

Me: What did you say? (Something she said snapped me back to reality)

Friend: Your birthday in April. You’re not listening aren’t you? I was asking whether you plan on going anywhere on your birthday, like you usually do.

Me: (Gasp!) Oh shit! I think… Holly chocolate macaroons! I DID buy myself a ticket last year to fly to KL in April this year! (Rummaging through my emails) Tada! Miri-KL for 6 days!

Friend: (Snorting) So much for your “no traveling this year” huh? So, just KL?

Me: Hmmm… damn, KL - Phnom Penh is really cheap! O-o… I think I know where I’ll be going this April… (Grinning)

Friend: Typical.

Wedding Drama Part 15 ~The Dramas On the Actual Day!

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Resolutions 2011

10 days after New Year celebration and only now that I’ve the time to jot down what I plan to do this year.

Actually it took me almost 10 days to come up with 3 perfect resolutions that I know I will be able to follow through.

My resolutions should be realistic (purchasing a real live breathing and flying dragon is so NOT realistic, me!), within my power (you can’t grow your own sideburn no matter how badly you want it, me!) and it must be achievable.

Therefore, after many hours and days pondering about it I came up with my 3 resolutions this year:

1. Start saving more money and spend wisely and carefully.

   • Clear all my credit card debts (insert monkey shriek)


  • Ask myself, “Do I need this?” and “Do I love it?” each and every time before buying something so I will appreciate it more. Yes, yes, EVEN when buying one piece of bobby pin.

2. Start an exercise regime

  • Walk around my housing area for one hour (at least!) with the Mister 3 times a week then slowly increase it to every afternoon.

3. Cook at home more and eat out less

  • I REALLY need to start cooking home cook meal from now on. Eating out is so not healthy and not cost effective at all.

  • Try out new recipes and get the Mister to be the guinea pig. If he finish his portion fast means he like it. If he takes his sweet time eating, time to change husband menu. Instead of buying recipe books, stalk online recipe like a ravenous vulture.

Initially I wanted to put “travel more than last year” but after discussing with the Mister, we decided its better we start investing our money first and later when the cash flow comes in, only then we’ll enjoy it by going places we want to go. We see no point of traveling when:

1) You use credit cards to purchase tickets and accommodations (adding more debts)

2) Go on a budget travel (by staying at a flea infested inn) coz not enough money to lavish yourself silly

3) Come home from traveling -broke.

What’s the fun in that?

I admit I love living the good life and pampering myself by living and traveling lavishly. But unlike some people (I know there are A LOT out there), I’m more than happy to spend my own money rather than relying on my parents/husband to finance my expenditure. I was told once by a wise woman that, “Easy ride does not mean easy life for life”

It feels more significant and meaningful to use my own money to go places or buy things. That’s just me. To each his own, I say.

“I want the good life but I don’t want an easy ride. What I want is to work for it. Feel the blood and sweat on my fingertips. That’s what I want for me” ~Madonna

Till then, ciao!

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Kick Those Monday Blues by Reading These Blogs:

Before you decided to get hitch/married, go read this and get a wealth of insights and lessons from a Malay Psychology student point of view: Bukan Tak Nak Tapi Kena Flexible. Really inspiring. Thumbs up!

Curious on what the Mister is thinking about our marriage so far? Check out his latest post: Married Life. There are some photos in too (in which he manipulated till I can't see my face much. Hmph!)

A mother’s love: Truly precious! Read my good friend’s post on how she found out she was pregnant with her Lil’ Tiger (born in the year of a tiger thus named as so) : Dear Lil' Tiger. Absolutely touching!

The best 2010 year recap post I’ve read so far must definitely go to my friend, Rush in his post: Re-cap the year 2010 as Rush Murad.... He truly lived a full, meaningful and adventurous life. Truly exciting!

That's all from me today. Welcome Monday. Hello work. (grumpy)

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Later days!

History is a Nightmare of its own

It was a familiar feeling.

An eerie déjà-vu so you say.

Half dreaming half awake, I ran my hand on the empty spot of my bed.

I swallowed and tasted bile.

I looked at my watch and it was 3am.

Please God, I whimpered. Not again... Please... Not again.

Holding back tears, I sat up in bed and wondered... where is he?

The familiarity of that question being asked in the middle of the night was so painful; I had to bite my lips in fear of crying out loud.

Then the bedroom door opened, startling me and made me gasped.

“What are you doing up, love?” he asked.

“Where were you?” I asked back. A bit harsh I admit.

“Kitchen. Taking myself a glass of water. Why? Nightmare?”

I simply nodded. I couldn’t bring myself to say that I was almost paralyzed with fear that I was going through the same old, same old horror again ... but this time with the Mister.

He slide next to me and hugged me from behind. “I’m not going to leave you. Okay? Sleep, Love. I’m here to stay”

I relaxed and went back to sleep.

Wedding Drama Part 14 ~Akad Nikah Video (solemnization ceremony)

I'll continue with the Wedding Drama post later. I'm still mending after being hit by sudden pain in the stomach these past few days. Gah! There goes my plan to go jungle trekking with the Mister.

Oh well. In the time being, do enjoy our Akad Nikah slideshow (01.01.11) while I hide myself in bed and groan like an Oompa Loompa in labour.

Slideshow by the super talented (and patient)  Ras from Pixel in Colors

Wedding Drama Part 13 ~And the Dramas Continued... YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT!

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